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Friday's Hope

PlanetsLast night, I set my alarm half an hour earlier to allow myself a little more time in the morning to mediate before getting out of bed.  During the night I had a dream where I was actively within my addictions.  I want to act out before my partner comes home with the dry cleaning. As I stand in the kitchen contemplating how I might accomplish this and get away with it, I see his car pull up in front of the house.  Not having enough time to follow through with it, I set my intentions aside.  He is arriving with a man who is going to do our taxes.  They walk up the front steps and ring the doorbell. I open the door and welcome them into the house.  They walk over and sit at my dining room table.  I ask them if they would like some eggs for breakfast to which the tax man asks, “How many ways can you serve up eggs?”  I’m insulted because he knows what my earlier thoughts were.  I want to run, because there is nothing worse than being called to the carpet.  As I turn to walk away, I see other men in black, tax collectors, arriving at the house.  There is nowhere for me to run.  I have no other means of escaping than to fly away and end the dream.  My consciousness begins rise.  The tax collectors rush in and begin grabbing at my feet to pull me back to hold me accountable.  I reach down and try to break myself loose but now they have both my feet and arms. 

 

I slowly begin to awaken still struggling to free myself.  As I open my eyes I could see the two men now on all 4’s on my bed pulling at both my arms.  They were literally pulling on me.  I could still feel and see them in this wakeful state.

 

Now awake, I no longer felt threatened.  I clearly examined the two men before me.  One of the two men had a gold coin resting on his upper lip.  As I began to relax, I acknowledged them and they released their grip on my arms.  They began to float away headed toward my headboard.  I followed the man with the gold coin and as his face floated by me, I quickly reached up to grab at the coin.  I over shot my reach and instead my fist bumped his nose.  He and the coin changed trajectory and disappeared. My alarm clock sounded.  How coincidental was that, I thought to myself? 

 

I turned off my alarm and began my meditation remaining wakeful and aware.  I immediately reentered the dream where now I find myself aboard an aircraft.  I get up out of my seat and walk over to look out the many windows.  I can clearly see several planets below.  They are so beautiful.  I start screaming and shaking people’s seats saying, “Look, Look, Look there are planets outside.”   I am in total amazement that I am experiencing this space voyage fully awake.  I can’t stop looking out the window and admiring the incredible beauty that is these planets.

 

The aircraft begins its decent into the atmosphere of one of the planets.  I am speechless, breathless and in total awe.  The craft finally lands on the surface of the planet and the inhabitants on board the aircraft begin to disembark.  I’m afraid that if I disembark I will not be allowed to return to my earthly reality.  Knowing this is what I’ve always dreamed of experiencing; interstellar travel, I disembark.  The feeling as I walked off the craft was so incredible.  It felt as if I had actually crossed over completely into another dimension.  I was no longer simply peering into this other dimension from within my meditation; I was now fully part of it.  The people were slightly different than humans but in every sense very much human.  I remember saying to myself, “They are just like me.”  There were so many people going about their business.  I then walked down a residential street where I came across two children playing.  I observed them briefly and continued walking.  I then turned around to take another look at them from afar.  Something was not right with this picture.  I stood there at a distance trying to figure out the anomaly.  It then hit me.  The houses were new but abandoned and the children playing were on a continuous loop.  I was alone.  Saddened, I retreated into myself.  My dream body then became an orb of light.  As my consciousness started to drift away, I saw another young girl sitting on the sidewalk playing jacks.  She looked at me and said, “Please, don’t go back to your isolation.”  The little girl knew me. 

 

JacksNext to her appeared a penny on the ground.  I reached for the penny.  I picked it up and looked at it.   It was a penny from their world.  I wanted to give the little girl a penny from my world but I did not have one with me.  I then turned to look at her again and noticed there were now many pennies, gold coins of all kinds lying on the ground.  I picked up several of them to examine them.  They were very shiny and beautiful.  I knew I was in a world where poverty was non-existent.  I was filled with a renewed sense of hope. 

 

Wanting to know more about this world, I looked around to see if I could see a street sign that could clue me into where I was.  There was one street sign with the number 12 on it.  At the bottom it read, “Friday”.  The sign also had Arabic writing on it.  I am worried that I might be somewhere in the Middle East but in this desert there is water; waters flowing with life.  The little girl then reached out her hand and I reached back to accept hers.  I then slowly opened my eyes to end my meditation.  In front of me was a woman whose hand I held.  She was completely illuminated with vibrant pale blue and gold colors.  She was Hope.  I held her hand not wanting the experience to end. 

 

Amazing!  God is simply amazing.  There would truly be peace in the world if people pursued knowing their true self through prayer, meditation and dreams.  The combination has the potential to crack open and awaken the hardest of souls. 

 

As is customary for me to do, I looked up the word Friday in Webster’s dictionary.  To my surprise:

 

Friday

The sixth day of the week.

prehistoric translation of Latin dies Veneris Venus’ day

before 12th century

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The Drone of the Black Panther

Black BantherI had a dark dream where I see my grandmother who is seated in a chair.  This is the spirit of her physical body.  It is the non physical essence of the shell of the woman I once called Abuelita.  My grandmother’s spirit the one I loved is not present here but her shell remains trapped in this bardo world aging indefinitely.  I can see the soft hairs on her skin and the many green age spots on her arms.  This body is motionless and speechless.   Her image triggers all my childhood memories of her.  I remember her fondly.  I then see my father coming down the street.  He is much taller than I remember him.  He stumbles and falls and pees his pants.  I am angered by him.  I can’t leave the memories of my family in this bardo world.  I feel compelled to help them; to bring them back with me.  I try to get my father to stand and walk on his own but he simply cannot.  I want to slap him, but I hold back my anger which is rising within me as I tighten my body in frustration.  My heart doesn’t allow me to leave either one here.  My alcoholic father has always been a burden in my life.  Why must I carry his weight?  In order to bring my grandmother with me, I must also help my father.  I turn to him again.  With my anger rising I can see his face getting uglier and uglier.  My anger seems to garner him the strength to stand.  With an insipid look he now stands ready to come at me with all his remaining strength.  Using his entire body he lunges forward and falls on me. 

 

In that moment I woke up.  Dreams like these don’t come without visitors.  Angry now, I looked around my bedroom to find those responsible for the dream.  Along side my bed were standing 5 large framed beings.  They were each about 7 feet tall with wide shoulders.  They were not human in form.  I locked onto each of them with my eyes to let them know I was well aware of their presence.  I didn’t know what their intentions were but I didn’t feel they were well intended.  I knew they were using my grandmother and my father to hold me emotionally hostage.  I got up out of bed and boldly walked right through them.  I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to gather my thoughts.  As I sat there a black panther walked in with the insidiousness of a snake. I got up, flushed and walked right past it on my way back to the bedroom. 

 

I laid back in bed and closed my eyes.  I began hearing a rhythmic repetitive and almost hypnotic sound, “du-dil-il-ling.”  I then had a vision where I could see a construction site that had wooden elevators that were lifted with hand pulleys.  I could see the people who operated the pulleys carrying people and supplies to the upper levels of the construction site.  They were like worker bees hypnotically following the drone.  

 

Historically, black panthers in the American Southeast feature prominently in Choctaw folklore where, along with the owl, they are often thought to symbolize Death.

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Triceratops; Flight of the Condor: Part II

TriceratopsLast night as I was nodding off to sleep I caught something out of the corner of my eye.  I opened my eyes and sitting upon my bed was a reptilian looking creature.  He had a face similar to a horse with a long snout.  He also had a frill on the back of his neck that rose like feathers above his head.  Like all spirits I see he too was transparent.  I could only see his head as if he were peering into my world from a vantage point within his.  He was talking to me.  I could see his lips moving and his facial gestures but I could not hear any sound.  His distinct features made me wonder if I was simply imagining things.  His details were too perfect to be a creation of my imagination.  He reminded me of a triceratops except he had no visible horns. I carefully looked around the room to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.  Tired as I was I lay there in bed watching him until sleep overtook me.  I then rolled over and fell asleep.

 

Moments later I hear a loud but familiar hum of engines.  These are not normal engines.  It is the familiar hum of space ships. The aliens are back. I then feel someone tugging at my arms.  I opened my eyes in real life and now on the other side of my bed was Triceratops pulling at my arms.  I was amazed that he actually had the ability to physically pull on my arms such that I could actually feel it.  I knew there was something he wanted me to pay attention to. 

 

I then closed my eyes and immediately I entered into a wakefully induced lucid dream state.  The rest of the night I remained in this wakeful dream state with Triceratops pulling at my arms when I’d drift too deeply into sleep. 

 

Grand CanyonIn the dream I am confronted face to face with the Black Condor from my previous dream. He stands the height of a giant man ominous and huge with a great wingspan. His feathers are unlike any birds feathers.  Fully lucid, I recognize that I am in another dimension.  I too am a Condor (blue) except my wings only shown when I with a relaxed but focused intent channel the hum of the universe.   Then and only then do my wings shown as big and wide as the Black Condor.  I am to confront him on his own turf.  I am given time to adjust to my new environment so that we might be on a level playing field.  I’ve never flown with wings as great and powerful as these.  I somehow instinctively know how to command the forces within this world.  It feels as if the energy from the earth is rising up and flowing through my body, expanding my wings.  I immediately take flight as if I was going up in an elevator at a tremendous speed.  I can feel my stomach drop into my groin as the exhilaration rushes through me.  I am in a steep canyon with very high cliffs with many ledges that are carved into the rock face as if people lived here in and among the rocks.  I can hear the sound and feel the rush of wind against my wings.  The feeling is so incredible I can’t believe I’m experiencing this. 

 

The exhilaration is too much so I decide to land upon a perch to catch my breath.  “Am I really awake?”  I then feel a tug and I open my eyes to see Triceratops beside me holding my arms.  All I can think is, “I want more.”  I immediately close my eyes and instantly return to the place where I had perched.  Again I relax with focused intent to resonate with the hum of the universe bringing its energy into my body through the earth below me.  The feeling lifts me again to new heights but this time I notice that I am not being held from behind as before.  I am without my safety.  I feel one hand upon my side.  This hand is the only thing holding me securely in this position. I fear I have climbed too high so I begin to descend.   My body begins to tilt forward.  All I can think is to cry out for my mother.  I then remember that I can simply open my eyes and return to the safety and comfort of my bed.  I immediately open my eyes to find myself still lying on my side.  Wanting more, I immediately close my eyes and return to the exact place where I had left off, but now it is time to confront the Condor. He is now in pursuit and I have only one hand gently securing my safety.  Feeling I need additional protection I reach behind me to where the hands would be to hopefully bring them forward to place them tightly around my waist.  They are no longer there.  I am now flying solo.  I frenziedly pat myself down looking for the arms that once held me secure, but I don’t find them.  I then take notice of my own arms and hands before me.  From both my hands is streaming forth an intense blue light.  I now feel the presence of God within me.  I can see the valley floor below me. I know I can’t retaliate with force against the Condor.  Instead I decide to use the light within me to bestow a blessing upon the earth; the earth who gave me this gift of flight.  I open my palms in front of me as I soar above the land.  The light from my hands is now going forth with tremendous force upon the land.  White spirits begin to emerge from the land. These captive souls have somehow been set free.  They are flying up to the heavens at tremendous speed like arrows they are flying toward me. 

 

Instinctively I pull the covers up over my head and open my eyes to avoid the impact of the arrows.  The Condor is under my sheets!  His face is pressed up against my forehead.  He is angry that I have freed the souls of those who dwell captive below the earth.  In shock I freeze motionless under my covers not knowing what to do.  He has me pinned down.  Remembering back, I knew the only thing I could effectively do was to simply love the Condor.  I then relaxed and smiled and looked gently into the eyes of the Condor.  His image began to become grossly disfigured.  He was nothing more than an illusion.    I slowly pulled the covers away from my face in total disbelieve of all that I had just experienced.  With dawn approaching, Triceratops was now gone. 

 

I lay back down and closed my eyes.  Within moments I find myself sitting in a comfortable armchair playing a board game. This is a flight simulator designed to help one master the gift of flight.  It requires mental control to command the elements on the game board.  The game board is a very large flat panel monitor which hangs on a wall in front of me.  All the moves are done with the power of the mind.  I’m practicing the art of mind control to create wormholes on the fly through with to move elements positioned on the board.   My skill level is high.  I love the game as it is very challenging.  Joe comes by and asks me what I’m doing.  He asks if I would like to do something with him.  I’m more interested in mastering the game.  I seem to be addicted to the game.  I know that mastering this skill will be priceless.  I show him the ease with which I command the forces on the board hoping to entice him in the game.  This is the leading edge of all things worth having. 

 

I then realize that my eyes emit a light that others can perceive; specifically those currently positioned on the game board.  I’m now challenged to find a way of maneuvering my way through the board without being noticed much like an undercover agent.  This is a challenge considering my multidimensional sight depends on the light which my eyes emit.  I must acquire another sense of vision.  Suddenly my whole environment changes and now I’m hiding deep within the sands of the earth. Everywhere I look my piercing laser vision creates a wormhole.  I can’t conceal myself in sand.  I then try to conceal myself in the waters of the ocean. This appears to be a more formidable environment.  One in which I might be able to retain an edge on the game board.  

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House Fires

Email From Ed Gursky with Image of Glade Plug-InLast night I had a foretelling dream where I find myself alone with my dog at my Aunt Carol’s house.  I am house-sitting.  While there, a very small fire breaks out in one of the smaller bedrooms of the house.  I notice the smoke and quickly go to extinguish the flames.  An ember from the fire floats through the air and lands in another area of the house, which causes a second fire to break out.  The flames begin spreading to different areas in this same manner. I finally manage to extinguish all the flames.  I then go to let the dog out the back door of the house which was not damaged by the flames.  As I’m standing there waiting for the dog to return from doing his business, I look down the street through the kitchen window and notice that all the homes in this area have burned down.  All that is remaining of the neighbor’s house is the chard wooden frame of what was once their former house.  Apparently these same embers made their way through the air to propagate themselves.  I feel terrible that my inability to act quickly has caused this to happen.  My aunt comes home and apologetically I tell her that I’m sorry for what I have done.  She responds by tells me that this is a great opportunity for her to rebuild her home.  

 

As I awoke from the dream, I could see smoke in my bedroom.  I thought…”Oh my, this dream is prophetic.  My house is burning!”  I quickly got up and looked around to see if I could figure out where the smoke was coming from but I could not smell smoke and the smoke alarms were not sounding. I quickly realized that what I was seeing was merely hynagogic images or remnants of the dream that had lingered on after my awakening.  

 

Oddly enough when I got to work sitting at the top of my inbox was an email I had received from my friend Ed Gurski which was titled, “House Fires—PLEASE READ!!!”.  Here is the content of that email.

 

Subject: HOUSE FIRES– PLEASE READ!!!!
House fires–please read!!!!!Received from a friend who is in the insurance property business. It is well worth reading.This is one of those e-mails that if you don’t send it, rest assured someone on your list will suffer for not reading it. The original message was written by a lady whose brother and wife learned a hard lesson this past week.Their house burnt down.. nothing left but ashes. They have good insurance s o the house will be replaced and most of the contents. That is the good news.

However, they were sick when they found out the cause of the fire. The insurance investigator sifted through the ashes for several hours. He had the cause of the fire traced to the master bathroom. He asked her sister-in-law what she had plugged in the bathroom. She listed the normal things….curling iron, blow dryer. He kept saying to her, ‘No, this would be something that would disintegrate at high temperatures’. Then her sister-in-law remembered she had a Glade Plug-In, in the bathroom.

The investigator had one of those ‘Aha’ moments. He said that was the cause of the fire. He said he has seen more house fires started with the plug-in type room fresheners than anything else. He said the plastic they are made from is THIN. He also said that in every case there was nothing left to prove that it even existed. When the investigator looked in the wall plug, the two prongs left from the plug-in were still in there.

Her sister-in-law had one of the plug-ins that had a small night light built in it. She said she had noticed that the light would dim and then finally go out. She would walk in to the bathroom a few hours later, and the light would be back on again. The investigator said that the unit was getting too hot, and would dim and go out rather than just blow the light bulb. Once it cooled down it would come back on. That is a warning sign

The investigator said he personally wouldn’t have any type of plug in fragrance device anywhere in his house. He has seen too many places that have been burned down due to them.

PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE

PEOPLE IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK.

NOT ONLY COULD IT SAVE SOMEONE’S HOUSE

BUT IT COULD SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE.

You better believe I quickly sent sent this to everyone in my addressbook. Better safe than sorry. The image I used for this post is the actual image that was attached to Ed’s email.

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Chivalry's Great Helms

ChivalryIn this dream I find myself floating above a parade of people.   At first I can fly and hover about 4 feet above the ground.  The height at which you can fly is somehow related to one’s authority level.  This height feels comfortable and I do not feel threatened or in any kind of danger. I seem to have mastered this level of comfort and have been granted its corresponding authority. 

 

I am then pushed by an invisible force to new heights.  It completely throws me outside of my comfort zone.  I feel as if I’m being pursued by an invisible force.  I feel unsure of myself.  I am now flying at the tops of the buildings far removed from ground level.  Once you have mastered the gift of flight you can basically fly at any height.  The thing that prevents us from reaching such heights is the energy that is required to reach such a new height and the fear that sets in when such a height is realized.  I’m now uncomfortable wanting desperately to return to ground level.  I must find a way back.  I slide along telephone wires and power lines looking for a vertical drop.  I finally find a vertical drop which descends into a location where they are singing karaoke.  

 

I walk into a coffee house to grab a cup of coffee but the guy at the counter is cleaning out the pots and putting away the coffee.  He says to me, “the coffee hour is over.’  I then turn and begin walking down the street.  I not notice a guy in a wheel chair who is going into a public restroom.  As I walk past the men’s restroom I double back to use it myself.  I walk in and immediately feel uncomfortable.  I do not see the man in the wheelchair.  I immediately turn around to leave.  Before I can even put my hand on the door to exit, the door flings open and an invisible force walks past me.  Its presence is very strong.  Even though I can’t see the force I can sense its exact location with my inner eye.  I follow it with my eyes to let it know I know of its exact location and to indicate that I am not afraid.  As I turn to leave once again,  it grabs me from behind and pulls me back into the restroom.  I struggle but am unable to break free of its grasp.  I’m not gaining any ground. 

 

HelmsThe struggle awakens me.  As I open my eyes I can see two men floating above my bed.  As in the dream I point at the one that is further away from me as a clear indication to him that I can see them.  He says to me, “Don’t point.”  I then hear my conscience say, “It’s not polite to point.”  Having made my point I begin to study their appearance.  Both entities are wearing unusual hats.  In my mind I thought to myself, “What unusual hats.”  To this remark I immediately heard the one say, “Chivalry Hats”.  I immediately grabbed my voice recorder from my bedstand and recorded the details of the dream and vision.  I then got up out of bed as another gesture to these visitors that I was not afraid or their presence.  I then marched down the hallway to the restroom to use it then returned and crawled back in bed.  Inside me I really was afraid but I refused to show my fear.  This force appeared to be a power greater than I. 

 

Chivalry[1] is a term related to the medieval institution of knighthood. It is usually associated with ideals of knightly virtues, honor and courtly love. The word is derived from the French word chevalier, indicating one who rides a horse (Fr. cheval). Today, the terms chivalry and chivalrous are used to describe courteous behavior.

What’s so amazing to me is that as I began researching this dream/vision I was amazed at how my research into Chivalry Hats echo not only the dream but things in my personal life.  The synchronicity and interplay between the dream, my vision, the research and personal events in my life was remarkable.  

Chivalry, a word uncommon in my vocabulary led me to Knighthood which led me to Knightly Virtues of:

Then to Courtly Love (one can substitute man or God in place of lady): 

  • Attraction to the lady, usually via eyes/glance
  • Worship of the lady from afar
  • Declaration of passionate devotion
  • Virtuous rejection by the lady
  • Worship of the lady from afar
  • Declaration of passionate devotion
  • Virtuous rejection by the lady
  • Renewed wooing with oaths of virtue and eternal fealty
  • Moans of approaching death from unsatisfied desire (and other physical manifestations of lovesickness)
  • Heroic deeds of valor which win the lady’s heart
  • Consummation of the secret love
  • Endless adventures and subterfuges avoiding detection

Then to Honor and Status (echoed in the dream) and finally to the armor and the Great Helms (hats) they wore echoed by the vision.  It all comes together with divine precision. 

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The Little Buddha's Thimble

Little Buddha

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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The Minotaur and the Labyrinth

LabryinthThis morning I had a dream where I am with my best friend Daniel who died many years ago.  I am asking him if he knows the whereabouts of my friend Robert who I know also died many years ago.  I had lost contact with him years before I found out he had died.  Daniel tells me that he knows where to find him.  He then takes me to where I can meet him.  We find my friend Robert and after a few minutes I ask Robert about our old mutual friend Richard.  I lost contact with Richard many years ago and I have no knowledge on what became of him.  Robert tells me that he knows where he is.  I ask him if he will help reunite me with him.  He then takes me to where I might find him.  Upon finding my friend Richard, we all sit and chat for a few minutes.  I then ask Richard about our mutual friend Augusto.  I’m sensing that they are now aware of the trick I am playing on them to help reunite us as one.  Still unsure of my motive, Richard naively answers that he does know where Augusto is.  We all then travel back in time to a period in our lives when we were all together as one.  It is a good and happy time with many pleasant memories. 

MinotaurMy fiend Daniel and I then leave to find a quiet place where we can continue our talk.  I have a room that I rent at a nearby spa and resort which I invite him to.  When we come onto the room I draw down the shade so that the management of the establishment won’t become aware that I brought with me a non-member.  I’m caught by the management and told that I cannot bring non-members with me into this establishment.  Daniel is angry because when he was alive he had a valid membership.  He then calls upon the gay community to come with their chisels and picks to chip away at the wall they have constructed to keep people out.  I’m thinking they are never going to be able to tear down the wall that separates us but in fact they are. The wall is now crumbling.  

In tearing down the wall they expose a secret labyrinth.  There is a man at its center struggling with a demon that has the head of a bull.  I’m told if I want to confront the demon I can enter into the Seventh Ring.  Knowing this is my own interior space the demon is occupying, I venture into the labyrinth to confront the demon.  He is held behind an enclosed fence at the center of the labyrinth.  The demon sees me and immediately jumps over the fence and aggressively comes at me.  The shock wakes me up out of my sleep. 

Now awake with my eyes open, I can see the demon before me.  He has the head of a bull and the body of a man.  All I can see is the fur around his eyes because his face is pressed up against mine.  I can feel his heavy breath upon me.  Without a second thought, I snarl back at the beast pushing into him to let him know that I am not threatened by its presence. 

His image remained beside my bed for a long time as we locked eyes.  I could see the red fiery anger in the pupils of his eyes.  I had to go to the bathroom so I paid the beast no mind and got up and walked over to the bathroom.  Determined not to be frightened I intentionally left the light off and sat in the darkness that was in my bathroom.  When I was done I returned to bed where the image of the beast was now gone.

When I got to work I wanted to know the significance of the Seventh Ring.  The only thing I could think of that referenced rings was Dante’s Divine Comedy which surfaced recently by chance in a previous dream titled, The Emperian Heaven of the Green Orb so I pulled up the Divine Comedy on Wikipedia and in the section of The Circles of Hell, I found the Seventh Circle.

Seventh Circle. This circle houses the violent. Its entry is guarded by the Minotaur. 

My first question was what the heck is a Minotaur?   I followed that clue and to my surprise found:

In Greek mythology, the Minotaur (Greek: Μῑνώταυρος, Mīnṓtauros) was a creature that was said to be part man and part bull.[1] It dwelt at the center of the Labyrinth, which was an elaborate maze-like construction built for King Minos of Crete and designed by the architect Daedalus to hold the Minotaur.

Here I was lead back to the labyrinth.  It was now apparent that the beast I encountered this morning was a Minotaur.  Now my question is what is the significance of the labyrinth?  I don’t know anything about them other than the fact that they are a maze. 

Minataur in the LabyrinthIn Greek mythology, the Labyrinth (Gk. λαβύρινθος labyrinthos) was an elaborate structure constructed for King Minos of Crete and designed by the legendary artificer Daedalus to hold the Minotaur, a creature that was half man and half bull and which was eventually killed by the Athenian hero Theseus. Daedalus had made the Labyrinth so cunningly that he himself could barely escape it after he built it.[1] Theseus was aided by Ariadne, who provided him with a fateful thread, literally the “clew,” or “clue,” to wind his way back again.

The term labyrinth is often used interchangeably with maze, but modern scholars of the subject use a stricter definition. For them, a maze is a tour puzzle in the form of a complex branching passage with choices of path and direction; while a single-path (“unicursal”) labyrinth has only a single Eulerian path to the center. A labyrinth has an unambiguous through-route to the center and back and is not designed to be difficult to navigate.

Prehistoric labyrinths are believed to have served as traps for malevolent spirits or as defined paths for ritual dances. In medieval times, the labyrinth symbolized a hard path to God with a clearly defined center (God) and one entrance (birth).

Labyrinths can be thought of as symbolic forms of pilgrimage; people can walk the path, ascending toward salvation or enlightenment. Many people could not afford to travel to holy sites and lands, so labyrinths and prayer substituted for such travel. Later the religious significance of labyrinths faded, and they served primarily for entertainment, though recently their spiritual aspect has seen a resurgence.

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Elohim: Hopi and The Warriors of the Rainbow

ElohimToday I had an incredibly powerful experience as I was waking up this morning.  As a side note, I’m supposed to give a short inspirational talk later this evening and I’ve been worried about having the right words to say.  Well I now definitely know I’m not alone.  I’ve learned to follow my dreams down the rabbit hole to see where they lead.  They never cease to amaze me.  Here is what happened. 

About an hour before my alarm was set to sound I had the urge to go to the bathroom.  I woke up and beside my bed was the spirit of Potamous laying quietly next to me.  He turned to make eye contact with me.  I acknowledged him as I gazed at his pale blue colored pudgy cheeks.  I told him telepathically that I had to get by him to go to the restroom.  He then moved to the side to let me by not that he really needed to because he was after all in spirit form.  I went to the bathroom to do my business.  As is unusual I turned on the lights to see if anything was out of place.  The bathroom was normal so I did my business and returned to bed.  I picked up my voice recorder to capture what I remembered of the dream I had just had before awaking. 

I went back to sleep.  An hour later my alarm clock rang and I hit the snooze button to begin my meditation.  I must have snoozed it 3 times.  On the 3rd time I simply turned it off.  I was ready to get up…but wait just one minute I thought to myself.  In that minute I drifted off into to a deep state of consciousness where I had a false awakening.  In the false awakening, I got up out of bed and reached over to grab my voice recorder when I noticed Potamous had left a journal beside my bed.  I picked up the journal which had a picture of him embossed on the cover with the words, “Ruben’s Journal” I set it down amazed with what I was experiencing.  This felt so real.  I was in an alternate reality.  I picked up the journal again to look at it more closely when I noticed the picture of Potamous and the words were now gone.  The journal was becoming translucent.  I quickly ran over to the window to open the journal to read whatever I could.  On the pages I clearly saw three rubber stamps.  Each rubber stamp had a single word on it.  They reminded me of the stamps they use when you check out books at the library to denote the due date on the book’s return.  The first word read, Celestian, the second, akin and the third Elohim. Telepathically I received the message, “Me and you will do this together.” 

I knew I would forget what the words were because they were words I did not perceive to be English.  I asked to be shown the words one more time.  In sequence the words appeared on the blank page of the journal one by one. 

 

CELESTIAN

AKIN

ELOHIM

 

I quickly opened my eyes and immediately grabbed my voice recorder and phonetically sounded them out.  The first word I knew was a derivative of the word “celestial” but the other two I had no clue what they meant.  I figured when I got to work I would do a search and see if I could uncover their meaning. 

When I got to work the first thing I did was check to see if there were any new messages for me on the Intention Experiment.  I stumbled across a post by Dirk Hertveldt titled “Hopi the Rainbow Warriors” In his post he linked to a You Tube video about a Hopi Prophesy. On one of the first screens on that video I caught my third word.  I couldn’t believe it. 

HopiWhen the Earth is dying there shall arise a new tribe of all colours and all creeds.  The tribe shall be called “The Warriors of the Rainbow” and it will put its faith in actions not words”

The Warriors of the Rainbow would spread these messages to teach all peoples of Earth or “Elohi.”  They would teach them how to live the “Way of the Great Spirit”.

There was my word without the “m” at the end.  I then did a search for the word Elohim on Wikipedia and to my surprise the word came up.   

Elohim (אֱלוֹהִים , אלהים ) is a Hebrew word which expresses concepts of divinity.  Elohim is the third word in the Hebrew text of Genesis and occurs frequently throughout the Hebrew Bible.

Here too Elohim was the third word. 

Exodus 3:4, “… Elohim called unto him out of the midst of the bush ….” 

Exodus 4:16, “He will speak to the people for you, and it will be as if he were your mouth and as if you [Moses] were Elohim to him [Aaron]… ,”

The second verse from Exodus 4:16 really rang true with me.  It’s message was very similar to the telepathic message that I received “me and you will do this together”.  I then continued my search looking up akin.  On first glance the word didn’t even register with me as an english word but come to find out it is. 

 

Main Entry: akin
Pronunciation: &-‘kin
Function: adjective
1 : related by blood : descended from a common ancestor or prototype
2 : essentially similar, related, or compatible <his interests are akin to mine>

Oh my! Is the vision trying to tell me look at the story of Moses and take strength from that example?  On with the search and again to my surprise the word Celestian did come up exactly on Wikipedia.

Celestian is the god of Stars, Space and Wanderers. Celestian is Neutral Good, but his worshippers may be any alignment of good. His symbol is a black circle set with seven stars. His home plane is the Astral Plane. His colour is black.

Lawful Good

Neutral Good

Chaotic Good

Lawful Neutral

Neutral

Chaotic Neutral

Lawful Evil

Neutral Evil

Chaotic Evil

 

Neutral Good
Neutral Good is known as the “Benefactor” alignment. A neutral good character is guided by his conscience and typically acts altruistically, without regard for or against Lawful precepts such as rules or tradition. A doctor that treats soldiers from both sides in a war would be considered Neutral Good. Examples of neutral good creatures include the Guardinals, a type of celestial.
  

I then marched into the bathroom to get ready for work and the first thing I noticed on the floor of the bathroom was a fallen maple leaf in it’s full fall color clearly displaying the many viens in the leaf.  The leaf was not there earlier this morning.  Is mother earth trying to tell me something?

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Look, He Sees Himself, Send in the Clown

Creepy ClownThis night was too creepy and bizarre in the dream.  The night started with my having difficulty falling asleep.  It was probably because I had myself a piece of carrot cake before going to bed.  Anytime I have something sweet before bed is always a recipe for trouble, but I just couldn’t resist the temptation for a piece of cake.  The cake did however help me remain lucid and conscious during most of the dream.  The dream starts off with me piloting a see through plane over a great body of water.  The body of the plane is made of some form of jelly substance.  Joe is with me as my co-pilot.  I’m teaching him how to maneuver the plane. With Joe now piloting the plane, we begin having problems staying airborne and I’m not paying attention to what he is doing.  The plane comes critically low toward the surface of the water and its belly skirts the sea. 

I’m then asked to choose as if I’ve played this game before.  I somehow know my options.  I can either take a reading to see my future or do a retake.  Without even thinking, I elect to do a retake.  A retake allows me to change the basis upon which my future would be decided.  It is a very risky move but has a high payoff if successful.  The retake allows me to take possession of my own reading and craft it with my own hands.  I am handed a wad of dough with which to form my reading.  The wad of dough is transforming before my eyes taking on a life of its own.  I am molding it keeping it contained long enough to change the outcome.  I notice it begins to grow hair and a face then emerges.  It is my face.  I feel compassion for who I am.  I hear a voice say, “Look, he sees himself.”  The face begins to then morph into a wormhole.  The wormhole is alive with a mouth like that of an anemone.  I place my fingers along the edge of the mouth.  The creature begins to draw me into itself.  I pull back barely managing to escape. 

I let go of the wormhole creature taking a few steps back.  Nothing happens for a few seconds and I’m thinking everything is ok now when all of the sudden a person emerges from the wormhole.  It is the devil himself appearing as me looking like a bald headed clown with an oversized forehead.  There is an initial shock.  Something pulls me from behind as if to embrace me in a gesture of protection.  The clown then yells out to me in a guttural tone, “STAND UP!” 

Knowing I’m not alone, I stand and lift my palm to him as rays of blue healing light come streaming forth from my hand.  Enveloped by the light the creature begins to shrink and withdraw.  It did not however withdraw completely.  I never returned to a full sleep as I continued to be on alert expecting it to return. 

Later in the night it did return once again approaching me in an attempt to menace and intimidate me.  Half asleep, I raised my palm above my head again.  Once again I could see the blue rays of healing light flow from me through my palm but this time the entity did not back down.  It came right up on me and pressed its hand against mine.  Startled by the touch, I immediately woke up from my half sleep.  As I opened my eyes, I could see the image of the clown floating above my bed.  My arm was outstretched preventing him from approaching any closer.  The energy was right up against my hand.  It slowly dissipated.  

Having to use the bathroom, I got up out of bed and confidently marched down the hallway to the bathroom, when something odd struck me in the dark hallway.  I have a little clown that has legs and arms made of yarn. I have had this clown for more than 25 years.  He has always sat on my banister for nearly as long as I have had him.  I sit him such that he stratles banister along the hallway where the banister meets the wall.  My clown was no longer sitting propped up against the wall but instead midway along the banister.  I continued down the hall toward the bathroom.  I knew something had moved my clown.  I flushed the toilet and proceed down the hall running my hand along the banister.  I gently grabbed my clown as I went by and slid him back where he normally sits propped up against the wall.  I returned to bed.  I then began to meditate.  While deep in my meditation I saw a woman slithering like a serpent on her belly.  I knew who it was.  As she slithered away she raised her head and turned to look at me.  As she turned a mirror was raised in the distance and I saw her reflection in the mirror.  I then held my hand out in front of my face with my index finger pointing up to indicate the number one.  I could see my spirit but my spirit cast no reflection in the mirror.  I knew then I was successful at realigning my future. 

About an hour later my alarm clock rang and I got up to get ready for work.  As I walked down the hallway I noticed something else out of place.  I have a little stuffed dog that hangs over the banister where the banister turns to head down the stairs.  I’ve had him on my banister for more than 17 years.  He normally faces the hallway and looks at you as you walk by.  Someone had turned him around.  Now he was pointing the other way as if to moon me when I walk by.

Regarding the Dark Forces, I know it to be a creation based on illusion.  It has power only as long as we believe in the illusion.  The biggest threat to the Dark Side is our awakening.  The day we see ourselves for who we realy are all illusion will fall away.  I recently received this message from my friend Sal Rachele who is a gifted channel.  He summed it up for us nicely so I will share it here with everyone. 

Although the idea of “dark forces” is based on illusion, within the lower four densities of Creation the dark forces seem to have power and control over many souls. In reality, there is only God. Everything is God, including those who believe there is a force that opposes God. Nevertheless, because we are all powerful, creative beings (created in the image and likeness of our Creator), we are capable of creating a great deal of misery and suffering. Just look around at the world and you’ll see what I mean. We have been given free will, which means we can either create like our Creator, or create unlike our Creator. If we believe there is a force that opposes God, that force will seem to take on a life of its own for us. We can then believe that this force controls and manipulates us and that we are powerless to overcome it.The main reason for the intense upheaval currently taking place is because all that is false must be brought to the light and dispelled. The dark forces are desperate to maintain their illusion of control over the souls of Earth so they are “pulling out all the stops” and launching a massive attack on the lightworkers of the world. Of course, this is ridiculous since in truth we cannot be assailed. However, if we have any unintegrated parts of ourselves that still believe attack is possible, then those parts will go through fear and other forms of upset.On the Earthly plane, we have souls who are hell-bent (pun intended) on destroying this planet with nuclear, chemical and biological weapons. We have been repeatedly informed that the benevolent beings assisting from the higher realms have been given permission to intervene and prevent us from blowing ourselves up. This is because there are enough lightworkers on Earth now that it would be a violation of our free will to experience nuclear war. Certain governments, intent on using nuclear weapons to further their agendas, are realizing that these weapons will not be allowed and are scrambling to find some other way of maintaining their illusion of control and dominance over Earth souls.Meanwhile, we are being called upon to send loving compassion and prayers to these misguided souls. Although they must freely choose to embrace the light, sending a positive force field of light to them can cause a shift to take place, at least in those “dark” souls that have some aspects of self willing to embrace the light. Therefore, increasing our prayers and love toward those who have forgotten their Oneness with God is paramount at this time. All souls are created in the image and likeness of the Creator and there are none that deserve to be seen with less than loving compassion. Let’s all remember this the next time insanity appears to have the up

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Stop Procrastinating Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding HoodLast night my entire dream was about my procrastination on issuing a single command to change or set the secret key in the system’s configuration file. I know the command that needs to be issued. I’ve issued the command many times in the past. It is a rather long command that centers on the secret key. I am having trouble staying focused, constantly hesitating and waiting for a moment when I’m perfectly situated without distractions. I have one excuse after another. My head hurts from the pressure placed on me to execute the command without endangering the system. I don’t have a development system on which to test it out. The command must be issued against the actual system.

In the morning my alarm clock rings. I had not yet issued the command. I wanted to go back to issue it because I knew it backwards and forwards but why was I hesitating? I snoozed my alarm and began my meditation to try to go back. I see a vision of a memory from my earlier dream where again I was taken back to a corridor laid with marble floors and marble columns lining a beautiful promenade. At the far end I can see a pristine blue ocean. I want to walk the path along the promenade. I want to reach the other side. I am lost in the beauty of my surroundings. My alarm clock rings.

Left with unfinished business, I snooze the alarm a second time and return to my meditative vision. This time I see a caricature of a wolf seated on a sofa with one arm stretched out along the backrest. He is talking to me. His mouth is moving and I can see his facial expressions changing but I hear no sound. He is speaking to me telepathically. He places the story of Red Riding Hood into my mind.