Multidimensional – Page 4

September 15, 2008

The Dragon's Lair; Sinfully Nothing to Fear

This dream was so long it started one night and continued on the next. Both dreams were so amazing and detailed I can only hope to give a glimpse of what happened.. I was also fully lucid in both dreams. I remember reentering the dream half a dozen times or more just because it was so exhilarating to do so. I wanted to experience it again and again and again. With each re-entry the dream changed slightly with my new awareness.

On the first night I am retracing human history and find the Elohim. I somehow know that if I find enough of the pieces where they were left it will be enough to piece it all back together. I fly and soar to heights only dreamed of. My last clue is found in the crystals.

On the next night I reentered the dream again soaring to heights well above the earth. I can see a planet in the distance. This planet is similar to the moon but darker as it does not reflect much light. I allow myself to enter into orbit around the planet. I want to see the life that is on this planet. There are many dark caves yet I can see in the darkness. The caves are protected by many uncircumcised penis like creatures with wings that fly like bats in the night. They scratch and bite at my hands. I can hear them talking. “This is the dragon’s lair.”

By entering I defied the dragon and angered him. I could also hear my own thoughts. I knew they could hear my thoughts. I wanted them to know I wanted them to “Bring it on”. I then said in a slow deliberate thought, “Simply nothing to fear” but for some reason my saliva got my tongue stuck and the word “Sinfully” came out instead of “Simply.” I then felt my own dribble hit my forehead in a wet creamy paste.

Knowing I am the beast and I am the dream, there is nothing for me to fear. I’ve basically forever been afraid of my own shadow. Hell then became a very cold place. My metabolism slowed to a crawl. I heard them say will he be able to make it back. I didn’t care I felt I had already died a million times. If this was the realization of death then so be it. One of them noticed I was wearing a cell phone.

August 22, 2008

A Game of Hide and Seek

Last night as I lay in bed I began to meditate. I immediately started seeing a depth of vision within my third eye as if I was lying on a table within a large empty room. I could see beautiful bright blue lights panning back and forth in a spiraling motion. The lights and depth of perception were so vivid and intense which is very uncommon for this early stage of meditation. I had just shut my eyes. I decided to open them again to see if what I was seeing was within me or outside of me.

I opened my eyes as the lights intensified. I could now see them both with my eyes open and with my eyes closed. Except now the phenomena was supper imposed upon my bedroom. Beside me were standing 3 beings that I could barely make out. I carefully looked around the room knowing wherever there is such lights beings are normally present. They were 3 completely etheric being that stood immediately to my left. They were each about 4 ½ feet tall. I could see completely through them yet I know they were there because I could see the vibratory signature of their energy. I held out the palm of my left hand to them right side up in a welcoming gesture. The one next to me reached out and as she did a vortex of light came streaming from here as she reached and placed her palm in mine. As she moved her essence seemed to be electrified and magnetized by the movement and the interaction with my aura which I could now clearly see. Her energy was a deep burgundy maroon in color. She held my hand for a few minutes. Vortexes opened up in front of the other two which then connected to the energy of my aura. I could see into these light filled vortexes. The light so excited completely filled my bedroom. The one who held my hand telepathically suggested that I close my close my eyes and meditate.

I promptly responded to her request by closing my eyes. I was now in another room, a place on a different plane of existence. I could clearly see them walking around me examining me from above. I could see their shadows move against the wall. I could see them only as shadows. In there shadows, I could make out their form. Although humanoid they were significantly different from me. They were however completely benevolent. I could tell this because I felt their energy. I had connected to their auras and I knew them and their intentions. They have allowed me to see a little more of them each time and with each time understand why they are here and what my roll is in all the change that is about to sweep our globe.

I then fell asleep and had dreams about them all night long. I kept trying to get at them because they like to hide in the dreams. It was an all night game of hid and seek. I never tired of looking for them and I always found them. I would have them for a minute and then they’d get away from me again. At one point in the early morning, I nearly had them cornered under my bed sheets. As I went to grab him he slide out onto the floor next to the closet door beside my bed. I slid out of the bed with him the act of sliding woke me up. I was sitting there looking at him and my closet door for about two minutes before I had realized where I was. He instantly vanished.

August 8, 2008

The Cicada of Truth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

August 4, 2008

The Sacred Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2. I will give peace in their families.

3. I will console them in all their troubles.

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

5. I will abundantly bless all their undertakings.

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

7. Tepid souls shall become fervent.

8. Fervent souls shall rise speedily to great perfection.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

July 16, 2008

The 7th Seal and the Seeds of Enlightenment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 29, 2008

The Jesus Man: A Gateway For Immigrants

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is absolutely powerful. WOW!!

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

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

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

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

June 25, 2008

Mary Poppins: A First Amoung Equals

Bedgown Last night as I was meditating I had a vision which I can only equate to a scene from Mary Poppins. In the vision I am traveling in the countryside. Out in the distance are standing a women and a young girl. They have baroque style clothing each with a long puffy crinoline style bedgown and petticoat. The woman is holding an open umbrella which she uses to shade herself and the young girl who is close at her side. They begin to walk toward a canyon about 20 feet in front of them. I am mesmerized by the graceful way in which the woman’s bedgown sways at her feet. When they reach the canyon’s edge they simply continue walking. As they step off the cliff a wind carries them using their crinolines as parachutes. The wind is so strong and mighty that it carries them to new heights well above me. My consciousness watches them as they pass overhead.

I ended my mediation and rolled over to fall asleep. I then had a dream where I find that someone has laid claim on my house. We both exist within the house. He has been residing on the upstairs and I on the downstairs. I have not had reason to venture upstairs so I am not displaced by his presence. On this day he comes downstairs to make himself known to me. He attempts to take possession of my favorite armchair. I stop him in his tracks letting him know definitively that I am the master of this house and the chair is mine.

He leaves me with the chair but I remain curious to find out how he manages to live upstairs. Determined to find out for myself, I venture up the stairs to the second level to look around. It is a grand space that is very old and weathered but has a uniquely old world charm. The floors, he is now refinishing. I think to myself that it might not be a bad idea to allow him to remain in the house since he is actually adding value by the work he is performing on renovating the floors.

As I get ready to go back downstairs I notice a bird sitting on a table out on the terrace. It is a Sun Conure; a pet I had many years ago. His name was Ollie Bird. He is dazed and his feathers are haggard. Feeling compassion for Ollie Bird my immediate inclination is to try to revive him and bring him back inside but now the man wants me to get on my way. My pets can’t stay outside they must come into the house where they can be protected. I now realize that the upper level of the house has been left open and unattended for many years. An open door or window would allow my cat Sable to get out. I insist on securing the house. He does not want me upstairs. He wants me to leave. In our struggle for control I awaken from the dream to find a woman floating above my head. She looks at me through a round portal that has opened up above my bed. There is a green light coming though.

Mentally I challenge her to bring it on. I am committed to stand my ground. She then turns to the side such that I can see her profile. From her mouth streams forth all sorts of creatures, animals, plants, and geometric shapes. Everything is alive with a vibration. Even though we were at a confrontation, what I experienced was very beautiful. Life in all it’s many forms is simply beautiful.

What struck me unusual was that the dream wanted the chair. So I proceeded to look up the meaning and here is what I found:

The chair is of extreme antiquity. Although for many centuries and indeed for thousands of years it was an article of state and dignity rather than an article of ordinary use. “The chair” is still extensively used as the emblem of authority in the House of Commons in the United Kingdom and Canada, and in public meetings.

The House of Commons is the lower house of the Parliament of the United Kingdom, which also comprises the Sovereign and the House of Lords (the upper house). Both Commons and Lords meet in the Palace of Westminster.

Historically, prime ministers are often referred to as Primus inter pares, a Latin term translated as first among equals, and which reflects the original concept of a prime minister as merely the first minister or most senior minister to the monarch, not the dominant or presiding minister, a role later assumed by many prime ministers in many states.

Coincidence how looking up information on the history of the chair had anything to do with an upper and lower house.

June 23, 2008

The Dragon's Pad

I had a bizarre dream where I am in another dimension that is very different from our own. Mythical beasts are found here. There is a dragon that is feared by all in this land. We travel through this dimension in a small enclosed hovercraft. I am told we must confront the dragon. The dragon is all powerful and comes at us with enormous exhibition of strength. We land the hovercraft and embark on foot. The dragon sees us and comes straight for us. When he sees that we are on foot he immediately becomes docile landing just a few feet away. He lies on his side, “Is he asleep or in a trance?” I am told we must enter through the belly of the dragon because his belly is a stargate and portal. I step through an opening at the base of his belly. I am instantly catapulted into another dimension.

In this dimension I am visiting my parents. While here I am told my father has died. With the news I become lucid with the recollection that I have had a dream about my father having died just a few nights previous to this. I tell them this is only a dream my real father has not died. They insist it is not a dream. My father has passed. I am instructed to begin the process of bereavement.

Determined to defy the dream, I resist and instantly find myself back outside the belly of the dragon. I am standing at his hind leg while he sleeps. I raise his paw examining the pads of his feet as proof that I am in a dream. Instantly I am pulled back into the belly of the dragon back to face my father’s death yet again. Again they say to me, “This is not a dream, your father is dead. You must begin your process of bereavement.”

I am once again more defiant than ever. I do not want to face my father’s death. NO! I will not. Instantly I find myself outside the belly of the dragon at the pads of his feet. Instinctively, I run over to the hovercraft to look in the truck for anything I might be able to use against this. In the trunk of the hovercraft I find a type a liquid saran wrap that is sticky and gummy which I can use to seal the belly of the dragon. I then receive a telepathic message letting me know that the saran wrap was left there specifically for this purpose. I think to myself, “How did they know I would need road-side assistance?” Lifting the pads of his feet I once again get sucked into the other dimension. I struggle going back and forth half a dozen times until finally I’m able to seal the opening of the dragon’s belly securing it with a diaphragm which I have fashioned out of the saran wrap and held down with metal clamps.

June 18, 2008

Lemur's Pet Shop

I have a dream where I am deployed to serve in the military. My main concern is who is going to care for my parents while I’m gone. It is an undercover assignment which will require me to lose my identity. Even I won’t know who I am. With a blink of an eye I slip into another dimension within the playing field. We are in a submarine in a room with many beds. There is a cleaning lady in the room on a break lying on one of the beds. She looks at me and recognizes who I am. With her recognition, I realize I don’t know who I am. The only thing I know is that she knows who I am. There is no turning back now.

The location we are in is under occupation. There are many men walking around who I did not invite here. I had allowed only one person in who in turn allowed the others in. Visiting hours are 2 12 and 5. Everyone here has a blood disease. They throw up on you. One guy has had an outbreak 3 times already. Doorknobs have yellow tags to indicate active infection. Knowing I just arrived on stage here, I instinctively know I’m not infected yet. I go into a restroom where I can be alone to plan out some form of strategy. There is a guy in one of the stalls who is throwing up. I have a sense that he is able to detect that I am not infected. Knowing I must flee, I realize I can fly but I unable to descend. He throws up on me like a bird regurgitating a meal for his young. Outside the restroom door, there is a procession of inmates walking by. In a vision I see a dove crossing a street.  Midway the dove begins to transform into a man and continuing his walk across the street.

The scene now changes. The war is over and my mission is ended. We are now at peace. It is inauguration day to welcome in the newly appointed High Commissioner. We are at the Council of Nations. There are television cameras capturing everything about this historic moment which marks the end of the war and the appointment of the new commissioner. Two singers are invited to sing for the new High Commissioner. The cameras pan the League of Nations where many sit. Over the loud speaker I hear them ask one of the angelic voices to stand and be known. “Angel #1 please stand and be known.” The excitement rolls like thunder through though the crowd. A beautiful blond woman stands in the distance and all begin to cheer. Unable to contain her excitement she runs a great distance to arrive at the podium to greet the new commissioner. Her hair is very long and very beautiful and her skin is milky white. She is glowing with admiration. She apparently deeply loves what she is doing to serve the commissioner. They pan the audience a second time and over the loud speaker I hear, “Angel #2 please stand and be known.”   Without even thinking she immediately stands and rushs down toward the podium to join with Angel #1. She is a vibrant red head with a milky grey colored skin that is strikingly distinct and beautiful. The two angels stand together at the podium. They hug and kiss as the crowds cheer in a thunderous moment of sheer bliss. Never before have two united as one in this way. As they hug and kiss the blond angel’s hand accidentally cups the breast of the red haired angel. It is an act so natural and befitting of an angel’s innocense and love.

The crowd now becomes completely silent. I am expecting to hear them sing but instead they drop into absolute silence as they look each other in the eyes. In their silence I become lucid and immediately drop into a vision within the dream. I am standing in front of a mirror. In the mirror I can see nothing except my third eye. It is not as I’d expect my third eye to look. My third eye is a radiant crystal suspended before me. Within the crystal I can see the many geometric facets and all the many dimensions contained within it. I can see the matrix a grid that separates the many dimensions. In the one I can see all. Wanting to touch it, I reach out my hand and with my index finger I gently lay my finger tip upon it. It seems to be nowhere yet in many places at once. My sense of touch is in all places where it exists. In response to my touch, my third eye crystal changes color to a brilliant passion red.

I hear a voice asking me to describe it. “What does it look like? Does it look like….?” No I answer…. immediately a wormhole appears with white and yellow light pulsating through it. It is so incredibly beautiful. I ask them if they can see what I am describing. In the wormhole I can see the city of Los Angeles. The buildings are melting away leaving behind the natural beauty of the land.

In recognition of my service to the mission I am granted an inheritance. Since I love animals they give me a pet shop full of many exotic animals. As I walk through the pet shop amazed that this could all be mine I am taken by group of lemurs sitting in an open cage. They are so cute I wonder if they can be held. I invite one to come upon me. He jumps into my arms and begins nibbling on my finger. He is toothless and completely harmless. I am so happy. This is something I will enjoy doing for the rest of my life; finding good homes for these more exotic creatures.

When my alarm sounded I simply opened my eyes for I was already awake. There was no need to snooze my alarm to meditate for I had been meditating all night long. I got up out of bed and marched into the bathroom to pee. Feeling so overwhelmed by my dreams I had to sit down to do my business and ponder over the nights events. As I sat there relieving my bladder I had a vision. Three women approached me. They were exquisitely beautiful. Their ethereal gowns glistened with pink and magenta sequins. Telepathically I heard a single word. “Shambala”.

This night was all over the place. How was I going to make sense of it all, yet I knew it held a profound message for me. Here are some things I discovered while researching.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 11, 2008

Lie in Wait

Last night I lie in bed to meditate. Since I was a bit tired, my intention was to be extremely brief with my meditation so I placed both hands behind my head. All the lights were turned off. Within a minute or two I dropped into a trance and lost myself. When I realized where I was I noticed a man standing in front of me positioning a screen directly in front of my face as if to prepare the stage for this night’s dreams. Curious as to the purpose of the screen, I quietly watched giving no indication that I had regained my conscious awareness. At this point the screen was down a few inches from my face to the height of my nose so I was able to see above the screen in addition to being able to see down through it.

The man was directly in front of me no more than a foot away from me which made it difficult for me to see his face. I held myself motionless, observing everything around me. Directly in front of me was his upper torso and midsection. He seemed to me working on something above my head as a camera man would position his lighting equipment before a shoot. He was now ready to reposition the screen. This was my chance to see his face. Still unaware that I had regained full awareness, he ducked down and looked directly into my eyes. He was a humanoid type I had never seen before. Unable to process his image entirely, he remained an indescribable blob of pixels. He raised the screen positioning it directly between us. I was immediately able to see his image very clearly. The screen somehow translated the never before seen collection of pixels into a definable image known to my mind. Thinking it’s now or never, I reached out like a preying mantis to grab him. I immediately opened my physical eyes.

Unfortunately the screen prevented me from getting a good grip on him. With stealth quickness and knowing he was present in the room, I reached in front of me with my physical arms like a blind man stumbling to grab at anything before me. I wasn’t able to grab hold of him but I definitely felt his physical presence as he brushed up against the underside of my forearms. As I moved my arms around there were defined areas in front of me where I could actually feel something solid yet I could see anything and there were areas where I could feel nothing at all.

Obviously he got away, but I came away with an experience, knowing there is subtle energy that can’t be seen but can definitely be felt with the physical hands and seen with the inner eye. It seems the veil of separation between the two realms is thinning.

I then rolled on my side and fell asleep. I then had a dream. In the dream I am with my best friend Daniel who passed away many years ago. We are with his family working on improvements to the house in which they live. There is a night watch where each of us takes turns watching the night sky and guarding the house. Tonight it is my friend Daniel’s turn to watch the night sky. I am sitting inside the house looking through the screened in porch. He sits just outside with a blanket rapped around him to temper the chill of night.

At this point I became semi-lucid thinking to myself that there is something strange happening here. I’m aware of the significance of the screen but unaware as to its role in the setting of the dream. I am also aware that my best friend who is sitting outside just beyond the screen has passed away in real life. The desire of the heart to go outside and visit with him is very strong but I resist the urge believing that this might be the predatory response wished by my earlier visitor. I make a conscious decision not to change the effects of the dream and to simply remain still to allow the dream to tell its story. His father comes by to explain the improvements they have made on the house and why they are needed. The tone of his voice has a hypnotic droning effect on me pushing me into a deeper state of consciousness making it difficult to stay coherent. Slipping into another dimension or perspective, I now understand the improvements on the house and I can see their effect. There are a bunch of yellow butterflies that are now attracted to the house because of the improvements made. It reminds me of a Zen garden. There is a sense of comfort in knowing that everything is going forward according to a divine plan. All I have to do it lie in wait.

One adaptation helping both predators and prey avoid detection is camouflage, a form of crypsis where species have an appearance which helps them blend into the background. Camouflage consists of not only color, but also shape and pattern. The background upon which the organism is seen can be both its environment (e.g. the praying mantis resembling dead leaves) other organisms (e.g. zebras‘ stripes blend in with each other in a herd, making it difficult for lions to focus on a single target). The more convincing camouflage is, the more likely it is that the organism will go unseen.

Mimicry is a related phenomenon where an organism has a similar appearance to another species. One such example is the drone fly, which looks a lot like a bee, yet is completely harmless as it cannot sting at all. Another example of batesian mimicry is the io moth, (Automeris io), which has markings on its wings which resemble an owl’s eyes. When an insectivorous predator disturbs the moth, it reveals its hind wings, temporarily startling the predator and giving it time to escape.