Stargate – Page 3 – Ruben Bailey

August 22, 2008

A Game of Hide and Seek

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

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

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

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

August 18, 2008

To Know the Stars at Night

Last night I had a dream where I am an heiress to an incredible fortune that came to me by way of a divorce. I am living in Hawaii. Everything is so beautiful here. At one point I look up at the sky and see very large fish swimming among the clouds looking at me, observing me. I ask myself how this is possible. I am told that both the water and the sky are so clear that they reflect each other perfectly. The fish I see swimming in the sky are those that are in the sea and are simply reflected in the sky. It is like a mirror unto itself. This land is a paradise. You can be at sea level while at the same time, be among the tops of the highest snow caped mountains. Most here are wealthy enough to afford to have their own small private planes. It is the easiest way to move about from island to island. Even though this land has everything I could ever want for and my fortune allows me to access to just about anything, I still want only one thing in life; to know the stars at night.

August 8, 2008

The Cicada of Truth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

August 4, 2008

The Sacred Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2. I will give peace in their families.

3. I will console them in all their troubles.

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

5. I will abundantly bless all their undertakings.

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

7. Tepid souls shall become fervent.

8. Fervent souls shall rise speedily to great perfection.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

July 31, 2008

The Assembly of Vestibules

Last night I had a dream where I am attending an assembly of some of the most secret societies in the universe much like the Masons. These people are highly ascended beings they are the gatekeepers. To be allowed in here is one of the highest honors that can be accorded to you. Everything and everyone here is cloaked in mystery. This is my first time in attendance at this gathering of people. I arrive at the assembly having ridden my motorcycle. It is a cheaply made mode of transportation more like a scooter than a motorcycle. It has mechanical difficulties. The engine of my scooter is idling too high. I am simply grateful that it has gotten me this far. I am somewhat worried whether it will be sufficiently reliable to get me back home but for now I focus on the task for which I am here.

I am given keys to my room where I will be staying while I am in attendance at the Assembly of Vestibules. I quickly drop off my things and go looking for my friends. I am particularly interested in finding my friend David.

I encounter many others with whom I stop to have brief conversations. I can feel everyone’s excitement and joy. In the intense feelings, I misplace my keys. Others have also misplaced their keys. Which keys belong to whom? There are three sets of misplaced keys. One with a short key ring and two others have long chains. One of the chains is gold and the other key has a shorter silver chain. Looking at the gold chain I determine that is not mine. I believe mine to be the one with the short key ring that does not have a chain.

The assembly is gathered in a foreign country within a city that boarders Turkey in the north. Many here are planning day trips into Turkey to see the great city of Istanbul. They tell me the assembly is only 30 minutes from the Turkish boarder.

I can’t find my friend David. I’m trying to find a group of people with whom I can connect and hang out with. Everyone is friendly and loving, guys with guys and girls with girls. Everyone is happy and friendly. I am thinking I don’t have any close friends to be with.

I go back to check on my motorcycle. The throttle has a yellow gasket with which to adjust the intake. It has been set too high. If I temper it back however the cycle dies. It is set this way for safety reasons. I must keep it set high for the trip back home.

The first thing that stuck out for me on this dream was the name for the assembly of people. As I sat here listening to my dictation trying to pull back information from my subconscious to fill in the gaps I knew I knew more about this society of people than was apparent on my dictation. They had a name I just could not grab at it. It was elluding me. Then it hit me, “Vestibules.” What an odd name. I jotted the name down figuring I would look into its meaning later. Toward the end of the dictation I heard myself make reference to Istanbul. They rhyme so I knew they belonged together.

Looking through the references I couldn’t help but notice the synchronicities such as Istanbul’s golden gate bridge and my reference to the gatekeepers. More interestingly is the meaning of the word vestibule. Aside from the fact that both words rhyme the meaning of the word vestibule is an opening to a canal. Does Istanbul not sit upon an opening to a canal? Other references for vestibules include the vulval vestibule an obvious symbol for the giver of life and the vestibule of the ear which is part of the labyrinth which in turn is a spiritual reference. It’s pretty amazing how these things play together.

July 17, 2008

Teleportation …. A Night To Remember

Last night I had an incredible experience. I know I always say that but this one was truly incredible and never experienced before. As I lay in bed mediating I fell into a very deep trance from which I could not get out. I wasn’t afraid. I just assumed my body was tired and needed the extra time to revitalize and reconnect to spirit so I immersed myself in the experience. As I lay there just barely conscious of my surroundings, I suddenly felt an incredible rush of energy that lifted my body up from my chest with tremendous force and great speed. My head and arms were drawn back by the forward motion.

Still unable to come to and unable to see, I wondered if the entities who bless my night were taking advantage of me in my present state to probe me. I could swear my physical body was literally floating above my bed suspended in mid-air because I could distinctly feel the change in body posture yet my body was not responsive. My body was asleep yet my consciousness was fully awake and very much attached to my body. I was having an out of body experience where I was literally dragging my physical body behind me. In the distance I could clearly hear my roommate. I was sure he would be coming into my room at any moment and would see me hanging there suspended in mid-air like Linda Blair. I hung there in space with my arms dangling and my head drawn back for about 15 minutes. My roommate never came into the room. I felt another force of energy move my body forwared yet again to an even higher level at tremendous speed. I then began hearing other voices which I could not understand. In truth, I felt I knew the language but the words were somehow not registering. I felt my memories were being intentionally blocked and erased the moment I heard them.

After a few minutes, my body returned to my bed as quickly as it was taken up. Upon impact I immediately opened my eyes. I remained calm. In front of me above my navel was suspended a mechanical ethereal arm; a dimensional portal of sorts that had been used to probe and observe me. The opening was a vibratory luminescent green rectangular connected to a green wormhole which extending into space. Within the green rectangle was a golden pyramid. I could see into the other dimension through the opening. Within the pyramid was contained a cosmos of information; all sorts of information and knowledge was contained therein. Through the pyramid I could see everything at once simultaneously, so profound was the experience that I can’t not even begin to describe it, yet not in a spiritual sense it was profound in the shere exchange of information. The probe swivelled around a bit and finally came to rest on my bed on my right side. It’s substance slowly dissipated leaving behind a collage of luminescent gossamer strands. I rolled over on my side and hugged the stands drawing them and my covers toward me. I then fell asleep.

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 25, 2008

Mary Poppins: A First Amoung Equals

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 23, 2008

The Dragon's Pad

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

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

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

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