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The 7th Seal and the Seeds of Enlightenment

SignetI 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 7th 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.

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All I Want To Be Is A Monk

Monk ParakeetI 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.

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Batman and the Matrix of Illusion

BatmanLast night I had a dream where I am a superhero similar to Batman. My Batcave is a Penthouse atop a great tall building. The Penthouse I occupy is comprised of several of the top floors. There is no direct access to these floors because they are hidden from the general public.  The secret Penthouse is the launch pad from which I initiate all my superhero crusades. Feeling alone in the world, I want to intermix with the population at large so I create a DaySpa where people can come and enjoy power drinks, exercise and be rejuvenated. The decision to open part of my Penthouse to a DaySpa and grant access to the outside world does pose a significant risk to my true identity as a superhero but I am willing to take that risk because the payoff is potentially very high in that I will be able to influence and enlighten millions who will come through the DaySpa and become members. As soon as I open the doors of the DaySpa many come through. The DaySpa also gives the illusion that you are actually in the Penthouse. Yet those who come are unaware that there are other floors of the Penthouse hidden from view. The fact that the true Penthouse is hidden helps take the focus off the building because there are those enemies who would want to limit my superhuman influence.
 
 There is a secret chamber much like a space capsule the catapults me into the hidden and secured areas of the Penthouse. On this day, I have several men come through who are looking to put an end to my mission. I have to choose an opportune moment to secretly enter the chamber. When the moment is right, I enter the chamber and quickly press the button to close the door behind me. At first the door jams because there is an emergency mechanism to keep the door from closing. I bypass the safety mechanism using the red button and the door quickly closes and rotates the chamber. Inside the self contained chamber are provisions which have been neatly arranged. These are all the things I need for my mission, including insulin to safeguard me against death from low blood sugar. My only weakness, my Kryptonite against my superpowers is my diabetes. Good nutrition is required to maintain a high level of super human powers. This is another reason for the creation of the DaySpa and the powerful drinks offered by the DaySpa to have these things readily available to me in the case of an emergency.
 
 Rejuvenated now with superhuman powers, I set out on my first crusade. I can see that my adversaries have created a rotunda as an optical illusion to entrap me. There are two aspects to my Self. One aspect always remains in the normal world while the super human side of me can venture into other realms. I am now clued into the illusion that entraps me in the normal world. My first crusade is to free my other Self. My first instinct is to follow through the illusion set up by the adversaries. As I travel down the spiral staircase of the rotunda I find that it leads nowhere it is a closed loop that only gives the illusion of going somewhere. Knowing this truth now I jump over the side rails of the rotunda using my super human flying and jumping abilities arriving at the first level of the rotunda which is under ground. This is where the illusion is being mastermind. I can see my other Self entrapped by the illusion matrix above me. The adversaries are using an invisible force field to contain the imprisoned me.
 
 Seeing the source of their power of dominance I unplug their master power cord that supplies power to their force field. This completely cripples my opposition.  At the moment I unplug the power I issue the command “RUN”. My imprisoned Self runs free toward the door closest to where he is at. I want to join him through the door where he exits the illusion but I know the distance I would need to travel to join him places me at greater risk should they manage to reenable power. My safest route is a nearby fire exit. I rush through the fire exit door to find on the other side a series of other doors. I pause for a moment not knowing which door to choose. In this moment of reflective thought I become lucid and a thought comes to my mind, “I have been here before.” In this moment of clarity, a ripple runs through the matrix of illusion. I can see the firedoors in front of me sway as the ripple goes through them confirming the illusion. I have been here before and these doors have all served to entrap me in the past. Instead of choosing one of the doors in front of me, I decide to create a portal using my super human psychic abilities. Meditating I create a stargate that appears in the matrix of illusion in front of me. As the stargate opens on the other side I see a small alien creature. I am drawn to him. He is somehow familiar to me. My heart wants to reunite with him. I cross over and embrace him. In the embrace I somehow know I have reunited with my Self.
 
 The Batman theme in the dream was very strong so I decided to look up Batman on Wikipedia to see if I could glean some insight off the story. Here is what I found.
 
 

Batman's EnemiesBatman (originally referred to as the Bat-Man and still referred to at times as the Batman) is a fictional comic book superhero co-created by artist Bob Kane and writer Bill Finger (although only Kane receives official credit) and published by DC Comics. The character first appeared in Detective Comics #27 (May 1939). Batman’s secret identity is Bruce Wayne, a wealthy industrialist, playboy, and philanthropist. Witnessing the murder of his parents as a child leads him to train himself to physical and intellectual perfection and don a bat-themed costume in order to fight crime. Batman operates in the fictional Gotham City, assisted by various supporting characters including his sidekick Robin and his butler Alfred Pennyworth, and fights an assortment of villains influenced by the characters’ roots in film and pulp magazines. Unlike most superheroes, he does not possess any superpowers; he makes use of intellect, detective skills, science and technology, wealth, physical prowess, and intimidation in his war on crime.
 
 In his secret identity, Batman is Bruce Wayne, a billionaire businessman who lives in Gotham City. To the world at large, Bruce Wayne is often seen as an irresponsible, superficial playboy who lives off his family’s personal fortune (amassed when Bruce’s family invested in Gotham real estate before the city was a bustling metropolis) and the profits of Wayne Enterprises, a major private technology firm that he inherits. However, Wayne is also known for his contributions to charity, notably through his Wayne Foundation charity. Bruce creates the playboy public persona to aid in throwing off suspicion of his secret identity, often acting dim-witted and self-absorbed to further the act.
 
 Unlike many superheroes, Batman has no superpowers and instead relies on “his own scientific knowledge, detective skills, and athletic prowess.” Batman is physically at the peak of human ability in dozens of areas, notably martial arts, acrobatics, strength, and escape artistry. Intellectually, he is just as peerless; Batman is one of the world’s greatest scientists, engineers, criminologists, and tacticians, as well as a master of disguise, often gathering information under the identity of Matches Malone. He is regarded as one of the DC Universe’s greatest detectives. Rather than simply outfighting his opponents, Batman often uses cunning and planning to outwit them. In Grant Morrison’s first storyline in JLA, Superman describes Batman as “the most dangerous man on Earth,” able to defeat a team of superpowered aliens all by himself in order to rescue his imprisoned teammates.
 
 
 Batman faces a variety of foes ranging from common criminals to outlandish supervillains. Many Batman villains mirror aspects of the hero’s character and development, often having tragic origin stories that lead them to a life of crime. Batman’s “most implacable foe” is the Joker, a clown like criminal who as a “personification of the irrational” represents “everything Batman [opposes].” Other recurring antagonists include Catwoman, the Penguin, Two-Face, the Riddler, Scarecrow, Mister Freeze, Poison Ivy, Ra’s Al Ghul, and Bane, among many others.

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The Jesus Man: A Gateway For Immigrants

Liberty Enlightening the WorldI had a dream where I hear someone say from behind me, “Maybe you should use easy off to clean the oven.”  I turn around to see where that off the wall comment came from.  There is a man entering the room.  He is a renegade.  He is wearing burlap over his face and hands because he lives and works in the sand.  He is a renegade sandman.  From his unusual comment and the burlap bag over his face, I believe him to be one of my alien visitors.  With this awareness, I become lucid in the dream.  I offer to shake his hand.  Somewhat apprehensive he slowly puts his hand out to meet mine.  I remain there motionless without withdrawing my arm waiting for him to make contact with my extended hand.  Finally he gains the courage and forthright to do so.  In this process I become 100% lucid.  I want to feel his hand even though he is still wearing the burlap over both hands.  He slowly grabs my hand.  I am utterly amazed at the physical sensation of the touch of his hand in mine.  I CAN FEEL HIS PHYSICAL TOUCH. Although I am experiencing this in a dream I know he is not a dream. It is different than the normal touch of a human hand.  His hand is very slender and his fingers long.

 

Finally he leans back and relaxes somewhat.  We begin to talk.  He is speaking to me in a language I know yet don’t recognize.  I struggle to determine if I am speaking orally or mentally within the dream. After a bit of idle conversation, I am certain we are communicating completely telepathically.  I can hear his words in my mind, I understand them as I do English yet I don’t recognize them as English.  I ask him what language he is speaking to me in.  Before he can answer, I ask if it is Spanish.  He laughs and replies, “No.”  I understand from his laugh that we are speaking a universal language born of telepathy.  It is a language of pure thought in the framework of one mind.

 

He begins telling me of his many struggles.  Before I realize it, he has taken off his burlap mask, jacket and burlap gloves.  He is now sitting before me barechested with just his pants.  He is a very good looking man who I find attractive.  He has scratches on his chest; minor wounds from the many battles he has fought.  In telling me about his struggles, I realize he is also describing the cause for which I am here.  I realize we share a common story, heritage and purpose.  He then tells me about a man who came down to New York to be born.  He refers to this man as the Jesus Man.  I know he is referring about me but I am confused as to his reference to New York. I live in Washington, DC but I am absolutely certain he is talking about me. I want to hear everything he is telling me so I don’t interrupt him to ask for clarification.  I am afraid he may withhold information if I give him the impression that I know who he is referring to.  He then starts telling me about my death; the death of the Jesus Man.  He then says that his mother died that following January. 

 

Bearing news of my mother a part of me wants to run and see my mother.  My consciousness splits and a part of me is now with my mother and another part of me is still sitting with him listening to him recount the events of the cause for which we are fighting.  Seeing my mother I want to tell her about her death but I realize I can’t share this information with her.  I simply tell her that I love her and I return to my conversation with the Sandman.

 

I am looking deep into the man’s eyes.  I can see them changing.  I can see symbols in his eyes.  Believing the dream is about to end, I wake up to grab my voice recorder but in the background I hear, “The shuttle craft is about to launch in 15 minutes.”  Oh my God, they are on their way but where are they going?  Should I be going with them?  With my voice recorder in hand, I decide to stick around for a few more minutes to see if I can get more information on what is happening now and where they are going.

 

Back in the dream, I can feel something on my back.  I reach behind me and pull a uniform that is attached to my back and I throw it down on the floor in front of me.  It lands in between both of us.  Laying on the ground it looks like a deflated person. He is still talking to me but his words are no longer registering.  I then hear over a loud speaker, “The shuttle is about to launch.”  Where are they going?  New York possibly? 

 

I immediately opened my eyes to record the details of the dream and quickly set the voice recorder down to return to the dream.  Upon my return, I saw a group of people standing under a sign that read Orothanos.  I somehow understood my house to be a gateway for incoming travelers into this dimension. 

 

Confused by parts of the dream I looked up the word Orothanos which I could not find anything similar to it.  In the dream, I had to sound it out because it was a word I had never seen before.  Each letter of the word was contains in a sphere.  The closest I could come to it was the word Oranos or Ouranos which means Uranus.

 

Uranus is the Latinized form of Ouranos, the Greek word for sky. In Greek mythology Uranus (often cited as Ouranos), Father Sky is personified as the son and husband of Gaia, Mother Earth (Hesiod, Theogony).

 

I also wanted to find out the symbolic meaning of New York. 

 

New York City, which is the largest city in the United States, is known for its history as a gateway for immigration to the United States and its status as a financial, cultural, transportation, and manufacturing center.

 

Liberty Enlightening the World (French: La liberté éclairant le monde), commonly known as the Statue of Liberty (French: Statue de la Liberté), was presented to the United States by the people of
France in 1886. It stands at Liberty Island as a welcome to all visitors, immigrants, and returning Americans.

Worldwide, the Statue of Liberty is one of the most recognizable icons of the United States, and, more generally, represents liberty and escape from oppression.

 

That is absolutely powerful.  WOW!!

 

Now at first pass I didn’t even stop to consider the meaning behind the word Jesus.  I assumed it was merely a reference to my strong spiritual convictions but then I decided to look it up.  Does the name Jesus have a meaning.

 

Jesus MosaicJesus of Nazareth also known as Jesus Christ, is the central figure of Christianity and is revered by most Christians as the incarnation of God. Muslims consider Jesus a prophet, and several other religions also consider him an important figure.

 

The name “Jesus” is an Anglicization of the Greek (Iēsous), itself a Hellenization of the Hebrew (Yehoshua) or Hebrew-Aramaic (Yeshua), meaning “YHWH rescues“. “Christ” is a title derived from the Greek (Christós), meaning the “Anointed One,” which corresponds to the Hebrew-derived “Messiah”.

 

So the meaning of the word Jesus is “YHWH rescues“.

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Lemur's Pet Shop

LemurI have a dream where I am deployed to serve in the military.  My main concern is who is going to care for my parents while I’m gone.  It is an undercover assignment which will require me to lose my identity.  Even I won’t know who I am.  With a blink of an eye I slip into another dimension within the playing field.  We are in a submarine in a room with many beds.  There is a cleaning lady in the room on a break lying on one of the beds.  She looks at me and recognizes who I am. With her recognition, I realize I don’t know who I am. The only thing I know is that she knows who I am.  There is no turning back now. 
  
The location we are in is under occupation.  There are many men walking around who I did not invite here.  I had allowed only one person in who in turn allowed the others in.  Visiting hours are 2 12 and 5.  Everyone here has a blood disease.  They throw up on you.  One guy has had an outbreak 3 times already.  Doorknobs have yellow tags to indicate active infection.  Knowing I just arrived on stage here, I instinctively know I’m not infected yet.  I go into a restroom where I can be alone to plan out some form of strategy.  There is a guy in one of the stalls who is throwing up.  I have a sense that he is able to detect that I am not infected.  Knowing I must flee, I realize I can fly but I unable to descend.  He throws up on me like a bird regurgitating a meal for his young.  Outside the restroom door, there is a procession of inmates walking by.  In a vision I see a dove crossing a street.  Midway the dove begins to transform into a man and continuing his walk across the street.   
  
The scene now changes.  The war is over and my mission is ended. We are now at peace.  It is inauguration day to welcome in the newly appointed High Commissioner.  We are at the Council of Nations. There are television cameras capturing everything about this historic moment which marks the end of the war and the appointment of the new commissioner.  Two singers are invited to sing for the new High Commissioner.  The cameras pan the League of Nations where many sit.  Over the loud speaker I hear them ask one of the angelic voices to stand and be known.  “Angel #1 please stand and be known.”  The excitement rolls like thunder through though the crowd.  A beautiful blond woman stands in the distance and all begin to cheer.  Unable to contain her excitement she runs a great distance to arrive at the podium to greet the new commissioner.  Her hair is very long and very beautiful and her skin is milky white.  She is glowing with admiration.  She apparently deeply loves what she is doing to serve the commissioner.  They pan the audience a second time and over the loud speaker I hear, “Angel #2 please stand and be known.”   Without even thinking she immediately stands and rushs down toward the podium to join with Angel #1.  She is a vibrant red head with a milky grey colored skin that is strikingly distinct and beautiful.  The two angels stand together at the podium. They hug and kiss as the crowds cheer in a thunderous moment of sheer bliss.  Never before have two united as one in this way.  As they hug and kiss the blond angel’s hand accidentally cups the breast of the red haired angel.  It is an act so natural and befitting of an angel’s innocense and love. 
  
The crowd now becomes completely silent.  I am expecting to hear them sing but instead they drop into absolute silence as they look each other in the eyes.  In their silence I become lucid and immediately drop into a vision within the dream.  I am standing in front of a mirror. In the mirror I can see nothing except my third eye.  It is not as I’d expect my third eye to look.  My third eye is a radiant crystal suspended before me.  Within the crystal I can see the many geometric facets and all the many dimensions contained within it.  I can see the matrix a grid that separates the many dimensions. In the one I can see all.  Wanting to touch it, I reach out my hand and with my index finger I gently lay my finger tip upon it.  It seems to be nowhere yet in many places at once.  My sense of touch is in all places where it exists.  In response to my touch, my third eye crystal changes color to a brilliant passion red. 
  
I hear a voice asking me to describe it.  “What does it look like?  Does it look like….?”  No I answer…. immediately a wormhole appears with white and yellow light pulsating through it. It is so incredibly beautiful.  I ask them if they can see what I am describing.  In the wormhole I can see the city of Los Angeles.  The buildings are melting away leaving behind the natural beauty of the land.  
  
In recognition of my service to the mission I am granted an inheritance.  Since I love animals they give me a pet shop full of many exotic animals.  As I walk through the pet shop amazed that this could all be mine I am taken by group of lemurs sitting in an open cage.  They are so cute I wonder if they can be held.  I invite one to come upon me.  He jumps into my arms and begins nibbling on my finger.  He is toothless and completely harmless.  I am so happy. This is something I will enjoy doing for the rest of my life; finding good homes for these more exotic creatures. 
  
When my alarm sounded I simply opened my eyes for I was already awake.  There was no need to snooze my alarm to meditate for I had been meditating all night long.  I got up out of bed and marched into the bathroom to pee.  Feeling so overwhelmed by my dreams I had to sit down to do my business and ponder over the nights events.  As I sat there relieving my bladder I had a vision.  Three women approached me.  They were exquisitely beautiful.  Their ethereal gowns glistened with pink and magenta sequins.  Telepathically I heard a single word.  “Shambala”.
  
This night was all over the place.  How was I going to make sense of it all, yet I knew it held a profound message for me.  Here are some things I discovered while researching. 
  

The term “lemur” is derived from the Latin word lemures, meaning “spirits of the night” or “ghosts“. This likely refers to their large, reflective eyes and the wailing cries of some species (the Indri in particular). Female dominance is a very rare social structure in mammals only observed consistently in hyenas and lemurs.

  

In the Commonwealth of Nations, a High Commissioner is the senior diplomat (ranking as an ambassador) in charge of the diplomatic mission of one Commonwealth government to another.

KalachakraShambhala is a Sanskrit term meaning “place of peace tranquility and happiness”. Shakyamuni Buddha is said to have taught the Kalachakra tantra on request of King Suchandra of Shambhala; the teachings are also said to be preserved there. Shambhala is believed to be a society where all the inhabitants are enlightened, actually a Buddhist “Pure Land”, centered by a capital city called Kalapa. An alternative view associates Shambhala with the real empire of Sriwijaya where Buddhist master Atisha studied under Dharmakirti from whom he received the Kalachakra initiation.

The image is from the Kalachakra thangka from Sera Monastery.  A “Thangka,” also known as “Tangka”, “Thanka” or “Tanka” is a painted or embroidered Buddhist banner which was hung in a monastery or a family altar and occasionally carried by monks in ceremonial processions. In Tibetan the word thang means flat, and thus the Thangka is a kind of painting done on flat surface but which can be rolled up when not required for display, sometimes called a scroll-painting. The most common shape of a Thangka is the upright rectangular form.

JUNE 20, 2008 — I’m reading Carlos Castaneda’s, “The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge” and came across this quote which rings true with where I am along my spiritual path and has resonance with the dream. Here he talks about the 4 things we must overcome.  The first is Fear, the second is Clarity, the third is Power and the fouth is …..<haven’t read that far yet>.

“He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him anymore. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power.

He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!”

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Eye on the Ground

Cat's Eye NebulaLast night I had a dream where I am with a group of emissaries.  We are discussing events of the future.  They are telling me all that is to occur.  I am told there will be blocks of time that will go missing.  Finding this hard to believe, I question them asking them for further clarification.  It is as they say; blocks of time will go missing.  They then suggest that it has already happened to me.  I pause to reflect on my past looking for a time in my recent past for which this could be true; an instance where I could not account for time.  As if to answer the question for me, an eye appears embedded in the ground to my left.  I suddenly understand exactly what is meant by the loss of time.  It is all that I am.  Knowing all there is to know about the eye on the ground, I am told that I am to go forth and preach and begin my ministry because now I am a believer and I know the truth.

 

I begin to feel an energy rushing up from the ground like that of a serpent coiling around my body along my sides and up under my arms.  It has a tingly feeling that tickles.  I want them to stop because the feeling is to intense against my body. The sensation wakes me up with a ringing in my ears.  As I opened my eyes there beside me was a giant warrior with a long sword.  The ringing was from the sound of the blade as he pulled it out of its sheeth.  I asked the warrior, how do you safely carry a weapon of that size?  You don’t carry one, he answered.  Instead, you trust in the eye for no harm can come to you.  With that said, he and his sword vanished.

Photo Credit: Cat’s Eye Nebula NASA, ESA, HEIC, and The Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA) 

The Cat’s Eye Nebula is a planetary nebula in the constellation of Draco. Among the earliest of human records written, the ancient Egyptians identified this constellation as Tawaret, the goddess of the northern sky in their pantheon of deities. Considered as ever-vigilant because the constellation never set, she was depicted a fierce protective goddess whose body was a composite of crocodile, human, lioness, and hippopotamus parts.

I found it interesting that Ministry also refers to government and in fiction a reference is given to the New Republic from Star Wars.  The following quote suck out for me.

The New Republic is a mutual self-protection pact among over four hundred sentient species, and an economic partnership between eleven thousand inhabited worlds.”

—Chief of State Leia Organa Solo

Looking up the word preach I was redirected by Wikipedia to the word Sermon.  There I found the most famous sermon to be the “Sermon on the Mount.”  Little did I know there is another version of the same sermon called “Sermon on the Plain” from the Gospel of Luke.  I was unaware of this version which sounds very similar to the title I chose for this dream.  The title of course for the dream came directly from imagery in the dream which was pretty straight forward.  “On the Plain” sounds very similar to “On the Ground.”  Not to mention Sermon and Eye have spiritual connotations.

Notable messages in the Sermon on the Plain include:

I love dreams like this because there are so many layers or dimensions of meaning here.  It speaks volumes to the one with an open mind who is willing to hear. 

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The Death of Physical Desire

Deathast night I had a dream where I am sitting with my family huddled around a small heater that barely produced enough heat for them.  They asked if I could possibly give them a new heater.  Of course, I told them. You can have anything you need.  I materialize a bigger heater for them enough to heat the space in which we were huddled.  Without anyone saying anything to me, I am suddenly aware of the death of my father.  I immediately stand up.  He died while crossing the street.  I observe that no one is saddened by his death not even my mother.  Everyone has gracefully come to terms with his death. 

 

I turn away to do my own inner reflection.  Within me I can see the ground upon which his body lay.  Going back in time I re-live his last breath.  “No, you have to be kidding,” he says to himself inwardly.  He looks up and points to the sky and smiles.  He is experiencing a vision.  “They have come for me,” he says; those where his last words. 

 

I now understood why everyone had gracefully accepted his death.  In his death he received everything he had been searching for.  

 

As my own inner reflection faded within the dream I began to awaken.  Lying in bed I came to full awareness.  Above my bed was floating the image of my father.  Instinctively, I reached out to grab his ethereal form to pull him toward me.  My left hand went straight for his heart like an arrow released from the bow of my heart.  I grabbed hold of him capturing his heart in the palm of my hand.  I could see his final expression as he surrendered his life before my eyes.  His image slowly faded.  I opened my hand and there in the palm of my hand was a handful of the etheric substance of his being.  It was hunter green in color and ran down the palm of my hand and fingers.  I held up my hand to the dawn of the morning light shining through my bedroom window.  Its consistency was dense yet still transparent.  My palm was completely green.  Like tiny fiber filaments angel hair of some sort; it clung to my hand forming a web between my fingers that obscured the light. I compared both palms.  One was clearly green while the other was my normal skin tone. 

 

I placed my palm on my heart.  Could my father have really died?  I’d have to call home first thing in the morning.  Somehow I knew this wasn’t about my real father but more about what my father represented.  My father represents my struggle with addiction and my desire for ultimate truth.  Death is a liberation from bondage; a bondage to my physical desire.  Was I now free from bondage?  I then remembered that last night as I began my meditation I tried to visualize the moment in which I came into existence.  I wanted to know why I had decided to come into physical form.  What was my desire?  What was my purpose for coming here?  What did I want to accomplish? 

 

OstrichI decided to meditate and see if I could glean anything more from this dream vision.  As I meditated, I began to see tree people. These trees were moonstruck; solid black shadows against a white backdrop.  They looked like palm trees with ostrich feet.  There were about 7 of them of varying heights.  They did a two step dance of sorts to let me know they were happy with the outcome.  

 

My alarm sounded.  I quickly hit the snooze button and returned to my meditation.  Seeing that I had returned, the ostrich’s regrouped and returned to their tree dance.  Clarity sharpened as they came in closer into view. The showed me there feet and how they walked.  Still moonstruck all I could see was the outline of their shadow.  My alarm sounded a second time.  It was time to awaken.

 

What does is all mean, I’m really not sure but I know as I live it and hold onto it more will be revealed. I’m exactly where I need to be.

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The Griffin's Magic Mirror

GriffinIn this dream I am with a being from another solar system aboard his space craft.  He is looking through a magic mirror.  I become lucid and realize this mirror is the instrument he uses to see the truth and all that lies within the hidden realms.  Knowing this is my chance to look through the mirror for myself, I walk up to him getting close enough to grab the mirror away from him.  In a moment when he is unsuspecting, I quickly reach for it snatching it out of his hand. 

 

My question for the mirror is, “Do extraterrestrial intelligences walk the Earth?”  I look through the mirror at my present surroundings.  I can see the many aliens hidden within the spacecraft. Seeing beyond what is in front of me, I can now see the surface of the earth and all those aliens currently present who are invisible to the human eye.  These aliens vibrate at a higher frequency and therefore go undetected. They are 8 to 9 feet tall, walk upright and wear green hooded cloaks to further hide their image.  They are powerful creatures with hammerheads not unlike the griffin. 

 

The griffin,[1] is a legendary creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle. As the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle the king of the birds, the griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature. Griffins are normally known for guarding treasure.[2] In antiquity it was a symbol of divine power and a guardian of the divine.[3]

 

Most contemporary illustrations give the griffin the forelegs of an eagle, with an eagle’s legs and talons, although in some older illustrations it has a lion’s forelimbs; it generally has a lion’s hindquarters. Its eagle’s head is conventionally given prominent ears; these are sometimes described as the lion’s ears, but are often elongated (more like a horse’s), and are sometimes feathered.

 

Infrequently, a griffin is portrayed without wings (or a wingless eagle-headed lion is identified as a griffin); in 15th-century and later heraldry such a beast may be called a male griffin, an alce or a keythong. In heraldry, a griffin always has aquiline forelimbs; the beast with leonine forelimbs is distinguished as the opinicus.

 

Oddly enough I just realized this dream ties into yesterday’s dream / vision “The Spider’s Probe” where I awoke to find the man on my bed with long bony fingers and big knuckles not unlike the talons on the griffin.

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Dawning the Face of God

GeckoLast night while I was deep in mediation lying in bed, I saw in my mind’s eye what looked like a woman. She was on top of me, somehow within me, occupying the same physical space that my body occupies. As she raised her body out of mine, she delivered a deep tongue kiss. It caught me completely off guard. “Too late to refuse that one,” I thought to myself. To play with the vision, I kissed her back. I then observed her unusual features as she blushed and backed away. She was humanoid, with friendly lizard like qualities.  Her tongue was thick and long and her jaw bird like. Her colors were saphire blue and emerald green. She reminded me of the Geico Gecko. Slowly her image faded and I drifted off to sleep.

My dreams were one struggle after another. So much happened that I can’t even begin to recount all the events. The last thing I remember happened toward the early morning hours. I was watching these reptilian humanoids perform a procedure on me. I could see my anesthetized body below on a table. They had my jaw unlocked and my mouth wide open as if I had swallowed something. Something began to come out of my mouth. I felt very uncomfortable as if I was in labor. Something from deep within me was coming out. I then realized it was the lizard’s tongue that I had swallowed. I began to squirm as the anesthetic began to wear off. I struggled to bring it up from deep within my esophagus. With one large and forceful cough I regurgitated  and expelled the lizard tongue.

HeraclesI immediately opened my eyes and awoke from the dream. Above my bed was floating the image of a gigantic Herculean man. He had a huge frame and was very muscular. His hair was a radiant white. He had rosy checks and a thick white beard and mustache. I could tell he was a man of great wisdom. He clearly saw me too. He tried to tell me that he is what they had extricated from within me. He kept patting himself on the chest, saying, “I am, I am.” I laid there confused somewhat angry that I’ve been choked up for so long with this huge man inside me.

I studied his features carefully. Still angry, I grabbed my voice recorder and recorded the details of what I had experienced. Choked with anger, I felt it difficult to describe what had just happened to me. I did the best I could and set the voice recorder back down. The man was still hovering over my bed, trying desperately to get my attention back. I simply refused to give it to him. I rolled on my side and returned to my sleep. Finding it difficult to sleep, I decided to meditate so I rolled on my back.

I quickly fell into a vision, where I saw two great birds the white condor and the black condor struggling with each other; their etheric bodies melding into one and emerging as two. Over and over this process continued. After a few minutes my alarm clock sounded. I opened my eyes and reached over to snooze it. When I looked back, I noticed the white bearded man was still above my bed. Now he had my attention. I connected with him telepathically and realized the struggle would continue until I devoted all my attention to him. But who was this man? He answered, “Do you not recognize me?” He did look familiar. He reminded me a little bit of Santa Clause. Then I remembered. This man had visited me before. “Spirituality is a treasure to live for all humanity, to overcome a notion, in a time when spirits rejoice. Where ever you go you pull the universe with you.” Oh my….I knew who this man was……but why was he dawning my face?  His face was my face at the end of my life.

When I got to work I searched Wikipedia for a picture to use for my post that would come close to describing the man from this morning but nothing seemed to fit. I tried Hercules, Giants, Gigantes, Jack and the Beanstalk, but nothing seemed to fit. I finally came across Heracles. The minute I saw his statue I said…”That’s him.” I didn’t even know who Heracles was. Come to find out he is also know as Hercules. I had thought they were different people but come to find out he is one and the same. I did find the meaning of his name interesting.

In Greek mythology, Heracles or Herakles (“glory of Hera“, or “Glorious through Hera,” Alcides (original name) was a divine hero, the son of Zeus and Alcmene, nephew of Amphitryon[1] and great-grandson (and half-brother) of Perseus. He was the greatest of the Greek heroes, a paragon of masculinity, the ancestor of royal clans who claimed to be Heracleidae and a champion of the Olympian order against chthonic monsters. Extraordinary strength, courage, ingenuity, and sexual prowess with both males and females were among his characteristic attributes.

I also looked up Hera in Heracles and to my astonishment it resembled my dream of swallowing and regurgitating.

In the Olympian pantheon of classical Greek Mythology, Hera, (Greek Ήρα, or Here (Ήρη in Ionic and Homer) was the wife and older sister of Zeus. Her chief function was as goddess of women and marriage. Her equivalent in Roman mythology was Juno. The cow and later the peacock were sacred to her. Hera was born of Cronus and Rhea and was swallowed by her father after birth due to a prophecy that one of Cronus’s children would take over his throne. Zeus was not swallowed because of a plan hatched by Rhea and Gaia. Rhea wrapped a stone into baby clothes and gave that to Cronus. Zeus was then moved to a cave on Crete. Rhea later gave Cronus an herb which she told him could make him completely invincible. The herb actually made him regurgitate the five other Olympians: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon, as well as the previously ingested stone. When Zeus grew older, he banished Cronus to Tartarus, the deepest chasm in the underworld, because the Titans were immortal and could not be killed.

Now do I look like Hercules? Maybe there is a little resemblance.