It was in the mountains, maybe in South America. I was with a couple of people training there, amidst many ancient, dusty statues. The air was exhilerating but the statues seemed lifeless.
What I do remember is them being given some kind of resin to rub onto the figures heads. This removed the dust and maybe other layers, revealling bright, colourful faces. It required some heavy-duty rubbing and I wondered if it wouldn't be easier just to spray the dust off with water.
Only on awaking I realised- there are no such mechanical shortcuts. The hard work of rubbing ius necessary- and the resin used must be magical to work at all.
A Diary of Dreams
Showing posts with label Inner Awareness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inner Awareness. Show all posts
Friday, October 02, 2009
Friday, June 06, 2008
A Spiritual Quest
I was walking along and talking to God, but it was a dream within a dream. I was with a friend here and god showed me a method for finding out truth- just look into the reflection of my own face, or my own green eyes, to find it, even in my mind- as all the answers we seek are to be found within. The voice from within, which was clear and calm, said that this is the method he would prefer I’d use, which suggests that there are others, too.
I was then jumping from one block to another in an abstract small landscape, with god teaching me how to land and avoid danger, again throw that voice and through me visualising my own face.
I was then walking down a crowded street, being careful not to step on the small children all around me. One woman scolded me for almost bumping into her little girl, but I pointed out that I am a nice guy and showed her the other child I also narrowly missed stepping on. I looked down and the more I looked, the more small creatures I could see, not just children, but dogs, too- Chiwawas, Yorkshire Terriers and so on. I leaned down and picked up a small green thing and it was a glowing globe, an entire planet, with shifting skies and continents amidst an emerald sea. Watching over the whole place was a god-like being, who saw the little inhabitants as his children, there to be protected.
Keeping walking, I was then in another scene, walking with a girl near a temple. Suddenly, wild animals gathered, looking menacing- a leopard, a puma, a wolf. We ran towards the temple grounds and as we did so, a strange man appeared suddenly and transformed into a heroic figure in robes and golden headdress. The shining light he projected made the big cats cry out and then suddenly whimper, turning around.
When we made it into the temple grounds, one jumped in there with us, a wolf. It snarled. The man had vanished, so I picked up the wolf and threw it. It just rebounded off the invisible barrier keeping safe in there, even when I tried again. I decided it best to be safe and strangled it, and then ripped it’s head off. Both pieces could be hurled out safely. It was a grisly solution, but the best one.
The scene suddenly changed, and I was in a comics café or something in Tokyo. On the TV was the same mystical figure as the man who’d appeared, walking with friends in an anime show. I wondered, had I been dreaming or what- another dimension perhaps?
I was with Yuko in a café and two colourfully dressed Orthodox Jews, with long beard and festive decorations over their black clothing, were going around and asking for money. Yuko froze up, feeling something sinister despite their jovial ways. We declined to give a donation and then one of them magiced up a green jelly on a plate before he walked off. Yuko took my arm and whispered ‘he spat in it’, something I didn’t believe, but then he leaned down and put his mouth next to it and some liquid flowed out.
They walked on and suddenly I felt bad and ran after them, saying ‘Yuko, you’re acting like an anti-Semitic Nazi or something’, to give them a hundred yen towards the jelly. She told me “No, honestly, as soon as they came over, my arm froze up, like they had a bad energy”. Thinking about the mouth incident, I then believed her and apologised for doubting. I think that religious fanatics are dangerous people, not that everyday Jewish people have anything inherently wrong. This sinister touch came from twisted religion that was hostile to outsiders, which is not representative of Jews in general by any means.
Note- Waking up, I wondered- is this something Ms T did to me, who was also something of a vengeful religious fanatic?
I am amazed by the vivid, psychedelic contents, and especially by hearing ‘God’s’ voice, which did sound like a loving father. I wonder if embellished versions of this could actually make literature. Even writing this, I felt like adding, as it is all from the same imagination. I may actually have opened a door into my subconscious, or even into the Universal subconscious that Jung wrote of.
Maybe, if I open my mind to it, I can contact God directly more often- this was almost like a small conversation with Him at times.
I may well have been heavily influenced by the third episode of The Mighty Boosh, Series 2, I watched the night before, where they see the adventures of two rock stars, who seek out new music in the desert and find an inner Enlightenment to be the key after all. One starts off with a door in his hat and the other acquires one, maybe being doors to the universal unconscious?
It is interesting that the colour green appeared so many times and that my eyes are green (really they are usually hazel, but in the dream, bright green). It’s almost as if it was all taking place inside me- which, in a way, being a dream, it actually was! Of course, the voice of God was probably my own voice, purified- though it did seem to be from another person, something like a TV announcer, at the time.
I was then jumping from one block to another in an abstract small landscape, with god teaching me how to land and avoid danger, again throw that voice and through me visualising my own face.
I was then walking down a crowded street, being careful not to step on the small children all around me. One woman scolded me for almost bumping into her little girl, but I pointed out that I am a nice guy and showed her the other child I also narrowly missed stepping on. I looked down and the more I looked, the more small creatures I could see, not just children, but dogs, too- Chiwawas, Yorkshire Terriers and so on. I leaned down and picked up a small green thing and it was a glowing globe, an entire planet, with shifting skies and continents amidst an emerald sea. Watching over the whole place was a god-like being, who saw the little inhabitants as his children, there to be protected.
Keeping walking, I was then in another scene, walking with a girl near a temple. Suddenly, wild animals gathered, looking menacing- a leopard, a puma, a wolf. We ran towards the temple grounds and as we did so, a strange man appeared suddenly and transformed into a heroic figure in robes and golden headdress. The shining light he projected made the big cats cry out and then suddenly whimper, turning around.
When we made it into the temple grounds, one jumped in there with us, a wolf. It snarled. The man had vanished, so I picked up the wolf and threw it. It just rebounded off the invisible barrier keeping safe in there, even when I tried again. I decided it best to be safe and strangled it, and then ripped it’s head off. Both pieces could be hurled out safely. It was a grisly solution, but the best one.
The scene suddenly changed, and I was in a comics café or something in Tokyo. On the TV was the same mystical figure as the man who’d appeared, walking with friends in an anime show. I wondered, had I been dreaming or what- another dimension perhaps?
I was with Yuko in a café and two colourfully dressed Orthodox Jews, with long beard and festive decorations over their black clothing, were going around and asking for money. Yuko froze up, feeling something sinister despite their jovial ways. We declined to give a donation and then one of them magiced up a green jelly on a plate before he walked off. Yuko took my arm and whispered ‘he spat in it’, something I didn’t believe, but then he leaned down and put his mouth next to it and some liquid flowed out.
They walked on and suddenly I felt bad and ran after them, saying ‘Yuko, you’re acting like an anti-Semitic Nazi or something’, to give them a hundred yen towards the jelly. She told me “No, honestly, as soon as they came over, my arm froze up, like they had a bad energy”. Thinking about the mouth incident, I then believed her and apologised for doubting. I think that religious fanatics are dangerous people, not that everyday Jewish people have anything inherently wrong. This sinister touch came from twisted religion that was hostile to outsiders, which is not representative of Jews in general by any means.
Note- Waking up, I wondered- is this something Ms T did to me, who was also something of a vengeful religious fanatic?
I am amazed by the vivid, psychedelic contents, and especially by hearing ‘God’s’ voice, which did sound like a loving father. I wonder if embellished versions of this could actually make literature. Even writing this, I felt like adding, as it is all from the same imagination. I may actually have opened a door into my subconscious, or even into the Universal subconscious that Jung wrote of.
Maybe, if I open my mind to it, I can contact God directly more often- this was almost like a small conversation with Him at times.
I may well have been heavily influenced by the third episode of The Mighty Boosh, Series 2, I watched the night before, where they see the adventures of two rock stars, who seek out new music in the desert and find an inner Enlightenment to be the key after all. One starts off with a door in his hat and the other acquires one, maybe being doors to the universal unconscious?
It is interesting that the colour green appeared so many times and that my eyes are green (really they are usually hazel, but in the dream, bright green). It’s almost as if it was all taking place inside me- which, in a way, being a dream, it actually was! Of course, the voice of God was probably my own voice, purified- though it did seem to be from another person, something like a TV announcer, at the time.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Bird Salvation
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.
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.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
States of Beingness (25/02/2006)
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 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.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Truth Teacher (04/01/2005)
I had a job teaching religious truth to young children. They sat in an arc around me whilst I wrote on a transparent white-board. I taught them various aphorisms, and thinking that they would find them hard to understand, repeated them. Some of the kids started to say to one another- 'Again- he just said that- does he think we're stupid or something?' I started to get nervous and thinking that I might not hold my job. Reflected from behind me and blending in to take up the white board was the face of an angelic authority who had seen what was happening.
'That's not how you teach religious truth now, is it?' he scolded. Suddenly we were walking in a garden outside, filled with mysterious flowers and bathed in sunshine. 'Look at this flower, look at this trickling stream. Do they not speak the truth in their own simplicity?'- I could see that I had been being unnatural and over-complicating matters in my own nervousness. But how to be natural under pressure? A song was coming from the angel and from the garden- something about the meaning of life and how we can grasp it by being aware. It was beautiful and inspiring.
Beside me was Tashi, my former pet Tibetan spaniel and she was starting to be absorbed by a round creature in this garden. It was sucking her inside itself, and I rolled it over to stop this, but as Tashi squealed it was perhaps already too late as she was swallowed already.
Note- The problems I have had with teaching jobs may be due to my blocking of my own natural teaching instincts in patronising assumptions that I would be misunderstood. The solution is not to simply gush forth with esoteric wisdom, but to help others to see that life is teaching them too, all of the time.
'That's not how you teach religious truth now, is it?' he scolded. Suddenly we were walking in a garden outside, filled with mysterious flowers and bathed in sunshine. 'Look at this flower, look at this trickling stream. Do they not speak the truth in their own simplicity?'- I could see that I had been being unnatural and over-complicating matters in my own nervousness. But how to be natural under pressure? A song was coming from the angel and from the garden- something about the meaning of life and how we can grasp it by being aware. It was beautiful and inspiring.
Beside me was Tashi, my former pet Tibetan spaniel and she was starting to be absorbed by a round creature in this garden. It was sucking her inside itself, and I rolled it over to stop this, but as Tashi squealed it was perhaps already too late as she was swallowed already.
Note- The problems I have had with teaching jobs may be due to my blocking of my own natural teaching instincts in patronising assumptions that I would be misunderstood. The solution is not to simply gush forth with esoteric wisdom, but to help others to see that life is teaching them too, all of the time.
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