Inspirational – Page 6

April 25, 2008

Giv Dar; Shahnameh

This morning when my alarm sounded I promptly hit the snooze button. I immediately noticed beside my bed was standing an alien Being from another dimension. He was what I would consider to be very hideous. His skin was a khaki tan hybrid color with a leathery wet look. He was some form of humanoid creature. I thought, “Wow, he is ugly.” I was however not afraid. I want to know who these visitors are and why they have been seeking me out. I thought it important to note the time on my alarm clock. It was 7am sharp. I then felt my body jerk abruptly as I was lifted by my mid-section. I felt the right side of my face scrap what felt like concrete. I passed out for a few moments. It all happened so quickly.

When I regained consciousness I was lying face down. I could feel the pain in my face from the impact when I landed. I could vaguely remember my face hitting the ground yet my surroundings was still my bedroom but I somehow knew I was no longer in my bedroom. My nose and sinuses were full of mucus. I rolled slightly to my side. My alien visitor was beside me examining me. I did not fear. This was my chance to figure out what they want from me. As I looked at him, I immediately had a vision.

This vision was unique in that everything happened concurrently as if I was outside of linear time. I will describe it linearly but I can’t honestly say what happened first. I was also completely awake the entire time.

I traveled at great speed over a desert landscape. I was without a doubt on another planet possibly Venus or Mercury because the sun was at least twice the size it is on Earth. Even though it was early morning, I could see the sun in all its fullness. I was amazed at the clarity with which I was viewing this other reality. I was completely immersed in my new reality. I could see people. I stared into their faces noting all features. Not one detail was omitted. This was not a dream. They were human like me possibly gods from another planet. It reminded me of Egypt but the desert sand was red like it is in New Mexico. The landscape was also very jagged. People here lived not in houses but in the sand. There were many beautiful white and gold temples. The landscape was breathtaking. I walked among the people. Many wore saffron robes that flowed with the breeze. There were children present too. As I walked among them I could hear their thoughts. I presume they could hear mine because they were talking to me telepathically and responding to my every thought.

I had the impression I was in some sort of rehabilitation compound. I wanted to experience my new reality so I accepted it. I accepted this new life around me. As they were examining me. A young man with a kind face drew blood from my arm. He said, “Hold still.” I could hear the heart monitor in the distance. I could see the blood as it began to flow through the tubing but it didn’t seem to come from me. I felt nothing. I heard him say, “You can let go now.” I then heard the heart monitor go flat with a single sustained tone. I thought to myself, “Have I died? Is this the end? Is this how I died?” My next thought was? “OK, I’ll go with it.” I accepted my death if that was what had just occurred. I didn’t care. I simply wanted to continue the experience to see where it would lead.

As I was being examined, a Being very different from the original one at my bedside came upon those attending me and said to them, “This one is one of ours.” I was lead away on a cart that floated above the ground like a hover craft. There were now military personnel among those present. I was allowed to gather some of my belongings from a nearby locker. In the locker was a leather backpack I had purchased many years ago when I went to Greece during a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, Egypt and Israel. I was surprised to see a cell phone in one of its pockets. I had never seen this cell phone before but somehow I recognized it as mine. It had many features with many buttons which looked more like a remote control than a cell phone. I was told that I could use it at any time to call for help. I was warned however not to use a certain set of features which were presently grayed out.

There was a gentleman standing next to me while I was searching through my locker. As I stood there puzzled with what I had found….our hands touched. I felt an incredible sense of love in his touch flow through Him and to me. I knew the touch to be a silent acknowledgment of the presence of Spirit. I knew God was with me.

The lockers suddenly shifted and I could not remember which of the many lockers was mine. Having my leather bag in hand, I asked the kind gentleman if he would care for my bag in his locker. He then gave me the combination and address of his locker. I was surprised that he had that level of trust in me enough to give me his personal information. He didn’t seem to think twice about it. The lockers then shifted again and became a book case filled with books of all sorts. I suddenly had access to a wealth of knowledge.

I was then taken on the hover craft to survey the land. I observed everything very carefully trying hard to remember all details to bring back with me…assuming I made it back I wanted to be able to journal it all. I looked and found the year in which I now found myself. The year was 3684. We passed by the foundation of what was once the World Trade Center. The towers no longer stood here. There was not even a city that remained. I knew I needed to bring something back. This was inportant information. New York was a thing of the past. I could see the remnants of a building that once stood here. Atop the building read, “Giv Dar.” Even though this place had been devastated….there was a sense of incredible peace. I sensed the presense of those who died here.

Upon returning to the rehabilitation compound I was greeted by others. They asked me where I had been taken. I answered, “The Place of Death”. They immediately read my thoughts. They were able to see everything I have experienced in this lifetime. I was an open book to them. In the face of death I found peace.

The vision faded as my consciousness returned. My gaze was set upon my alarm clock which now read 7:40am.

Having done my research I found:

I looked up Giv in Wikipedia which redirected me to “Shahnameh,” or the “The Book of Kings.” Dar seems to mean a place or city and is hindu word which is Sanskrit for “supporter”. It’s is usually associated with a geographical place such as Dar es Shalaam.

Shāhnāmé, or Shāhnāma (Persian: شاهنامه )(alternative spellings are Shahnama, Shahnameh, Shahname, Shah-Nama, etc.), “The Book of Kings” , is an enormous poetic opus written by the Persian poet Ferdowsi around 1000 CE and is the national epic of the Persian-speaking world. The Shāhnāmeh tells the mythical and historical past of Iran from the creation of the world up until the Islamic conquest of Iran in the 7th century.

My co-worker is Iranian so I asked him about Shahnameh. I was suprised to find out that he knew the writing well. I wanted to understand how the word Giv possibly related to this work. He told me that Giv in one of the main characters in the Epic.

April 14, 2008

Hades and the Valley of the Dead

It is Thanksgiving Day in the Valley of the Dead. There are celebrations everywhere with people feasting. Many shop owners are selling souvenirs to take back with you after the celebration. A man approaches me to escort me through the Valley of the Dead. He explains how the day of Thanksgiving came to this place. As I’m talking to him, it suddenly occurs to me where exactly I am. I want to see Hades for what it really is. I take flight and circle the valley. Color here is muted in deep earth tones. I am completely lucid. I no longer fear flight because I know I am dreaming. I look down to see my feet dangling below me. Having lost my fear, I now spread my wings wide and move my focus to carefully observe the landscape. I circle the valley several times feeling the intense euphoria of free flight. I can see horses racing. Yes they are real horses. This is actually a very beautiful place with old world charm. I then come back down to stroll through the many homes and shops. I’m looking for a suitable souvenir to bring back with me. As I’m browsing the shops, my cell phone rings. The ringing catches me off guard. How could my cell phone be ringing deep in the Valley of the Dead? I answer it to hear the loving sound of my best friend Dinah’s voice. As I listen to her voice, I realize I am connected to the other side. I can now choose to change my path and find the answers which have eluded me in the past. I am now in a unique position to call up the roots of my issues and correct for them by bring back a souvenir.

My attention then falls upon an ash tray with the insignia of the Valley of the Dead embossed upon it. These ash trays are used to keep a portion of the cremated remains of those who at one time dwelled upon the earth and are now living in the Valley of the Dead. These now empty ash trays are ready to be brought back to the surface. I then take flight once again ready to return home. As I leave I notice there is a noose tied around my neck whose line now trails me into the Gates of Hades. As the noose begins to tighten the line snaps free. I then reach over my head to remove the remaining noose from around my neck. I watch the noose as it is carried off by the wind beneath my wings. I am free.

April 4, 2008

Friday's Hope

Last 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.

Next 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

April 3, 2008

Sole Man Out

I had a dream where I am a civil systems engineer in a CPA firm. I am looking at photographs taken at a company picnic. The pictures are spotlighted in the company’s brochure. As I thumb through the brochure looking at the photographs, I realize that I am the only engineer in the entire firm. Many of the photographs involve sporting activities such as soccer. I am not one to be engaged in sports. I feel awkward being the only man out. All of my other co-workers are CPA’s.

There is a guy in one of the photos who attracts me. I go back through the photographs looking for him specifically. My boss comes by my office and catches me thumbing through the photographs. I fain interest in the sporting activities so that he doesn’t become aware of my interest in this guy. He tells me that there is a benefit to being the only man out. He says, “We treat our sole people very special.”

March 24, 2008

The Tree of Life

I had a dream where I am one among a group of students. We are preparing for our board certification exams. I’ve just entered into the curriculum but classes are already well underway. I apparently have transfer course credit that I can transfer in to place me on par with my new classmates. I notice my classmates are all in excellent health. I’m thinking I had better start my diet plan back up again. Although I don’t remember studying the course material I somehow seem to know the subject matter as if I had lived it. Considering the subject matter might be too easy for me, I consider the possibility of a dual major.

At this point I began to awaken, slowly regaining consciousness. The dream however had not yet ended. As I lay there in bed fully lucid looking over my course work I saw before me within the dream my third eye looking back at me. The iris was a beautiful luminescent etheric blue. Within the pupil I could see lightning flashes of green and blue. As I looked more carefully at the lighting within the pupil I noticed the lighting had created a pattern in the sky. Within my pupil was now the tree of life. Lightning was flowing through it’s many branches and trunk. Knowing what I was beholding…I was in utter awe.

My alarm clock sounded so I reached over to snooze it. I continued to lay there for a few more minutes trying to return. Instead, I saw an olive green backdrop upon which three hieroglyphs appeared. My alarm sounded again. It was time to awaken.

I went to Wikipedia to find an image to use for my post and read a little bit about the origins of the tree of life. Interestingly the last picture image on the Wikipedia page, which I did not like because it didn’t look like a tree, is a graphical representation of the modern “Tree of Life on the Web” project. When I clicked to enlarge this photos it strinkingly resemples an iris with the tree within the pupil. The hieroglyphs I saw look much like the hand drawn tree of life on the same Wikipedia page that Darwin hand sketched.

March 16, 2008

Triceratops; Flight of the Condor: Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

March 10, 2008

Chivalry's Great Helms

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

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

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

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

Chivalry^[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.

November 16, 2007

The Little Buddha's Thimble

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.

I 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.

October 30, 2007

Where the Angels Play

Last night I had a dream where I find myself in the arms of God. He holds me in his arms as I sleep. In the dream, I wake up and realize where I am. I realize that this is where I have longed to be. I then start making baby noises, baby talk of some sort. Even though I can’t yet speak I am able to communicate with my Love. I can hear the beat of his heart and mine responding to his. I am happy to finally be in this place that I have longed for.

I nestle my face and nose into his chest. As I do this, I immediately transition into an alternate reality and my surroundings change. I am in a state of ecstasy flying over the turquoise blue waters of what seems to be the Florida Keys. I am flying inches above the surface of the water with an ease that is so natural and free. I have not a fear in the world. I can feel the wind and the ocean spay against my chest and belly. I then choose to land in the shallow waters just of the coast. I am amazed that the waters here are so shallow that my feet are able to touch the sand below. I see others swimming and enjoying the waters around me. I am in heaven where the angels play.

This was such an incredible dream. When I awoke in the morning I couldn’t help but link this dream to the dream I had about the clown where my belly hit the surface of the water and I was forced to do a retake. Somehow I understood this dream to be telling me that I was somehow successful in the retake. This was the retake which allowed me to now experience God in this way.

October 18, 2007

The Golden Ring of the Seventh Heaven

I’ve been You Tube’ing lately. It is amazing what great works you can find. Speaking of the Seventh Ring in my Labyrinth dream I did in fact find a ring that day on You Tube a Golden Ring no less, a Golden Ring of the Seventh Heaven. It spoke to me in a way that rang true and resonated deep within me. I’ve been listening so some of the transmissions by this person known only to me by the name Rysa. I highly recommended them as I have found the voice to be empowering and aligned with the source of light that is also guiding me. We are called to unite with like minded souls to spread our knowledge of what has been revealed to us to others. He calls us the Wayshowers. I call us Lightworkers or Starseeds. We are known by many names but our calling is to help guide the way and lead the people out of darkness by carrying the lamp of higher consciousness to help awaken humanity out of the dream of life.