Mythology – Ruben Bailey

June 18, 2019

Treasures of David Butler

June 18, 2019

Last night’s dream was super cool. It reminded me of an episode of Harry Potter. In the dream, I discover a pattern to make money. I have observed people often drop dollar bills at the metro. The dollars fall into the cracks in between the floor tiles. Most are in a rush to get to where they are going so they are completely oblivious to the treasures that lie at their feet. On this day and every day, I rummage through the tiles on the platform looking for lost treasures. It is my lucky day. I find many $20 dollar bills. People are finding out about my good fortune and want in on my secret but they just haven’t got the knack of looking in between the tiles. You also want to wait long enough for the person who dropped the dollar bill to be gone so you are not considered stealing. The items have to be lost for the finder to pick them up and consider them his own treasures.

I repeat my daily routine of scouring the platform for lost dollars. On a subsequent day, I discover a small box someone has left behind. I look into the box and see a wad of cash. I’ve hit the jackpot. I quickly check to make sure this qualifies as lost. There is so much cash here and other treasures I am having trouble finding a place to put them on my person. My pockets are stuffed full. A few of my follows grab a couple items to help me haul them off.

My name is David Butler and I work in a castle as a teacher of archaeology. I also have a store front in the castle where I sell some of my found treasure which I’ve determined can be sold. On this day a student arrives unexpectedly early and takes the liberty of opening the storefront windows revealing my artifacts from the previous day. I tell her I am still in the process of cataloging the items. I am particularly interested in the wad of dough. The dollar bills are not of this epoch. The symbols and faces on the money are from a time long ago. The symbols are animated just like the pictures in a Harry Potter movie. From watching David Butler work it become apparent he is not interested in the value of the items but is mainly interested in the message the items communicate much like reading a tarot deck. One of the bills has a 3D image of 3 swords. David pulls one of the swards out of the dollar bill to measure it. He hesitates for a moment realizing this is a big one.

He is now secretly planning a spectacular event to show off his findings. The dresses up as a night with armor and a veiled face. His fail is made of animal fur. He looks at me and shows me his sward and banner, implying he is expecting feedback on how he looks. I on the other hand am captivated by the man in furr. I respond, I’m interested more in the man.

He takes off to position himself in the castle for the opening festivities. He is so high on the euphoria of his find he is unable to land. His excitement has caused him to take flight. To solve this he reaches for his long sword and point it to the ground. The tip of the sword touches the top step of the baluster anchoring him firmly to the castle.

This is David Butler.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS!

This was such a dramatic dream. It also felt so real when I was there especially when we were in the castle and his work area. What was very interesting to me in the dream was when the dream morphed and I went from being the main character to that of the observer. It seemed to happen when I reached a point where I was more interested in learning about what it is I am doing in the dream that my consciousness moved to a position of observer. This split also coincided with the revelation that David Butler was more interested in what he was learning from the objects (the symbols on the bills) than the value of the bills themselves. This is also when the character took on the identity of David Butler. I don’t know where the name came from but it was very loud and clear. The climax of course was when David Bulter laid down his sword on the baluster to touch the earth.

Phenomenal simply phenomenal!!

I’m going to put this in the romance category because of the word armor. I think this is a play on words with amore which means love in Italian. When I told him I was more interested in the man under the fur it felt very sexual and intimate and the sword lent itself to the part of a man. At the moment when I responded I felt the dream was hinting at a love to come my way.

Definition of butler. 1 : a manservant having charge of the wines and liquors. 2 : the chief male servant of a household who has charge of other employees, receives guests, directs the serving of meals, and performs various personal services.

June 5, 2019

Woodwind Lodge

June 5, 2019

In last night’s dream I am given a double cassette tape which contains cyber code someone wants me to evaluate. I am suspicious of the methods by which it was given to me. I’ve never seen code on a cassette tape. I open the jewel cassette case to reveal the two tapes inside. The cassettes illuminate a beautiful lime green color. I think they are too beautiful to be malicious but I am still not convinced. The packaging is extremely high tech. I take the tape and tell them I will get back to them with my response but in truth I just want to get away from them just in case they have a malicious motive. I see my old boss Juan come by and he tells me I can take an alternate route. It is a route I’ve never driven down before. He says while on the route, I can visit a lodge that sits along the road. He tells me they have many activities I can take part in. He smiles and remarks it is frequented by a group of red headed men. I am riding my motorcycle while he is walking. I tell him he is welcome to ride on the back of my cycle but I don’t have a helmet for him to wear. He says he is just going to enjoy a leisurely walk and will meet me there.

Evading my pursuers who had given me the tape I arrive at the lodge and walk in. Immediately I see a bunch of red headed men. They are beautiful Norwegian and Scandinavian men. I love red heads so I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. They are woodsmen with messy long vibrant red hair and beautiful flowing beards. They welcome me and invite me to look around.

I decide to explore the lodge and all the rooms including some of the dormitories for the residents. I enter one large room where a couple of black men are seated with their dogs. The dogs are chows. The chows are digging in sandboxes appearing to have a good time. The men are seated looking out 4 extremely large windows.

I continue on and run into Juan again. He tells me they teach music here and he encourages me to take a look at the music room. I walk around and come upon a room with many pianos some are smaller for kids to play and others are full sized. There is also a large bucket at the entrance with many woodwind instruments. All are welcome to enter and play a woodwind. The space is small but very welcoming. A Jamaican lady with a headdress is inside teaching a little boy to play the piano.

As I am readying to leave, I stop at the reception desk where two women are talking about their volunteer work. All the people here apparently volunteer their time for the benefit of the lodge. I think I too would like to be a part of this place.

February 4, 2019

Hydra: Come Live On Our Planet

February 2, 2019

In last night’s dream I am applying for a new job along with a few other people. I am the first one hired on by the company and offered my choice of places to work. I choose my home as my location. Two others are also hired and they too choose from the remaining locations available. The 2nd person chooses to work from the business apartment and the 3rd is given an office space at the main headquarters.

I seem to be the lead and I go visit the 2nd person at his new luxury business apartment. Looking around the space, I realize this is where I used to live a long time ago. It is much bigger than I remember it to be. I feel a deep sense of connection to this place as I look around at the many rooms and courtyard. Number 2 is trying to decide which room in the home to make his bedroom. He has an iron bed with tall iron bed posts which he has positioned in the middle of the room. With such fond memories of this space, I am saddened that he has not made it his own yet and hasn’t completely settled in. He seems to still be living out of boxes.

He then receives a delivery at the door. It is a brand new brown fire truck along with many other items of value. The shipping manifest indicates these items are left overs from the previous occupant and he can simply take possession of them. They are now his to use as he pleases. Looking through the items, there is a letter which accompanies a Trust with $250,000 dollars in it. I am a bit saddened that I didn’t choose this space for myself. I could have been the lucky one to inherit all this wealth.

Our first project we need to undertake is sent to us. There is only one copy of the instructions. Given there are not sufficient copies for me to hand out to each team members, I am going to have to convey the instructions as needed. I open the document and read through the instructions. There are sections missing and also sections incorrectly ordered. I seem to be intimately familiar with the instructions even before I read them. I know exactly what is missing and what is out of order. It appears only I am qualified to do this job.

My alarm sounds and I get up to pee then returned to bed for a few minutes of precious snooze time. I immediately return to the dream. I and my team are getting ready to sit down and have coffee. I seem to be a bit envious of the good fortune of #2. I believe with all that money he has been lucky enough to receive he should treat us to coffee. I’m not even sure #2 realizes the value of what he has inherited. As I approach the counter, we walk past the fire truck. The paint on the truck looks brand new. It is a milky chocolate color with polished chrome accents. It is obvious the truck has great value. We continue on to the pastry shop walking through the courtyard. I now worry whether they will have the danishes I enjoy eating. To my surprise, they have the exact cream cheese danishes I love. We order our food and sit down to eat and discuss the instructions.

The instructions seem to be a manuscript for a movie about life on another planet. I can see the trailer of the movie playing before our eyes. The title says, “Come Live on Our Planet.” I then see a three headed dragon pass before the screen.

As the vision fades, I see one last person approach. The colors are muted monotone shades of forest green. He smiles at me as if to confirm, “Communication Received.” I look at his face for a moment to study his expression. He has a friendly and gentle face. His hair is thick and a bit messy. He is young in his mid to upper 20’s. I sense a deep connection to this man.

December 26, 2018

Shattering of the Universe; How Magick Happens

December 26, 2018

Last night’s dream was very cool. I was watching Harry Potter before going to bed and I wondered if there was a train platform numbered 9 3/4 in my dream where magick happens and if my dreams have a school of Hogwarts for teaching magick. I fell asleep with the thought.

In the dream, I find myself at work. I am friendly with the guy who is the parking attendant for my building. His company owns several businesses including several parking lots. Since his workers don’t make a lot of money, he offers them investment tips. On this day, I over hear him giving out some tips in the way of business news. I then go about my business.

At work one of my coworkers is Marcus who is a very heavy set black guy who reminds me of the Marcus from MKP. He is also gay as is Marcus from MKP. In talking to Marcus, I notice his beautiful qualities and his inner potential. Even though he is over weight, I help him see a bright future for himself. In talking to him, something he tells me rings true with the conversation I overheard early regarding the business news. Today’s news I believe Marcus can apply directly to his life. Marcus is very excited and begins believing in himself. He is loosing weight and is wearing a beautiful blue dress. His hair is long and his makeup is done up nicely. He likes dressing to accentuate his feminine side.

The next morning, I tell Marcus to meet me at the parking lot where I can introduce him to the parking lot attendant. We are waiting just outside the parking booth for the attendant to arrive with today’s business news. After he offers the news to his employees, I get his attention and introduce Marcus. I stutter in explaining how he can possibly help Marcus. My inner dialog doesn’t want to seem as if I am asking for his help under an Affirmative Action because he is black. I want him to know I believe in Marcus and I think he can benefit greatly from his assistance. As if to read my mind, the parking attendant tells me not to worry, he will help Marcus as I’ve indicated. Excited with his approval I look at Marcus who now looks stunning. I pause for a moment to see how Marcus has changed. I think to myself, “I could really love someone as beautiful as Marcus.”

We walk together back to our office. Marcus is very excited on his new prospects for the future. I am happy to have been able to help him in this way. A truck is driving out of the parking lot and down a road where there is construction. He drives over a pot hole. I yell don’t do it you won’t survive the fall. His car splits in two and is swallowed up by the river that runs along side the road. I tell Marcus he will have to pluck his car out of the river now. Marcus and I continue walking. As we walk, Marcus comes up with a way to apply this new knowledge to help the man recover his truck. He is eager to help someone. He comes up with a way to create a sonic boom. The boom will fragment the Universe shattering it to pieces just enough for the man to recover his truck from the river. The shattering of the Universe allows us to easily rearrange the pieces of the truck.

The idea works as the boom sounds. The Universe now looks like a mosaic. Through the cracks a worm hole appears and a beautiful lavender light comes rushing in. I see and understand how magick happens. I realize it is Marcus who helps me.

August 10, 2018

Castle Lights

August 10, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I find myself in a huge castle. I’ve been here before. I seem to be very familiar with the layout and where things are and how they work. I am well known for the inner workings of the castle. The castle is so big it has small streets within it. There are a set of inner lights that are not often used. I think it is a good occasion to turn them on but I need to replace one of the light bulbs for it to work. The electrical system has two sources one comes from the castle itself and the other comes from the city in which the castle sits. This set of lights because they serve the roads within the castle are served by the city. I find the junction boxes. My sister Grace is with me. I tell her to be cautious because we would need to turn off the city power first to tamper with the junction box. I also tell her that she can’t use just any light bulb to replace the one that is burned out it must be a special light bulb which is similar to the ones used in the tail lights of cars with the small prongs on them. She is impatient and feels she knows it all. I decide to use an old light bulb and not a new one just in case if it blows out. I vaguely remember what happened last time I tried to change the light bulb. As if to go back in time to the point where the light bulb blew out I insert the light bulb. For about 3 minutes the lights in the inner city turn on. The streets within the castle look simply beautiful. I had forgotten how beautiful and magical the city looks when the lights are on. One of the wall torches begins to flicker signalling a possible short in the wiring. We need to access the problem area by going down in a manhole under the castle grounds. I take my dog which is an unusual looking white dog. He is very nice but a bit too adventurous. This work requires caution. I’m afraid the dog will fall in the manhole and I’ll have trouble getting him out. The dog looks in the manhole and I guess doesn’t find it interesting or it doesn’t grab his attentions and Instead he goes off running toward the corner sniffing the buildings. I cautiously do what I need to do to fix the problem in the manhole.

Later in the dream I run into Joe my ex. He tells me he has the money he owes me. I hardly believe it true since Joe is all about lies and procrastination. Why would he of his own volition want to repay a debt to me? He then shows me the calculations he has made. They are not numbers in the sense that we would know them but instead an arrangement of artifacts. The placement of things seems to tell a story. I ponder the items and the story they tell. Just as I am about to wake from the dream the thought enters my head…Aha! the baby. It add up to a baby.

July 2, 2008

Batman and the Matrix of Illusion

Last night I had a dream where I am a superhero similar to Batman. My Batcave is a Penthouse atop a great tall building. The Penthouse I occupy is comprised of several of the top floors. There is no direct access to these floors because they are hidden from the general public. The secret Penthouse is the launch pad from which I initiate all my superhero crusades. Feeling alone in the world, I want to intermix with the population at large so I create a DaySpa where people can come and enjoy power drinks, exercise and be rejuvenated. The decision to open part of my Penthouse to a DaySpa and grant access to the outside world does pose a significant risk to my true identity as a superhero but I am willing to take that risk because the payoff is potentially very high in that I will be able to influence and enlighten millions who will come through the DaySpa and become members. As soon as I open the doors of the DaySpa many come through. The DaySpa also gives the illusion that you are actually in the Penthouse. Yet those who come are unaware that there are other floors of the Penthouse hidden from view. The fact that the true Penthouse is hidden helps take the focus off the building because there are those enemies who would want to limit my superhuman influence.

There is a secret chamber much like a space capsule the catapults me into the hidden and secured areas of the Penthouse. On this day, I have several men come through who are looking to put an end to my mission. I have to choose an opportune moment to secretly enter the chamber. When the moment is right, I enter the chamber and quickly press the button to close the door behind me. At first the door jams because there is an emergency mechanism to keep the door from closing. I bypass the safety mechanism using the red button and the door quickly closes and rotates the chamber. Inside the self contained chamber are provisions which have been neatly arranged. These are all the things I need for my mission, including insulin to safeguard me against death from low blood sugar. My only weakness, my Kryptonite against my superpowers is my diabetes. Good nutrition is required to maintain a high level of super human powers. This is another reason for the creation of the DaySpa and the powerful drinks offered by the DaySpa to have these things readily available to me in the case of an emergency.

Rejuvenated now with superhuman powers, I set out on my first crusade. I can see that my adversaries have created a rotunda as an optical illusion to entrap me. There are two aspects to my Self. One aspect always remains in the normal world while the super human side of me can venture into other realms. I am now clued into the illusion that entraps me in the normal world. My first crusade is to free my other Self. My first instinct is to follow through the illusion set up by the adversaries. As I travel down the spiral staircase of the rotunda I find that it leads nowhere it is a closed loop that only gives the illusion of going somewhere. Knowing this truth now I jump over the side rails of the rotunda using my super human flying and jumping abilities arriving at the first level of the rotunda which is under ground. This is where the illusion is being mastermind. I can see my other Self entrapped by the illusion matrix above me. The adversaries are using an invisible force field to contain the imprisoned me.

Seeing the source of their power of dominance I unplug their master power cord that supplies power to their force field. This completely cripples my opposition. At the moment I unplug the power I issue the command “RUN”. My imprisoned Self runs free toward the door closest to where he is at. I want to join him through the door where he exits the illusion but I know the distance I would need to travel to join him places me at greater risk should they manage to reenable power. My safest route is a nearby fire exit. I rush through the fire exit door to find on the other side a series of other doors. I pause for a moment not knowing which door to choose. In this moment of reflective thought I become lucid and a thought comes to my mind, “I have been here before.” In this moment of clarity, a ripple runs through the matrix of illusion. I can see the firedoors in front of me sway as the ripple goes through them confirming the illusion. I have been here before and these doors have all served to entrap me in the past. Instead of choosing one of the doors in front of me, I decide to create a portal using my super human psychic abilities. Meditating I create a stargate that appears in the matrix of illusion in front of me. As the stargate opens on the other side I see a small alien creature. I am drawn to him. He is somehow familiar to me. My heart wants to reunite with him. I cross over and embrace him. In the embrace I somehow know I have reunited with my Self.

The Batman theme in the dream was very strong so I decided to look up Batman on Wikipedia to see if I could glean some insight off the story. Here is what I found.

Batman (originally referred to as the Bat-Man and still referred to at times as the Batman) is a fictional comic book superhero co-created by artist Bob Kane and writer Bill Finger (although only Kane receives official credit) and published by DC Comics. The character first appeared in Detective Comics #27 (May 1939). Batman’s secret identity is Bruce Wayne, a wealthy industrialist, playboy, and philanthropist. Witnessing the murder of his parents as a child leads him to train himself to physical and intellectual perfection and don a bat-themed costume in order to fight crime. Batman operates in the fictional Gotham City, assisted by various supporting characters including his sidekick Robin and his butler Alfred Pennyworth, and fights an assortment of villains influenced by the characters’ roots in film and pulp magazines. Unlike most superheroes, he does not possess any superpowers; he makes use of intellect, detective skills, science and technology, wealth, physical prowess, and intimidation in his war on crime.

In his secret identity, Batman is Bruce Wayne, a billionaire businessman who lives in Gotham City. To the world at large, Bruce Wayne is often seen as an irresponsible, superficial playboy who lives off his family’s personal fortune (amassed when Bruce’s family invested in Gotham real estate before the city was a bustling metropolis) and the profits of Wayne Enterprises, a major private technology firm that he inherits. However, Wayne is also known for his contributions to charity, notably through his Wayne Foundation charity. Bruce creates the playboy public persona to aid in throwing off suspicion of his secret identity, often acting dim-witted and self-absorbed to further the act.

Unlike many superheroes, Batman has no superpowers and instead relies on “his own scientific knowledge, detective skills, and athletic prowess.” Batman is physically at the peak of human ability in dozens of areas, notably martial arts, acrobatics, strength, and escape artistry. Intellectually, he is just as peerless; Batman is one of the world’s greatest scientists, engineers, criminologists, and tacticians, as well as a master of disguise, often gathering information under the identity of Matches Malone. He is regarded as one of the DC Universe’s greatest detectives. Rather than simply outfighting his opponents, Batman often uses cunning and planning to outwit them. In Grant Morrison’s first storyline in JLA, Superman describes Batman as “the most dangerous man on Earth,” able to defeat a team of superpowered aliens all by himself in order to rescue his imprisoned teammates.

Batman faces a variety of foes ranging from common criminals to outlandish supervillains. Many Batman villains mirror aspects of the hero’s character and development, often having tragic origin stories that lead them to a life of crime. Batman’s “most implacable foe” is the Joker, a clown like criminal who as a “personification of the irrational” represents “everything Batman [opposes].” Other recurring antagonists include Catwoman, the Penguin, Two-Face, the Riddler, Scarecrow, Mister Freeze, Poison Ivy, Ra’s Al Ghul, and Bane, among many others.

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 12, 2008

Endangered sea dragon at Ga. aquarium pregnant

Now here is an amazing “lie in wait” coincidence. Just yesterday I posted my dream titled, “Lie in Wait.” In that post my dream touched on predation and camaflauge. I felt the dream was answering a fundamental question I have had for a long time that being, “Are we the dragon’s prey?” and if so, “How does the relationship work?” and finally, “Is the dragon misunderstood?” This is a metaphysical topic I’m looking to explore in my next book on the darkness within humanity. I believe there is a symbiotic relationship between the dark side within the spirit and humanity. The dark side seems to feed off our emotions and specifically fear based emotions as if we secrete some chemical that they are instantly attracted to. In my journey to the dark side, I’ve experienced these creatures call them nature’s dragons who have a leafy and very intricate design to them. In my documentary I mentioned that I found even within the darkness a divine perfection. By looking at the pictures of the Leafy Sea Dragon you will understand the perfection to which I speak of. Though it is a dragon, it is a very beautiful one. I said this specifically with regard to nature’s dragons those I experienced while I walked the dark of night. Since I stumbled across the pictures of the Leafy Sea Dragon in my research, I knew I had hit the nail on the head. My research as usual had played into the dreams hidden answer perfectly. You could say it did so with divine precision. I wasn’t ready to discuss this yet so i made no mention of it in yesterday’s post other than to include the picture of the Leafy Sea Dragon. Which was my queue to myself for later referrence. My theories will be expounded on in my next book. I’m begining to believe this will be the topic of my Ph.D dissertation.

So today one day later (lie in wait) I sat at my computer to work on my book and came across an Associated Press article specifically on the Weedy Sea Dragon a very close relative of the Leafy Sea Dragon. Now what makes this a coincidence? Yesterday I read on Wikipedia that the Leafy Sea Dragon is endangered and all attempts to breed them in captivity have failed. According to Wikipeida, “To date, no successful, closed cycle, captive-breeding program has occurred (ie getting a generation of captive-raised sea dragons to breed).” That is up until today lay in wait the captive and very pregnant Sea Dragon. Yes the little Mrs Sea Dragon did lay her eggs and now Mr. Sea Dragon lay in wait. The good thing is that much like me…he will only have to wait 24 to 48 hrs before they hatch. Is that a miracle or what? Oh my God I am so ticlked. It is an event that has never happened before. This synchronicity proves to me that I am on the right track. Here now is the AP article. Aren’t these creatures beautiful?

A weedy sea dragon at the Georgia Aquarium has something to celebrate this Father’s Day. One of the rare creatures is pregnant for only the third time ever at a U.S. aquarium, aquarium officials said. But don’t look for the expectant mom — dads carry the eggs in this family.

The aquarium’s sea dragon has about 70 fertilized eggs — which look like small red grapes — attached to his tail. He is expected to give birth in early to mid-July, said Kerry Gladish, a biologist at the aquarium.

Sea dragons, sea horses and pipe fish are the only species where the male carries the eggs, Gladish said. Sea dragon pregnancies are rare because researchers don’t know what gets them in the mood to mate.

“We know there’s something biologically or environmentally that triggers them to want to reproduce, but in the aquarium world, we’re not sure what that is,” Gladish said.

The aquarium recently changed the lighting and thinned out the plants in the sea dragons’ tank to give them room to court each other.

The aquarium has seven of the 18-inch sea dragons, which resemble Dr. Seuss characters with long aardvark-like snouts, colorful sea horse bodies and multiple paddle-like fins.

During mating, the female lays dozens of eggs and then transfers them to the male’s tail.

In the wild, the survival rate for sea dragon babies is low, but in captivity it’s about 60 percent, Gladish said. The fish is on the International Union for Conservation of Nature’s list of threatened species, mostly because of pollution and population growth in its native Australia.

Only about 50 aquariums worldwide have sea dragons.

A male weedy sea dragon carries eggs on his tail at the Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta, Thursday, June 11, 2008. For only the third time ever in a U.S. aquarium, one of the endangered creatures is pregnant. (AP Photo/John Bazemore)

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May 28, 2008

The Griffin's Magic Mirror

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

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

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

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

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

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

May 6, 2008

Idealism: I Think therefore I Am

Last night I had a dream where I am visiting my nephew who is a student in college. He has most of his days free able to enjoy the campus. He shows me around campus. The campus is on the edge of the sea. The water is tropical, shallow and crystal clear such that I can clearly see the sand at my feet. There are many boulders and rock formations in the shallow sea that protrude above the surface of the water.

We are standing in the shallow waters where we have a clear line of sight down a water way that leads to where I come from; my point of origin 3000 miles away. I know this to be the path I need to take in order to return home. As I stand there with him, we marvel at the majestic beauty that is this place.  As I am standing there I realize I am standing atop of an old ruin. I am standing on a pillar; the leg of a man; a stone statue that once stood here.  All that remains is the stone from his ankle down to his shoe of both his right and left leg which now form two pillars. I stand upon the stone that is his left leg to admire his shoes. In looking closely at his shoes I notice he wore tennis shoes.

In a moment of clarity, I become lucid. I suddenly know where I stand. With a new awareness, I realize they had idealized his tennis shoes.  Looking out upon the horizon, I realize the magnitude of where I stand.

As I stand upon the pillar of his left leg, the ruin around me now begins to rematerialize as it once was before the day of its destruction. From the sea arose an arch to my right that is covered in seaweed. I know that by standing on the ruin of his leg I bring the life force back to this man because these were my tennis shoes. Now awestruck with this revelation, I know I must return home with the news. In the strait, a staircase appears. I run up the stairs to the top but when I reach the top there is no place else to go. I turn back, knowing I will have to return home the hard way and travel through the campus to the other side. Running back toward the campus of the university, I arrive at a wooden gate that is secured with a pad lock. The moment I stand in front of the gate the pad lock releases and the gate swings open.

I pass though the gate and enter the campus courtyard. Standing in the center of the courtyard I look back and see a demon standing on the inside of the now open gate. This demon had allowed me in. The demon then run toward me. My initial reaction is to flee but a part of me knows I must confront this demon head on once and for all. I circle the courtyard and turn myself around to take up my stand. Like a bull in a ring, I lower my eyebrows in a determined frown. I charge the demon head on. Surprised by my action the demon turns to retreat to a corner.    Head to head I corner him and open my eyes to awake from the dream.

At the foot of my bed was standing a sea faring man who wore a sailor’s hat. In his left hand he held a shoe; heel facing me. He was shaking like a wet dog. He was offering me the shoe as he repeatedly ran his index finger along the ankle of the shoe.

I immediately grabbed my voice recorder to record the details of the dream. I knew the dream had great importance to me. When I got to the part about the tennis shoes I became stuck unable to place a word to the feeling I had felt surrounding the shoes. As if to help me, the sailor placed the words so clearly in my mind. They came like a refreshing sea breeze that I could literally feel. “They idealized his shoes.”

I thought that’s an odd way to describe it. It wouldn’t have been my choice of words but I knew those words were true to the dream. He then held out the shoe. I reached over to receive the shoe and held it in my hand. Sitting in my bed, my alarm clock sounded as the sailor disappeared leaving behind the etheric blue shoe in my hand. I reached over to snooze the alarm. I put the shoe under my covers and laid there in amazement.

On the way to work someone traveling on the Metro with a suitcase bumped my ankle removing my shoe. I stopped to fix my shoe thinking, “that’s a strange coincidence.” At work I searched Wikipedia for a suitable image to convey the imagery of the dream. The water way reminded me of the Straits of Gibraltar. I knew nothing of Gibraltar other than the fact that there was a water way so I looked it up. This led me to the Rock of Gibralter. Come to find out the Rock of Gibraltar is also known as the Pillars of Hercules. I was beside myself. Here this dream turned out to be a continuation of yesterdays dream. .

I knew there was definitely something very profound here. The synchronicity gave me the assurance that what I experienced is in fact real. I then decided to look up the meaning of idealize which was an oddly placed word conveyed by the dream. I felt it had some significance that I need to investigate. As I followed this clue, I was lead to the term idealism. I was surprised to find the word has a lot to do with metaphysics and God.

Idealism is the doctrine that ideas, or thought, make up either the whole or an indispensable aspect of any full reality, so that a world of material objects containing no thought either could not exist as it is experienced, or would not be fully “real.” Idealism is often contrasted with materialism, both belonging to the class of monist as opposed to dualist or pluralist ontologies.

In Eastern thought, as reflected in Hindu idealism, the concept of idealism takes on the meaning of higher consciousness, essentially the living consciousness of an all-pervading God, as the basis of all phenomena. A type of Asian idealism is Buddhist idealism.

Plato
Main article: Platonic idealism
In common discussion, Plato is often referred to as an “idealist”, because of his doctrine of the “Forms,” which are certainly “ideals,” in a broad sense. But Plato doesn’t describe the Forms as being in any mind. Instead, he regularly describes them as having their own, independent existence.[1] So it seems clear that Plato is not, at any rate, a “subjective” idealist, like Berkeley.

Plato’s Allegory of the Cave is sometimes interpreted as drawing attention to the problem of knowing “external objects”–the problem that concerned Descartes, Locke, Berkeley, and other modern philosophers. But the Forms that the Cave-dwellers are ignorant of aren’t “external” to them in the way that material objects are for these modern thinkers. The Forms are the true realities, but they aren’t spatially outside us, as material objects are. So the issue that Plato’s allegory addresses–which is, roughly, how can we know what is truly real (and truly good)?–is quite different from the modern issue of our knowledge of the “external world.”

However, even if Plato doesn’t share the specific concerns of modern philosophy, and of George Berkeley, in particular, Plato could still be a non-subjective idealist. He could believe that matter has no independent existence, or that full “reality” (as distinct from mere existence) is achieved only through thought. Bernard Williams and Myles Burnyeat have maintained that Greek philosophers never conceived of idealism as an option, because they lacked Descartes’s conception of an independently existing mind.[2] But Williams and Burnyeat didn’t consider the possibility that Plato could have held an idealism like Kant’s, which argues from the nature of knowledge to the nature of the objects of knowledge, or like Hegel’s, which denies that matter is fully “real”–without (in either case) reducing material objects to ideas in a mind or minds. Moreover, Plato’s theory of the separation of soul and body could be seen as an earlier, rougher form of Cartesian dualism.

The German Neo-Kantian scholar, Paul Natorp, argued in his Plato’s Theory of Ideas. An Introduction to Idealism (first published in 1903)[3] that Plato was a non-subjective, “transcendental” idealist, somewhat like Kant, and Natorp’s thesis has received support from some recent scholars.[4]

Descartes
Writing about Descartes, Schopenhauer claimed, “… he was the first to bring to our consciousness the problem whereon all philosophy has since mainly turned, namely that of the ideal and the real. This is the question concerning what in our knowledge is objective and what subjective, and hence what eventually is to be ascribed by us to things different from us and what is to be attributed to ourselves.” (Parerga and Paralipomena, Vol. I, “Sketch of a History of the Doctrine of the Ideal and the Real”) According to Descartes, we really know only what is in our own consciousnesses. We are immediately and directly aware of only our own states of mind. The whole external world is merely an idea or picture in our minds. Therefore, it is possible to doubt the reality of the external world as consisting of real objects. “I think, therefore I am” is the only assertion that can’t be doubted. This is because self-consciousness and thinking are the only things that are unconditionally experienced for certain as being real. In this way, Descartes posed the issue of epistemological idealism, which is awareness of the difference between the world as an ideational mental picture and the world as a system of external objects.

Does this mean I’m Hercules…or possibly a divine hero? I think…therefore I Am. In keeping humble, I interpret it as my potential is herculean and if I exercize it, I can be a hero in my own right. There is something so compelling in all this that makes me feel I’m onto something. I get the feeling that if I stay on course I will do or discover something in the course of my life that can have the potential to change human history.