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Friday's Hope

PlanetsLast night, I set my alarm half an hour earlier to allow myself a little more time in the morning to mediate before getting out of bed.  During the night I had a dream where I was actively within my addictions.  I want to act out before my partner comes home with the dry cleaning. As I stand in the kitchen contemplating how I might accomplish this and get away with it, I see his car pull up in front of the house.  Not having enough time to follow through with it, I set my intentions aside.  He is arriving with a man who is going to do our taxes.  They walk up the front steps and ring the doorbell. I open the door and welcome them into the house.  They walk over and sit at my dining room table.  I ask them if they would like some eggs for breakfast to which the tax man asks, “How many ways can you serve up eggs?”  I’m insulted because he knows what my earlier thoughts were.  I want to run, because there is nothing worse than being called to the carpet.  As I turn to walk away, I see other men in black, tax collectors, arriving at the house.  There is nowhere for me to run.  I have no other means of escaping than to fly away and end the dream.  My consciousness begins rise.  The tax collectors rush in and begin grabbing at my feet to pull me back to hold me accountable.  I reach down and try to break myself loose but now they have both my feet and arms. 

 

I slowly begin to awaken still struggling to free myself.  As I open my eyes I could see the two men now on all 4’s on my bed pulling at both my arms.  They were literally pulling on me.  I could still feel and see them in this wakeful state.

 

Now awake, I no longer felt threatened.  I clearly examined the two men before me.  One of the two men had a gold coin resting on his upper lip.  As I began to relax, I acknowledged them and they released their grip on my arms.  They began to float away headed toward my headboard.  I followed the man with the gold coin and as his face floated by me, I quickly reached up to grab at the coin.  I over shot my reach and instead my fist bumped his nose.  He and the coin changed trajectory and disappeared. My alarm clock sounded.  How coincidental was that, I thought to myself? 

 

I turned off my alarm and began my meditation remaining wakeful and aware.  I immediately reentered the dream where now I find myself aboard an aircraft.  I get up out of my seat and walk over to look out the many windows.  I can clearly see several planets below.  They are so beautiful.  I start screaming and shaking people’s seats saying, “Look, Look, Look there are planets outside.”   I am in total amazement that I am experiencing this space voyage fully awake.  I can’t stop looking out the window and admiring the incredible beauty that is these planets.

 

The aircraft begins its decent into the atmosphere of one of the planets.  I am speechless, breathless and in total awe.  The craft finally lands on the surface of the planet and the inhabitants on board the aircraft begin to disembark.  I’m afraid that if I disembark I will not be allowed to return to my earthly reality.  Knowing this is what I’ve always dreamed of experiencing; interstellar travel, I disembark.  The feeling as I walked off the craft was so incredible.  It felt as if I had actually crossed over completely into another dimension.  I was no longer simply peering into this other dimension from within my meditation; I was now fully part of it.  The people were slightly different than humans but in every sense very much human.  I remember saying to myself, “They are just like me.”  There were so many people going about their business.  I then walked down a residential street where I came across two children playing.  I observed them briefly and continued walking.  I then turned around to take another look at them from afar.  Something was not right with this picture.  I stood there at a distance trying to figure out the anomaly.  It then hit me.  The houses were new but abandoned and the children playing were on a continuous loop.  I was alone.  Saddened, I retreated into myself.  My dream body then became an orb of light.  As my consciousness started to drift away, I saw another young girl sitting on the sidewalk playing jacks.  She looked at me and said, “Please, don’t go back to your isolation.”  The little girl knew me. 

 

JacksNext to her appeared a penny on the ground.  I reached for the penny.  I picked it up and looked at it.   It was a penny from their world.  I wanted to give the little girl a penny from my world but I did not have one with me.  I then turned to look at her again and noticed there were now many pennies, gold coins of all kinds lying on the ground.  I picked up several of them to examine them.  They were very shiny and beautiful.  I knew I was in a world where poverty was non-existent.  I was filled with a renewed sense of hope. 

 

Wanting to know more about this world, I looked around to see if I could see a street sign that could clue me into where I was.  There was one street sign with the number 12 on it.  At the bottom it read, “Friday”.  The sign also had Arabic writing on it.  I am worried that I might be somewhere in the Middle East but in this desert there is water; waters flowing with life.  The little girl then reached out her hand and I reached back to accept hers.  I then slowly opened my eyes to end my meditation.  In front of me was a woman whose hand I held.  She was completely illuminated with vibrant pale blue and gold colors.  She was Hope.  I held her hand not wanting the experience to end. 

 

Amazing!  God is simply amazing.  There would truly be peace in the world if people pursued knowing their true self through prayer, meditation and dreams.  The combination has the potential to crack open and awaken the hardest of souls. 

 

As is customary for me to do, I looked up the word Friday in Webster’s dictionary.  To my surprise:

 

Friday

The sixth day of the week.

prehistoric translation of Latin dies Veneris Venus’ day

before 12th century

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Christened by Sir Elton John

Sir Elton JohnAs I lay in bed meditating, I began to drift off as a dream began while I was still semi- conscious. 

 

I am in a church.  All the ornate walls are made of a natural wood.  They are about ready to deliver the Eucharist.  As I look around the room, I notice I am the only one standing in the congregation other than a clergy member who is assisting the priest.  I cannot see the priest because of a blinding white light that is coming from the pulpit.  In an unusual move the clergy member walks off to my left presumable to retrieve Eucharist for the priest to deliver.  He walks over to a sliding closet door imbedded in the wall of the church.  He slides the door with ease to the left   As if the church were on casters; the entire outer walls of the church begin to shift with the moving door.  The sound of the great massive walls sliding across the floor wakes me up from my semi-conscious state.  As if to remind me where I am in the dream, I hear my consciousness say to me, “He is about ready to deliver the Eucharist.”  Attentive now, I see him reach for a robe that is hanging in the closet.  It is the robe worn by Christ at the last supper which has remained hidden within the walls of the church.  The light is now ever more blinding such that I can barely see anyone through the light.  I then feel the robe being placed over my head and upon my body.  I am in beside myself. 

 

I slowly opened my eyes.  Standing upon my bed was a translucent tall statuesque woman.  She wore a rather large pair of glasses which reminded me of Elton John.  She held an open hymnal in one hand.  Her face was completely illuminated as if an orchestra light was reflecting off the pages of the hymnal.  We acknowledged each other telepathically.

 

Relates to: Knights

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Alien Nation

Alien NationIn last night’s dream, my mother was pregnant.  At the time of labor I see her assisting the baby through the birth canal.  In the end, the baby comes out unborn in a bubble along with the placenta.  I tell my mother that the birth sack must be broken to allow the child life.  I’m asking those around to please call a doctor so that we can be told what to do. The doctor then confirms that the sack must be broken.  I quickly break open the sack.  Within the sack is only the head and neck (a very long one) of the infant child.  It is an alien child.  Not knowing what aliens look like when they are born I decide to pat it a couple times on the back of the neck to encourage it to move.  It does not move nor does it open its eyes.  I am fearing it might be dead.  I want it to live.  I want the curiosity of alien child. A part of me wants to know if this is a real child.  “Is this a real child?”  I run my fingers along the back of its head and down its neck.  I feel.  I can feel the sensation of its leather like skin against mine.  This triggers my awakening.  I slowly gain consciousness with the child gaining consciousness along with me. 

 

In awe…I laid there in my bed trying not to loose this state of consciousness.  I want to know what happens to the child.  I began meditating.  I then saw upon a black canvas, blue maroon light.  It was a scene from a city at night.  I could see people and cars running in chaos.  The sky was falling.  Large pieces of debris were coming down upon the people. Large birds as big as a house were flying around.  I then saw a white disc run across the night sky.  The vision ended there. 

 

When I got to work the word that stuck in my mind was alienation.  I looked up the exact definition of the work in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary.

 

Main Entry:

alien·ation

1 : a withdrawing or separation of a person or a person’s affections from an object or position of former attachment : estrangement <alienation…from the values of one’s society and family — S. L. Halleck> 2 : a conveyance of property to another

 

I then went to Wikipedia and looked up Alien Nation.  I was not too surprised to find a movie by that name for which I followed the link.  What did surprise me was the promotional poster for the movie.  It looked exactly like my vision.  Needless to say, I went online to my blockbuster account to order the movie.  I had never heard of this movie before today but I assume there is something here for me to discover.  Another piece of a very large puzzle. 

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The Drone of the Black Panther

Black BantherI had a dark dream where I see my grandmother who is seated in a chair.  This is the spirit of her physical body.  It is the non physical essence of the shell of the woman I once called Abuelita.  My grandmother’s spirit the one I loved is not present here but her shell remains trapped in this bardo world aging indefinitely.  I can see the soft hairs on her skin and the many green age spots on her arms.  This body is motionless and speechless.   Her image triggers all my childhood memories of her.  I remember her fondly.  I then see my father coming down the street.  He is much taller than I remember him.  He stumbles and falls and pees his pants.  I am angered by him.  I can’t leave the memories of my family in this bardo world.  I feel compelled to help them; to bring them back with me.  I try to get my father to stand and walk on his own but he simply cannot.  I want to slap him, but I hold back my anger which is rising within me as I tighten my body in frustration.  My heart doesn’t allow me to leave either one here.  My alcoholic father has always been a burden in my life.  Why must I carry his weight?  In order to bring my grandmother with me, I must also help my father.  I turn to him again.  With my anger rising I can see his face getting uglier and uglier.  My anger seems to garner him the strength to stand.  With an insipid look he now stands ready to come at me with all his remaining strength.  Using his entire body he lunges forward and falls on me. 

 

In that moment I woke up.  Dreams like these don’t come without visitors.  Angry now, I looked around my bedroom to find those responsible for the dream.  Along side my bed were standing 5 large framed beings.  They were each about 7 feet tall with wide shoulders.  They were not human in form.  I locked onto each of them with my eyes to let them know I was well aware of their presence.  I didn’t know what their intentions were but I didn’t feel they were well intended.  I knew they were using my grandmother and my father to hold me emotionally hostage.  I got up out of bed and boldly walked right through them.  I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to gather my thoughts.  As I sat there a black panther walked in with the insidiousness of a snake. I got up, flushed and walked right past it on my way back to the bedroom. 

 

I laid back in bed and closed my eyes.  I began hearing a rhythmic repetitive and almost hypnotic sound, “du-dil-il-ling.”  I then had a vision where I could see a construction site that had wooden elevators that were lifted with hand pulleys.  I could see the people who operated the pulleys carrying people and supplies to the upper levels of the construction site.  They were like worker bees hypnotically following the drone.  

 

Historically, black panthers in the American Southeast feature prominently in Choctaw folklore where, along with the owl, they are often thought to symbolize Death.

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Triceratops; Flight of the Condor: Part II

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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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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Chivalry's Great Helms

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Chivalry[1] is a term related to the medieval institution of knighthood. It is usually associated with ideals of knightly virtues, honor and courtly love. The word is derived from the French word chevalier, indicating one who rides a horse (Fr. cheval). Today, the terms chivalry and chivalrous are used to describe courteous behavior.

What’s so amazing to me is that as I began researching this dream/vision I was amazed at how my research into Chivalry Hats echo not only the dream but things in my personal life.  The synchronicity and interplay between the dream, my vision, the research and personal events in my life was remarkable.  

Chivalry, a word uncommon in my vocabulary led me to Knighthood which led me to Knightly Virtues of:

Then to Courtly Love (one can substitute man or God in place of lady): 

  • Attraction to the lady, usually via eyes/glance
  • Worship of the lady from afar
  • Declaration of passionate devotion
  • Virtuous rejection by the lady
  • Worship of the lady from afar
  • Declaration of passionate devotion
  • Virtuous rejection by the lady
  • Renewed wooing with oaths of virtue and eternal fealty
  • Moans of approaching death from unsatisfied desire (and other physical manifestations of lovesickness)
  • Heroic deeds of valor which win the lady’s heart
  • Consummation of the secret love
  • Endless adventures and subterfuges avoiding detection

Then to Honor and Status (echoed in the dream) and finally to the armor and the Great Helms (hats) they wore echoed by the vision.  It all comes together with divine precision. 

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The Little Buddha's Thimble

Little Buddha

These were incredible dreams as usual.  I was having a dream where I am in a movie theatre.  As I’m waiting for the movie to begin I notice it is awfully dark.  It then occurs to me to stick my hands in front of my face to see if I can see them.  I immediately become lucid.  I then notice that the further from me that I place my hands my hands seem to disappear with distance.  Wanting to disappear myself into the unknown matrix before me I decide to move forward into the disappearing unknown.  I then have a false awakening yet I remain within the theatre.  I can’t seem to move.  I’m stuck as if I am being held down by some invisible force.  I relax and mediate knowing I’ve been able to trigger an out of body experience before under these circumstances.  I manage to move forward just a few inches.  I then realize if I can’t move forward let me grab on to whatever is in front of me and pull back into my reality.  I then leap forward grabbing whatever I can and immediately pull back. 

 

I immediately awoke from the dream.  Held tightly in my arms was the spirit of a man.  He looked at me in shock and said to me, “…but you died?” “I am not dead,” I said.  I allowed him to look around at my world for a few moments then I gently guided him back into the dimension from where he came. 

 

I then meditated and gently returned to the wakeful dream.  I then heard him telling others about his vision of me and how I had died and had now come back as a ghost.  As he is saying this to the others I appear in their world.  I am now apparently a ghost within their world.  They showed me how I had died.  I had been pushed out of a moving vehicle.  My body went rolling down a mountainous ravine.  I relived the painful event as they recounted the story and when my spirit left my body I awoke in another dimension.  It was a beautiful and peaceful experience even though the death was very tragic and very painful.  I somehow knew it was meant to happen that way.  I welcomed my death.  I was shown around my celestial home where many were congregating to greet me on my return.  It felt like a mystical place in India with many scents and musical tones.  I then heard the sound of a baby cry in the distance.  I understood their language even though it was not English.  I understood it to be my native tongue. 

 

I could now see the baby who was wearing bangles on my wrists, waist and feet.  He was learning to stand up on his own and walk.  I somehow knew this child to be the Little Buddha.  I asked to see him.  I wanted to hold him and meet him.  I felt he was being concealed by his family for reasons unknown to me.  His importance was shrouded in great secrecy.  No one knew, but  I somehow knew the truth.  I was allowed to go over and hold him in my arms.  He seemed to want to cling to me as if I was its mother.  As I gave him back he made one final gesture by out stretching his little hand toward me.  I grabbed his little hand and immediately dropped into a painful state of ecstasy.  There was great joy and bliss to be found in the pain.  It was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life. 

 

ThimbleI was then given a tour of this celestial home.  I was taken to meet an androgynous being who reminded me of a Hindu god.  He was so peaceful I felt his bliss.  Streams of light flowed from his body.  He looked at me with endearing and passionate eyes.  His story he did tell me in a single glance.  I then knew he was the Buddha.  I was then allowed to choose a souvenir to bring back with me.  I chose a thimble. In the thimble I had concealed the etheric essence of this celestial world.  They caught on to what I was trying to do.  So they took the thimble from me and removed the spiritual embers that burned with passion within the thimble.  They said I could not take them with me for their home was in the heavens, so they emptied the thimble and handed it back to me.

 

They then said that instead they would allow me to bring back a secret.  They walked me down a long corridor to a room with a double door.  They opened the doors to reveal the system responsible for the physical laws required to achieve interstellar travel. He said I could reproduce this system on earth.  My eyes must have bulged out 10 times their normal size.  “Are you kidding me? I’m not a physicist,” I said. He replied, “But I just gave you the secret, would you like me to show that to you again?”  I said, “You better because I don’t know what you are talking about.” He then showed me a model simulation that would make it easier for me to understand. It looked something like a lava lamp with electrical impulses that flowed through the interstellar medium similar to a light bulb.  I understood the interior space to represent outer space.  I could see the luminous jelly like space ships within the lava lamp taking their needed energy from the space within.  Underneath the belly of each craft was a spinning wheel that spun rhythmically with sacred geometry and the light stream of consciousness.

 

In the story of the Little Buddha, a Hindu Prince called Siddhartha embarks on a journey to attain enlightenment and is viewed by the children in the Story. Mara, a jealous demon, senses that Siddhartha (Keanu Reeves) is about to attain enlightenment and sends his daughters to distract him. Failing to do so, he attempts to shatter Siddhartha’s resolve and thus begins an onslaught of threats, intimidation and temptation. Mara summons a terrifying horde of monsters of every conceivable description but even something as horrific as this still leaves Siddhartha unmoved, unperturbed. Instead he transforms the weapons which these hosts threw at him into lotus petals which exude a lovely fragrance as they gently floated down to earth. Mara decides that Siddhartha will not deny himself and turns into his image in a reflection on a pool of water. Instead Siddhartha reaches and pulls the image out of the water. The classic Buddhist dialogue between Mara and Siddhartha takes place:

Mara: “You who go where others dare not; Will you be my God? The architect of my house?” Siddhartha: “Finally I meet the illusion of self; Your evil house will not be built again.” Mara: “But you live in me; I am your house.” Siddhartha: “O, trickster; phantom of my own ego, you are pure illusion. You, self, do not exist. The earth is my witness to this Supreme Enlightenment.”

Lama Norbu explains that Siddhartha defeated an army of demons, simply through his observance of patience and tolerance. He achieved great peacefulness and compassion, through self-detachment from illusions.

I was currious why of all things I had chosen a thimble to bring back.  So I went to my trusted Wikipedia and learned that thimbles were used to measure spirits.  Interesting play on words. 

I was also unfamiliar with the exact meaning of Interstellar so I promptly looked it up on Wikipedia which lead me to Interstellar Medium.

 

Before modern electromagnetic theory early physicists postulated that an invisible luminiferous aether existed as a medium to carry lightwaves. It was assumed that this aether extended into interstellar space, as R. H. Patterson wrote in 1862, “This efflux occasions a thrill, or vibratory motion, in the ether which fills the interstellar spaces” (Ess. Hist. & Art 10).

 

In the late 19th century, luminiferous aether (or ether), meaning light-bearing aether, was the term used to describe a medium for the propagation of light.[1] The word aether stems via Latin from the Greek αἰθήρ, from a root meaning to kindle, burn, or shine. It signified the substance thought in ancient times to fill the upper regions of space, beyond the clouds.

Later theories including special relativity were formulated without the concept of aether. Today the aether is regarded as a superseded scientific theory.

Maybe it is time we revisit those old theories.  They may hold more truth than our skeptical minds assume.

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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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The Emperian Heaven of the Green Orb

Emperian HeavenToday I slept in late but first I had to let the dog out to do his business.  When he was done we returned to bed where I began my meditation.  I struggled to achieve a deep state of consciousness when all of the sudden I broke through, I saw clear as day two figures neither male nor female, two beings of the highest order.  Their complexion was shiny glowing and porcelain in nature.  They looked surreal.  They were standing gazing at a green orb that remained suspended in the space they held between them.  I was invited to gaze at the ball of green light.  I knew what I was experiencing was not of the 3rd dimension.  I was at the top of it all looking upon every dimension.  Everything that ever was and is I knew was contained within this green orb.  Outside of us and the orb was nothing but void space. I had never seen the color black so dark black as this. 

 

The vision slowly faded and I ran downstairs to look up green orbs on the internet. I thought maybe a search would lead me somewhere. I soon found my way to celestial spheres on Wikipedia and when I scrolled down I found what I was looking for. It was a drawing of Dante and Beatrice gazing upon the highest Heaven; from Gustave Doré‘s illustrations to the Divine Comedy Paradiso Canto 31. It was an image hauntingly similar to what I had experienced. The only difference was that the beings and myself were much larger than the orb. I understood that our gazing at it was what held everything in place. The size of the orb was about 6 inches in diameter.