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Mystery Sock

So tonight the night following the Not My Shoes dream, i had a date which I don’t often have or at least not often enough in my opinion.  Anytime shoes appear in my dreams I equate them to the Soul since the souls are in your shoes and in this dream the soul or shoe was missing it’s mate.  So I thought it had to do with my desire to find a soul mate and my lack of success in the matter.  I’m pretty much at the point of giving up on a soul mate given the direction my life is headed in from this point forward.  And it seems that all the available shoes or soulmates are not of my liking.  So after the guy who is someone I’ve been on a date with before long time ago and who reminded me a lot of my ex Joe was leaving I found beside my desk on the cedar chest a sock the size appropriate to a baby.  It was just one sock.  I asked the guy if it was his sock to which he said it wasn’t.  I had been all over the room today cleaning and at no time did I see this sock.  It just strikes me as eerily coincidental that I would be abandoning my pursuit of a soulmate in favor of a baby’s sock. Just like in the dream the shoes I liked only had one shoe without a pair.  The sock also has no partner.  I’ve been scanning pictures and I had a framed picture of me when I was in elementary school.  I think the sock would have fit me and I found it right beside the picture.  So many coincidences.

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The Sacred Heart

Paramahansa YoganandaLast 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.

 

Christ Sacred Heart
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.’

 

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The Jesus Man: A Gateway For Immigrants

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

That is absolutely powerful.  WOW!!

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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Lemur's Pet Shop

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

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

  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Endangered sea dragon at Ga. aquarium pregnant

Leafy Sea Dregon

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.

Male with Eggs

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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Eye on the Ground

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

—Chief of State Leia Organa Solo

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

Notable messages in the Sermon on the Plain include:

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

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Giv Dar; Shahnameh

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Having done my research I found:

 

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

 

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

 

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

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House Fires

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE

PEOPLE IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK.

NOT ONLY COULD IT SAVE SOMEONE’S HOUSE

BUT IT COULD SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE.

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

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Confronted by the Achilles’ heel to see with the Eyes of God

Achilles' HeelLast night’s dreams came with a sense of profound importance.  Twice I awoke abruptly to see the presence of spirit energy before my eyes.  The first dream was somewhat of a false awakening except I was not in the process of awakening but instead I was in the process of being put to sleep. 

I normally keep my wallet on the nightstand beside my bed.  In the dream I notice someone casually walking through my house. He did not look suspicious but I somehow knew I could not trust him.  He seemed to have come looking for something specific.  He passed by my wallet and I knew he had found what he had come for.  I immediately got up in the dream.  My wallet was still on the nightstand but I knew it was not my wallet he was after it was my identity.  I called to my attendant to intercede and block him from leaving the house.  The man was rushing down the stairs but at the bottom of the stairs was standing my attendant.  I went for it and jump propelling my heels forward in the air down the stairs as I back kick him with my heel giving him a great blow to the forehead. 

The impact woke me up.  I awoke to find his head wrapped in my arms in a neck lock as I stuggled to drag him into my world to hold him accountable.  I could litterally feel the touch of his body against mine.  I opened my eyes and saw the man now knocked unconscious struggling to get up off the floor.  His image appeared floating above me as he lain sideways with his legs drawn to one side.  He looked at me as if to say, “Why did you attack me?”  I immediately sat up in bed and pointed at him and telepathically told him, “You are the one who stole my identity.”  He looked at me shocked and in total disbelief.  Angered, I got up out of bed and walked down the hallway and sat on the commode for a few minutes while I attempted to calm down.  I then returned to bed and recorded the details of what had just happened in my voice recorder. 

I meditated until I started to drift off again.  I immediately returned to the scene of the crime.  I became aware that in having had my identity stolen, I had in essence lost my ability to see.  Knowing this and knowing I was lucid now in this visioning state, I envisioned through my third eye having now recovered my eyes.  I now held my right eye in my right hand and my left in my left.  I gently raised them up and placed them back into the sockets of my eyes.  I opened my eyes (in the vision) and I immediately saw a radiant orange gladiator of a gentleman rush over to help supervise the operation.  He was of the faerie realm.  He looked at me and confirmed that I had placed them properly in my head. 

I then heard a voice say, “Now he sees with the Eyes of God.”  Amazed that now I could see collectively with my three eyes, I remained there intent on seeing the many colors of the rainbow.  I watched as the beautiful colors swirled with pulsating light all around me.  I wondered if my physical vision had changed any so I opened my physical eyes and saw the image of the radiant orange gladiator floating in my room watching over me.  I noticed how the eyes of the gladiator were blue.  He then gently closed his eyes and fell asleep before me.  I too then closed my eyes and fell into a dream.

In the dream, I am visiting my ex Michael who now lives in California.  He has invited me and my sister to stay at his place.  As I walk into his apartment, I notice the same as being very small.  It is a tiny one bedroom apartment.  This is way too small to accommodate any number of guests but is perfectly suited for him alone.  He has wonderful friendly neighbors and all the accommodations anyone could possibly ask for.  They have community activities.  One of those to which he takes my sister and I, is that of candle making.  I want to have some time alone with Michael.  So I close the door and we begin to talk.  I am reminiscent of the times we spent together accompanying each other through life.  I miss that time.  I would like to have that again but I know that this situation is the best possible situation for Michael at this point in time.  I know that he needs to be encouraged to remain where he is at.  I can be happy that we had time to build together many candles that tower several feet high.    

In the morning when I was going over my voice recordings from the night, it struck me as being curious that I struck the man with my heel.  The word Achilles heel came to mind.  I tried to think back to the story of Achilles but my mind confused it with the story of Oedipus and all I could remember was that he unknowingly marries his mother and has children by her.  Somehow I knew there had to be more to the story. 

When I got to work I looked up the story of Achilles. 

An Achilles’ heel is a fatal weakness in spite of overall strength, actually or potentially leading to downfall. While the mythological origin refers to a physical vulnerability, metaphorical references to other attributes or qualities that can lead to their downfall are common.  According to a myth arising later, his mother, Thetis, had dipped the infant Achilles in the river Styx, holding onto him by his heel, and he became invulnerable where the waters touched him — that is, everywhere but the areas covered by her thumb and forefinger — implying that only a heel wound could have been his downfall.  

I immediately knew what the dream was referring to without question.  Those fatal choices of that past if repeated would be my undoing.  There is a Divine Intelligence that is speaking to me with wisdom beyond the physical.  So my question now was, was my initial confusion between the Oedipus and Achilles stories intentional?  I then went to look up the Oedipus story.

OedipusOedipus was the son of Laius and Jocasta and became king of Thebes after killing his father, solving the riddle of the Sphinx and unknowingly marrying and having children by his mother.

 Laius hears a prophecy that his son will kill him. Fearing the prophecy, Laius pierces Oedipus’ feet and leaves him out to die, but a herdsman finds him and takes him away from Thebes. Oedipus, not knowing he was adopted, leaves home in fear of the same prophecy that he would kill his father and marry his mother. Laius, meanwhile, ventures out to find a solution to the Sphinx’s riddle.  As prophesied, Oedipus crossed paths with Laius and this leads to a fight where Oedipus slays Laius. Oedipus then defeats the Sphinx by solving a mysterious riddle to become king. He marries the widow queen Jocasta not knowing she is his mother. A plague falls on the people of Thebes. Upon discovery of the truth, Oedipus blinds himself and Jocasta hangs herself. After Oedipus is no longer king, Oedipus’ sons kill each other.

Wow…apparently it was intentional.  How similar to my dream, where I too am blind.  In solving the mystery of the Sphinx I regained my sight.  We possibly have a continuation of the story here.  Maybe these mythical stories are told for a reason.  My subconscious mind seems to know them better than I do.  You’d have to be blind in both eyes not to be able to see the synchronous threads here.  

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A Pebble in My Pocket

RunesIn this dream my friends and I are each playing a board game.  We each have a board and some playing pieces.  There are 6 players including me.  I’m the only one sitting off to the side all alone.  I’m thinking it is time for me to move over and join the group.  An Indian comes around and places a rune in a empty jar beside me.  They are speaking in the 3rd person about what is going to happen to this rune and the fortune it will bring.  They say that the guy will take this jar home which he does and before he knows it people will be putting money into the jar.  Somehow I know they are referring to me.  I am the person spoken of in the 3rd person.  I somehow understand that this dream refers to my request to change careers.  Later after we have played several board games I look over at the jar and just as had been predicted the jar is now full of quarters.