These days I have been sleeping in deeply, as I often do in the winter months. Thoush I am somewhat anxious about what will happen with my school and what comes next, I also realise that such anxieties are part and parcel of the insecure human condition- one in which all things change and degrade if left too long- one in which we never really know what the future holds.
So relaxed with this awareness, I drift into deep inner worlds. The other night I was in a dream, drifting above the Earth, where the god who controls disneyland decided that people were taking the place forgranted and not appreciating the deip mythic messages within it, so he disconnected the electricity. I was surprised when, a few days later, my girlfriend told me that in fact the electricity had stopped there for a while a week ago and many people complained as they had come so far and the most interesting rides were out of action! Living in high-tech Japan, Disney is a kind of heaven so I can appreciate their disappointment.
Another dream last night had me witnessing a robot who had the desire to seize control of an empire or something like it. This future had decided that to limit the possibility of wrongdoing, each advanced robot would have a team-member son they can keep each other in check. This particular robot was giving orders to his very loyal team-member that were helping him seize power, all along intending to destroy what might be his one real barrier. Pushing him from a high ledge to his doom,, I was saddened to see him carry through such terrible plans and reminded of the ways of the Sith in Star Wars, in which the apprentice seeks to destroy the master and thus gain his wrongfully held power.
One more of these fantastic, but ultimately rather disturbing dreams saw me in some mythic past, watching as one of a team of warriors was carrying out his task to destroy a horde of aliens deemed unclean and dangerous. He felt no wrong-doing in what he saw as a neccessary task- but as he pursued them downhill into a valley, one of them leapt toward him, a seeming mix between a human and a deer. Suddenly, he fell in love with her and she with him- he forgot his now despised task and they kissed- at which point she was transfigured into a beautiful creature. I was then told that this was the reason why we call those we love 'dear'- all steming from this moment. Then I heard wonderful, full classical music, perhaps that of Bach. It was as if it was supra-live, all around me and enriching the air itself with it's sounds. Sometimes I hear this heavenly music and believe it to be the famous 'music of the spheres'.
I am now alternating to going to parties, cooking, taking and sharing photos and this deep sleeping and dreaming. It is a wonderfully bohemian existence and I hope it long continues. I am, learning so much, feel so warm and safe in God's healing love. I suppose these dreams are some way of dealing with my deepest fears, of the abuse of power and the unfair treatment of people. Yet coming as fantasy, they have an excitement, emotionally moving aspect and sheer aesthetic joy that comes from art itself. So I wish to know more. To know more of the victories of Love and what it means in each and every dimention.
God be praised for revealing truth now as he ever has done,
Amen.
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Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Dreamin'- Japanese Police Riding Animals
I had a dream where I went for a walk in a nearby town, when I saw a remarkable sight. Japanese police were training, in an exercise to use animals to smell for a criminal. They were riding large blackbirds, the way police in other countries ride horses. Further down the street, they were on large gophers and one was even riding a swan. I saw a bunch of them, some having other animals on leashes, some riding on dogs. I was a little worried one of the animals would be surprised by my smell and rush after me, but at the same time, I wanted to take a picture.
I only had my mobile with me. It was late afternoon and I took it out and zoomed in- but it focused on a group of chameleons stacked on one another, each of them having as many eyes as a spider. Suddenly our big old dog, Amber came up from behind me and put her paws on my shoulders. I said to her, “Get off!” and pulled them down, as they were scratching. We then walked, along with Yuko, straight into my old home in Ling’s Coppice. Amber looked sheepishly down at her paws, as if she was saying, ‘As if I’d ever hurt you with these!’ Yuko then said, as she and Amber lay down on the floor next to one another, “You see, I’m just so beautiful!”
Then I woke up.
I only had my mobile with me. It was late afternoon and I took it out and zoomed in- but it focused on a group of chameleons stacked on one another, each of them having as many eyes as a spider. Suddenly our big old dog, Amber came up from behind me and put her paws on my shoulders. I said to her, “Get off!” and pulled them down, as they were scratching. We then walked, along with Yuko, straight into my old home in Ling’s Coppice. Amber looked sheepishly down at her paws, as if she was saying, ‘As if I’d ever hurt you with these!’ Yuko then said, as she and Amber lay down on the floor next to one another, “You see, I’m just so beautiful!”
Then I woke up.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Dreamin'- Bird Salvation
Note- Here's the last of the dreams for now. This one was actually more of a vision, had in waking time. I must have a very vivid imagination, as all kinds of psychedelic things are occurring to me all the time. Only a fraction make it to the stage of beinmg blogged about- but I want to share them more with others. I don't know if something changed in me when, so many moons ago, I experimented with LSD so often. Either that, or I'm just a very open-minded person (I have friends who tried it too and so far as I know, none of them had the same types of experiences).
So here is a vision I had on 5/18/07...
I was walking to school, pondering as I sometimes do just how hard it all is, how vulnerable the little man is in life, with all the forces arrayed around him, often seeming so unsympathetic of our fate. "Who is to help us?", I wondered. I imagined the Guardian Angels, ever-watching over us, ever sympathetic. I wondered why angels were so often depicted with white, out-stretched wings.
Suddenly, into my mind flashed an image of a huge, Garuda-like bird, coming down to save a man and carry him to safety on her back. With a hard, almost armoured head, the difficult things of life are nothing for such a bird, who can protect us from any danger. I was reminded of the saying of Jesus that God looks after even the smallest of birds, he sees when they need food and when they fall from the nest.
Commentary- Imagine my surprise when I came into school, a warm feeling of safety suffusing me after my vision, to see that charming Yoko-Chan had rescue a little bird. In an ironic reversal of my vision, a human was helping a bird. She had saved it from her cat, who had hunted it and brought it to her the day before. She was taking it to school so as to take it to an animal charity later in the day, not wanting it to be endangered at home. She told me that she had lain awake all night worrying about it.
I was struck not just with the similarity of the vision, but that also another teacher that I had become very friendly with had had a similar experience, in which she saved a poor dogs life when another teacher had wanted to call the animal catcher and have it put down instead. This was such a similar show of heartfelt compassion and purity of mind, that I started to wonder if it is a sign, God telling me that these are people to be trusted. For them, too, it is like a kind of life-test... which is more important, their convenience or ending the suffering of another. In each case, they chose the path of kindness, which is beautiful.
So here is a vision I had on 5/18/07...
I was walking to school, pondering as I sometimes do just how hard it all is, how vulnerable the little man is in life, with all the forces arrayed around him, often seeming so unsympathetic of our fate. "Who is to help us?", I wondered. I imagined the Guardian Angels, ever-watching over us, ever sympathetic. I wondered why angels were so often depicted with white, out-stretched wings.
Suddenly, into my mind flashed an image of a huge, Garuda-like bird, coming down to save a man and carry him to safety on her back. With a hard, almost armoured head, the difficult things of life are nothing for such a bird, who can protect us from any danger. I was reminded of the saying of Jesus that God looks after even the smallest of birds, he sees when they need food and when they fall from the nest.
Commentary- Imagine my surprise when I came into school, a warm feeling of safety suffusing me after my vision, to see that charming Yoko-Chan had rescue a little bird. In an ironic reversal of my vision, a human was helping a bird. She had saved it from her cat, who had hunted it and brought it to her the day before. She was taking it to school so as to take it to an animal charity later in the day, not wanting it to be endangered at home. She told me that she had lain awake all night worrying about it.
I was struck not just with the similarity of the vision, but that also another teacher that I had become very friendly with had had a similar experience, in which she saved a poor dogs life when another teacher had wanted to call the animal catcher and have it put down instead. This was such a similar show of heartfelt compassion and purity of mind, that I started to wonder if it is a sign, God telling me that these are people to be trusted. For them, too, it is like a kind of life-test... which is more important, their convenience or ending the suffering of another. In each case, they chose the path of kindness, which is beautiful.
Dreamin'- A Return From Space
Note- here's another one, from 5/12/07, which also gave me a chance to explore new technologies of the future- this time man-made ones that had run amok...
We came back from a trip into space, to explore some things in our galaxy. There was a new computer at mission control. We looked out of the window, and noticed that it had changed position. Looking again, a few minutes later, it had changed again. We looked to each other- it had robotised itself and come to life! Outside, there were tripod-like structures with cameras in their single 'eye', as now it was spying on us.
We rushed out of the ship, something like a modified 777, and just in time, as it was torn apart with lasers. We went straight for tunnels running under the streets on London, hastily planning a resistance. There could be a base back where Mission Control had been, and we would rush around the world, organising people.
We wondered what was the vulnerability of the computers- and suddenly it hit us- pumpkin pies! In a tunnel by a bakery, we found a batch stockpiled already, so we picked some up and dashed out into the streets. We were near a shopping mall, where people were running and screaming, though a few had the pies. We shouted for people to follow us into the tunnels, lobbing pies over their heads as we did. We were leading them to freedom.
Then I awoke.
Commentary- I felt this dream was a warning as to the possibilities of technology evolving beyond our means to control it. Not that this would necessarily be a bad thing, if we could form, a meaningful relationship with the 'intelligence' this unveiled. The problem is it's coldness, it's dedication to problem-solving, at the expense of 'warm-hearted' human concern. It seems that the mission control computer, like HAL in 2001, had decided to take the task of advancing science into it's own hands.
At first glance, the pumpkin pies are a ridiculous touch. But they show the need to focus on unimagined weaknesses in a high-tech opponent's defenses. With a bit of ingenuity and luck, even the most imposing opponents can be overcome.
We came back from a trip into space, to explore some things in our galaxy. There was a new computer at mission control. We looked out of the window, and noticed that it had changed position. Looking again, a few minutes later, it had changed again. We looked to each other- it had robotised itself and come to life! Outside, there were tripod-like structures with cameras in their single 'eye', as now it was spying on us.
We rushed out of the ship, something like a modified 777, and just in time, as it was torn apart with lasers. We went straight for tunnels running under the streets on London, hastily planning a resistance. There could be a base back where Mission Control had been, and we would rush around the world, organising people.
We wondered what was the vulnerability of the computers- and suddenly it hit us- pumpkin pies! In a tunnel by a bakery, we found a batch stockpiled already, so we picked some up and dashed out into the streets. We were near a shopping mall, where people were running and screaming, though a few had the pies. We shouted for people to follow us into the tunnels, lobbing pies over their heads as we did. We were leading them to freedom.
Then I awoke.
Commentary- I felt this dream was a warning as to the possibilities of technology evolving beyond our means to control it. Not that this would necessarily be a bad thing, if we could form, a meaningful relationship with the 'intelligence' this unveiled. The problem is it's coldness, it's dedication to problem-solving, at the expense of 'warm-hearted' human concern. It seems that the mission control computer, like HAL in 2001, had decided to take the task of advancing science into it's own hands.
At first glance, the pumpkin pies are a ridiculous touch. But they show the need to focus on unimagined weaknesses in a high-tech opponent's defenses. With a bit of ingenuity and luck, even the most imposing opponents can be overcome.
Dreamin'- Nanodes
Note- as promised below, here is one of my recent dreams from Dreams and Reflections, dreampt on 5/8/07-
I found myself in the recording studio and home of some 70's era band, perhaps ABBA. Somehow, in the adjoining house next-door was a path to an enormous UFO, much like the one in Close Encounters. I walked into it, as did some band members and others. There was a very relaxed, casual atmosphere, as if this sort of thing was happening all the time.
We were shown the time-space drive that powers it, perhaps riding through the universe's worm-holes from one place and time to the next. It had a kind of console-like display, bright, cheerful and playful, much like the kind of graphics you can see on website displays. On each side were arranged spirals of 'nanodes'- small, living, glowing, crystal-like beings, which apparently make the time-space travel possible. [They could have been tachyons, using neutrinos for energy, but whatever they were, they seemed to be vibrantly alive].
We flew through the night, over countryside, apparently over some small crowds who were out to see us, ironically mistaking us for some kind of natural phenomena like a comet! I have only dim memories of this phases, but I seemed to have long, telepathic conversations with a group of three very ancient space-beings on board, ranging across many subjects including philosophy and human progress. All their thoughts seemed to me to be very reassuring and compassionate. They really had, 'no worries!'
Afterwards, while I was semi-awake, they flashed the console into my mind again. They seemed to be saying it was a means of communication between the rest of the universe and myself, which I could use whenever I liked. There was also another console, a kind of futuristic 'hotmail in-box', called the Holonet, where the mails were displayed as animated holograms and I could chose which dynamic image to open. The interesting thing was that the mails were from subconscious friends of mine on this and other planets!
Commentary- When I awoke a fantastic possibility occurred to me. That perhaps the working of such futuristic technology might be revealed to me in such detail that I could actually patent it, perhaps in the name of The Foundation. Then, the proceeds from the patents could help fund The Foundation and it's various research projects and community works (whatever they will be, it certainly isn't clear yet). Writing this now, that doesn't seem to be the point of the dream, as it seems better to just share the revelations like this. But I wonder how many important inventions have been revealed this way historically.
For now, I will call the drive a '4D Neutrino drive' and the internet console a 'Holo-net'. Interestingly, I goggled neutrinos to find out what they are and they seem to be subatomic particles that have existed since the beginning of time, coursing through the universe at a speed faster than light. I also noticed that they are very hard to research, so deep in the ice of Antarctica is a machine to 'catch and watch' them. The icy, dark conditions create an environment with the clarity of a crystal... a nanode crystal, no doubt.
I found myself in the recording studio and home of some 70's era band, perhaps ABBA. Somehow, in the adjoining house next-door was a path to an enormous UFO, much like the one in Close Encounters. I walked into it, as did some band members and others. There was a very relaxed, casual atmosphere, as if this sort of thing was happening all the time.
We were shown the time-space drive that powers it, perhaps riding through the universe's worm-holes from one place and time to the next. It had a kind of console-like display, bright, cheerful and playful, much like the kind of graphics you can see on website displays. On each side were arranged spirals of 'nanodes'- small, living, glowing, crystal-like beings, which apparently make the time-space travel possible. [They could have been tachyons, using neutrinos for energy, but whatever they were, they seemed to be vibrantly alive].
We flew through the night, over countryside, apparently over some small crowds who were out to see us, ironically mistaking us for some kind of natural phenomena like a comet! I have only dim memories of this phases, but I seemed to have long, telepathic conversations with a group of three very ancient space-beings on board, ranging across many subjects including philosophy and human progress. All their thoughts seemed to me to be very reassuring and compassionate. They really had, 'no worries!'
Afterwards, while I was semi-awake, they flashed the console into my mind again. They seemed to be saying it was a means of communication between the rest of the universe and myself, which I could use whenever I liked. There was also another console, a kind of futuristic 'hotmail in-box', called the Holonet, where the mails were displayed as animated holograms and I could chose which dynamic image to open. The interesting thing was that the mails were from subconscious friends of mine on this and other planets!
Commentary- When I awoke a fantastic possibility occurred to me. That perhaps the working of such futuristic technology might be revealed to me in such detail that I could actually patent it, perhaps in the name of The Foundation. Then, the proceeds from the patents could help fund The Foundation and it's various research projects and community works (whatever they will be, it certainly isn't clear yet). Writing this now, that doesn't seem to be the point of the dream, as it seems better to just share the revelations like this. But I wonder how many important inventions have been revealed this way historically.
For now, I will call the drive a '4D Neutrino drive' and the internet console a 'Holo-net'. Interestingly, I goggled neutrinos to find out what they are and they seem to be subatomic particles that have existed since the beginning of time, coursing through the universe at a speed faster than light. I also noticed that they are very hard to research, so deep in the ice of Antarctica is a machine to 'catch and watch' them. The icy, dark conditions create an environment with the clarity of a crystal... a nanode crystal, no doubt.
Dreamin'- OS 9000 Revisited
Noticing this video about some new developments in computer operating systems, like this new touch-interface, I remembered my calling- to reveal some future technologies that will help to unite mankind in a new way, forever.
So here, again, is the text of a certain dream I had, of Windows 9000, on 8/8/04. I put up in the comments section a way that people could search Google for it (no links allowed)... as I think that this is something that will really change the way we interact with machines... in extremis!
OS 9000 (8/8/2004)
Floating above the clouds, Yuko and I searched for a time-gateway to cross into the far future and explore. We finally came to the fabled Gate of Tannhäuser. Tall, lofty pillars stood above the clouds. They had been somewhat damaged, in the echoes of an atomic blast, resembling an unusually well-preserved Greek Temple. But they could be safely navigated.
We floated through, and found ourselves in a future shopping-mall with various wonderful things on floating displays. It was like something out of a 1950’s science-fiction comic, but very real with most things having a rather organic type of design. Truly, man imitates nature. Some things were robots, others vehicles for bizarre forms of transport, all were of the future.
We left after various forays, finding ourselves back in the ethereal reaches above the clouds. Not yet satisfied, we decided to float through those, tall white marble arches again. As we approached, suddenly, they were restored to their former, mythic, glory. This time we went far further into the future- 7000 years or so. We found ourselves in a far higher form of virtual reality- a simulation of a world, even more rich and detailed than the one we now inhabit, and think we know so well.
We floated down in space and time to a pool. Beautiful, lazy music played so ethereally that it was like the passage of the breeze. A large, red terrapin basked in the sunlight alongside other sea-creatures, many of which I had never seen before, and other fish swam alongside. I reached out to stroke my hand through the water and did so, it rippling in many colours. I reached out to touch the terrapin, which was poisonous. I realized that my hand and arm were covered in a black and silver skin of protective clothing, something like a space-suit made of fabric. I could feel close to the nature without in any way being harmed by it. I realized that this was the ultimate version of OS Windows, which had become a deeply immersive virtual reality- the dream of artists for centuries. Now, whatever we wanted to add to the program- originally merely a blue background on a monitor, which had since evolved to a 3D animated aquarium and beyond, was up to us.
To try this out, I swished my hand through the air, producing orange, gold and red waves that erupted in rich classical music, exciting the calm background sound (which we had hardly noticed as music and actually exists everywhere- now emphasized by the OS, as an artist might help you appreciate the beauty of a flower). Yuko didn’t like this, finding the more intense colours scary, and I could see that Microsoft had eventually realized a sublime fact- that people want the psychedelic experience, but they want to feel comfortable whilst having it. This is the very nature of embodied life in this world, brought out for us to experience more closely by OS 9000. I felt that man had become a creator, just as are those who created him.
So here, again, is the text of a certain dream I had, of Windows 9000, on 8/8/04. I put up in the comments section a way that people could search Google for it (no links allowed)... as I think that this is something that will really change the way we interact with machines... in extremis!
OS 9000 (8/8/2004)
Floating above the clouds, Yuko and I searched for a time-gateway to cross into the far future and explore. We finally came to the fabled Gate of Tannhäuser. Tall, lofty pillars stood above the clouds. They had been somewhat damaged, in the echoes of an atomic blast, resembling an unusually well-preserved Greek Temple. But they could be safely navigated.
We floated through, and found ourselves in a future shopping-mall with various wonderful things on floating displays. It was like something out of a 1950’s science-fiction comic, but very real with most things having a rather organic type of design. Truly, man imitates nature. Some things were robots, others vehicles for bizarre forms of transport, all were of the future.
We left after various forays, finding ourselves back in the ethereal reaches above the clouds. Not yet satisfied, we decided to float through those, tall white marble arches again. As we approached, suddenly, they were restored to their former, mythic, glory. This time we went far further into the future- 7000 years or so. We found ourselves in a far higher form of virtual reality- a simulation of a world, even more rich and detailed than the one we now inhabit, and think we know so well.
We floated down in space and time to a pool. Beautiful, lazy music played so ethereally that it was like the passage of the breeze. A large, red terrapin basked in the sunlight alongside other sea-creatures, many of which I had never seen before, and other fish swam alongside. I reached out to stroke my hand through the water and did so, it rippling in many colours. I reached out to touch the terrapin, which was poisonous. I realized that my hand and arm were covered in a black and silver skin of protective clothing, something like a space-suit made of fabric. I could feel close to the nature without in any way being harmed by it. I realized that this was the ultimate version of OS Windows, which had become a deeply immersive virtual reality- the dream of artists for centuries. Now, whatever we wanted to add to the program- originally merely a blue background on a monitor, which had since evolved to a 3D animated aquarium and beyond, was up to us.
To try this out, I swished my hand through the air, producing orange, gold and red waves that erupted in rich classical music, exciting the calm background sound (which we had hardly noticed as music and actually exists everywhere- now emphasized by the OS, as an artist might help you appreciate the beauty of a flower). Yuko didn’t like this, finding the more intense colours scary, and I could see that Microsoft had eventually realized a sublime fact- that people want the psychedelic experience, but they want to feel comfortable whilst having it. This is the very nature of embodied life in this world, brought out for us to experience more closely by OS 9000. I felt that man had become a creator, just as are those who created him.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
A Blog From a Dream
This blog still and always will revolve around the psychedelic dream States of Beingness (2/25/26) . Yet up until now I utterly misinterpreted it. It was saying that in many ways I am misunderstanding and limiting myself. Rather than just focus on one part of my personality or of life I should open up to other parts. It is true that I like exciting or exotic things. yet just doing that alone is not what life's really about. They are there to be shared with others.
Life is, especially, about the warmth of communion with others. Common sympathies make great things and make life fun. It is easy to be impressive- yet it is better to be warm. this i what my photography is about and this is also what my life is about.
This is the wisdom of Starfire. Starfire is an emanation from an angel. This is the wisdom I came here for.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Understanding The Psychedelic Dream "States of Beingness"
Well, now is the time to understand that dream... lots from my regular life there. I see my mother and step-dad being mentioned... I see the 'cartoon controversy' which I have been following. Most of all, I see me looking around for some sort of inspiration, found in each scene. I can see that I find it in-
Entertaining people (the chef- socialising)
Getting to know my family better (the references to my mother)
Looking at flowers (the flower that shed it's petals- appreciating beauty and lifeforms very different to me.)
Journeys to the East / encountering the future (the exotic trip to Hong Kong)
Yet the one I found most inspiring was the last- the need to adapt, the paradoxical feeling of comfort to be found in something so new, is vivifying. I am thereby moving, on my own adventures, which is something different from watching others or communicating with them- both things which I enjoy immensely but not things that 'wake me up' in the same way. For me the lands of the East are exotic, unexplored (I say this even living in Japan), as is the future. Yet I need to work on communicating these experiences and values to others, on making them accessible. This adventure is part of a life which is just as much dependant on the other elements. On a trip one sees new places and faces, but also likes to talk about it with someone from a similar perspective, and to see beauty along the way.
It is my hope that this Blog- written as it is 'to everyone and no-one' will help me to communicate. For I obviously can't just blurt all this out to the people around me- it would sound strange, maybe even threatening, and certainly would be indigestible.
For what I am intending is to turn all these experiences, these experiences of what are for me 'nether regions', into stories, stories which teach better values. Then I am 'doing my bit', as nurses and doctors do theirs... So must a storyteller do his or hers. We storyteller-shaman are neither gone, nor forgotten... As the success of the likes of Spielberg and Lucas attests...
Entertaining people (the chef- socialising)
Getting to know my family better (the references to my mother)
Looking at flowers (the flower that shed it's petals- appreciating beauty and lifeforms very different to me.)
Journeys to the East / encountering the future (the exotic trip to Hong Kong)
Yet the one I found most inspiring was the last- the need to adapt, the paradoxical feeling of comfort to be found in something so new, is vivifying. I am thereby moving, on my own adventures, which is something different from watching others or communicating with them- both things which I enjoy immensely but not things that 'wake me up' in the same way. For me the lands of the East are exotic, unexplored (I say this even living in Japan), as is the future. Yet I need to work on communicating these experiences and values to others, on making them accessible. This adventure is part of a life which is just as much dependant on the other elements. On a trip one sees new places and faces, but also likes to talk about it with someone from a similar perspective, and to see beauty along the way.
It is my hope that this Blog- written as it is 'to everyone and no-one' will help me to communicate. For I obviously can't just blurt all this out to the people around me- it would sound strange, maybe even threatening, and certainly would be indigestible.
For what I am intending is to turn all these experiences, these experiences of what are for me 'nether regions', into stories, stories which teach better values. Then I am 'doing my bit', as nurses and doctors do theirs... So must a storyteller do his or hers. We storyteller-shaman are neither gone, nor forgotten... As the success of the likes of Spielberg and Lucas attests...
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Future Dreams
This is hereby the start of my 'Blog'. Don't be surprised if it's a little... Well... Different.
Here you will see how a psychedelic mind interprets the changing realities around it.
Here you will see how the future might well look.
Here you will witness searing commentary on all that there is.
Lets enjoy!
Here you will see how a psychedelic mind interprets the changing realities around it.
Here you will see how the future might well look.
Here you will witness searing commentary on all that there is.
Lets enjoy!
Dream Diary - States of Beingness
States of Beingness
I had an interesting dream just now. Now, whoever you are, you shall get updates on my dreams almost as quickly as I do! Dreams, for me, are not constructions of my mind, though by the choices of materials, they do reflect it.
I had gone on a journey to a distant land. Yet I was in a restaurant run by someone from my own country. He was a big man, who seemed full of cheer, yet also of sadness. Full of emotion- that energy which spreads through humanity like the oceans through the Earth- rocking, swaying, with no definite reason we can fathom. Also, always the joker! He reminded me in some ways of my Stepfather.
Here he was, telling me, with his body-language as well as his words, that he had over-indulged with psychedelic substances the night before. He was not just a cook- he was a man who parties! He said 'Just by looking at me now, you can be tripping!' Also at the table was the former prime-minister of Norway. He solemnly and lightly told me that he had failed his country in the recent furor over cartoons of the prophet Muhammad. He was waiting for his food, at the head of the table, depreciating himself in that light and civilised way that only a modern-day Scandinavian could. He seemed to have done his best and I told him so... Yet still he bowed down his head, 'I am not a good prime-minister'. In a nearby cabinet were some kit-cats, covered in the Danish flag.
And tripping I was... The dream moved on and I next found myself in a room with two young Rastafarians, talking happily and cool about things. They were joking about New York Jewish mothers getting their kids to do all kinds of extra stuff and you could see they admired their traits but were also joking about them- I felt a warmth. "Are you Jewish..?" They asked. I said I was, but that I only believed in some of it. I then went into the subject of religion in a way that obviously bored them, probably they were more interested in a more human angle and they left through a door.
I soon followed and found it opened into a village. I wondered where to focus my attention and looked at the plants. There was a flower on the ground. Her petals had been strewn in a circle around her, and I could feel her saying, somewhat sadly, yet also with the happiness of self-completion... 'That was my life'. Yes, in a psychedelic way I could feel the emotion of plants, as well as seeing so much more clearly their beauty.
Now I was somewhat alone in this small garden, whilst the villagers went about their lives. I was free to think- what should I best teach people, how best to do so? For probably by teaching I can help them the most. After boring the Rastafarians I realised a more interesting approach may be needed. So I thought a bit about the principal of R.T. - the method of education revealed to me by an angel ('Religious Truth'), and how I could see this in life. How I could see the real values and meanings and make them into stories for people whose minds are bored by theories and abstraction. To save the innocent from being mislead to guide them on the paths of life.
One way is evidently plants- they have beauty and they have dramas- everyone likes pictures of flowers, for instance, even if they don't really know why other than their aesthetic qualities. Another way may be to talk about the future, as a way of making the realities of the present more clear. Yet just being in this quiet village was starting to bore me and there was something colourless about it- perhaps not really the village itself but I needed something more stimulating.
So I, this being in a dream with such freedom of movement, boarded an ocean liner heading further east, which plunged into the ocean, heading for new lands. We pulled up briefly at a port in Hong Kong. The port-staff were Asian, with golden caps emblazoned with the royal crest, a leftover from the British Empire- for me a familiar sight in such an exotic land, with such different perspectives. It was dark out, but these caps glowed in the light of the docks, as the men did their work. Was this the future I was seeing- for had I ever seen such golden caps, of such fine material... Was this a future meeting of East and West.... Or just another view of the present?
Whatever the case, the ship moved on, and I now woke up.
I had an interesting dream just now. Now, whoever you are, you shall get updates on my dreams almost as quickly as I do! Dreams, for me, are not constructions of my mind, though by the choices of materials, they do reflect it.
I had gone on a journey to a distant land. Yet I was in a restaurant run by someone from my own country. He was a big man, who seemed full of cheer, yet also of sadness. Full of emotion- that energy which spreads through humanity like the oceans through the Earth- rocking, swaying, with no definite reason we can fathom. Also, always the joker! He reminded me in some ways of my Stepfather.
Here he was, telling me, with his body-language as well as his words, that he had over-indulged with psychedelic substances the night before. He was not just a cook- he was a man who parties! He said 'Just by looking at me now, you can be tripping!' Also at the table was the former prime-minister of Norway. He solemnly and lightly told me that he had failed his country in the recent furor over cartoons of the prophet Muhammad. He was waiting for his food, at the head of the table, depreciating himself in that light and civilised way that only a modern-day Scandinavian could. He seemed to have done his best and I told him so... Yet still he bowed down his head, 'I am not a good prime-minister'. In a nearby cabinet were some kit-cats, covered in the Danish flag.
And tripping I was... The dream moved on and I next found myself in a room with two young Rastafarians, talking happily and cool about things. They were joking about New York Jewish mothers getting their kids to do all kinds of extra stuff and you could see they admired their traits but were also joking about them- I felt a warmth. "Are you Jewish..?" They asked. I said I was, but that I only believed in some of it. I then went into the subject of religion in a way that obviously bored them, probably they were more interested in a more human angle and they left through a door.
I soon followed and found it opened into a village. I wondered where to focus my attention and looked at the plants. There was a flower on the ground. Her petals had been strewn in a circle around her, and I could feel her saying, somewhat sadly, yet also with the happiness of self-completion... 'That was my life'. Yes, in a psychedelic way I could feel the emotion of plants, as well as seeing so much more clearly their beauty.
Now I was somewhat alone in this small garden, whilst the villagers went about their lives. I was free to think- what should I best teach people, how best to do so? For probably by teaching I can help them the most. After boring the Rastafarians I realised a more interesting approach may be needed. So I thought a bit about the principal of R.T. - the method of education revealed to me by an angel ('Religious Truth'), and how I could see this in life. How I could see the real values and meanings and make them into stories for people whose minds are bored by theories and abstraction. To save the innocent from being mislead to guide them on the paths of life.
One way is evidently plants- they have beauty and they have dramas- everyone likes pictures of flowers, for instance, even if they don't really know why other than their aesthetic qualities. Another way may be to talk about the future, as a way of making the realities of the present more clear. Yet just being in this quiet village was starting to bore me and there was something colourless about it- perhaps not really the village itself but I needed something more stimulating.
So I, this being in a dream with such freedom of movement, boarded an ocean liner heading further east, which plunged into the ocean, heading for new lands. We pulled up briefly at a port in Hong Kong. The port-staff were Asian, with golden caps emblazoned with the royal crest, a leftover from the British Empire- for me a familiar sight in such an exotic land, with such different perspectives. It was dark out, but these caps glowed in the light of the docks, as the men did their work. Was this the future I was seeing- for had I ever seen such golden caps, of such fine material... Was this a future meeting of East and West.... Or just another view of the present?
Whatever the case, the ship moved on, and I now woke up.
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