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 Religious Truth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Religious Truth. 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.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
We Are the World
I was hearing, surrounded by, the whole world singing in harmony, 'We are world, we are the Children', the Band-aid release. I realised the hidden meaning- that in actuality we are all the members that make up the world. There is no separation between us and this and especially in the case of the children, the most vulnerable and sensetive part of humanity.
Comment- The words echoed around my head and reminded me of those by Jiddhu Krishnamurti- we are indeed the world. In this there is hope, as through little acts of kindness we can influence it for the better. We must be brave enough to care and to reach out to our fellow-beings in need. This is love, life and the true reality..
Comment- The words echoed around my head and reminded me of those by Jiddhu Krishnamurti- we are indeed the world. In this there is hope, as through little acts of kindness we can influence it for the better. We must be brave enough to care and to reach out to our fellow-beings in need. This is love, life and the true reality..
Friday, August 03, 2007
Diamond Flute
I had discovered a special, flute-like instrument with a miraculous effect, hidden amongst other artifacts from some distant age. If someone with great faith blows into it, perfect diamonds will pour out of it's holes. Yet, without this faith, this trust in life, only air will come out, and those diamonds dissolve into dust. Note- This parable holds a message. If one has faith, the things of life reveal their treasured significance- everything is like a diamond, some things obviously so, some just from the feeling they generate. Yet, without it, even the most wonderful things will bring no joy and be reduced to lifeless dust.
Whether this can apply to material riches is essentially beside the point- as true riches are spiritual, for those with eyes to see.
Whether this can apply to material riches is essentially beside the point- as true riches are spiritual, for those with eyes to see.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
The Spiritual Light (10/09/2006)
Yuko and me are to find a secret buried deep within The Church, which will provide us with a key to understanding it's nature and it's destiny. We, flying, are directed towards a small, discrete shop in Salisbury Cathedral Close, where something like the Davinci code, a Christianity concerned with making humans more human, is carefully researched.
We learn that there are plans afoot for the 'reconquest' of Britain's Cathedrals, which have fallen victim to seemingly benign Pagan influences that have seeped in from the surrounding 'post-modern' culture. They will be returned to their intended function of shedding the light of human wisdom rather than that of the animal mind.
We fly over the landscape to see new gallery displays in honour of this and see one display in honour of a little girl's mind, which we can approve of, and another being about a whale, which we joke is also near enough. The main teachings of Christ are revealed as being that of a love of higher frequencies suited to human sentient sensibilities, rather than a merely religious allegiance, with all the potential for schism and prejudice that this brings.
Comment- Christianity, like Buddhism, is all about unfurling the higher reaches of human consciousness, rather than the pursuit of something which is essentially other to us. The danger of aiming for anything less than this (as the worldly, 'Pagan' beliefs would have us do), is that we miss the chance of reconnecting with the rich, spiritual light that higher religion directs our growth towards, with all the compassion, intelligence, generosity and love of truth that this brings. Our higher human virtues are stretching towards the divine and the Spirit of Truth guides us there, along warm paths of light.
In the background, I could sense the presence of my grandmother and others, at peace and wishing to help me, in the world beyond.
We learn that there are plans afoot for the 'reconquest' of Britain's Cathedrals, which have fallen victim to seemingly benign Pagan influences that have seeped in from the surrounding 'post-modern' culture. They will be returned to their intended function of shedding the light of human wisdom rather than that of the animal mind.
We fly over the landscape to see new gallery displays in honour of this and see one display in honour of a little girl's mind, which we can approve of, and another being about a whale, which we joke is also near enough. The main teachings of Christ are revealed as being that of a love of higher frequencies suited to human sentient sensibilities, rather than a merely religious allegiance, with all the potential for schism and prejudice that this brings.
Comment- Christianity, like Buddhism, is all about unfurling the higher reaches of human consciousness, rather than the pursuit of something which is essentially other to us. The danger of aiming for anything less than this (as the worldly, 'Pagan' beliefs would have us do), is that we miss the chance of reconnecting with the rich, spiritual light that higher religion directs our growth towards, with all the compassion, intelligence, generosity and love of truth that this brings. Our higher human virtues are stretching towards the divine and the Spirit of Truth guides us there, along warm paths of light.
In the background, I could sense the presence of my grandmother and others, at peace and wishing to help me, in the world beyond.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Many a Dream (Between 01-29/08/2006)
It's been quite a while since I wrote here, so here's an update...
Many an impressive, psychedelic dream has come to me in past weeks. Strange creatures, magicians who can transform themselves into owls and octopi, and a harsh Dune-like future in which life is lived in tight communities that are connected by taking tank-rides through arid wastelands. Just last night I imagined the meaning of 'ye are gods' and saw tunnels of fractals all around me, sensing the whole population of the Earth, freed from debilitating fear.
Yet all these glimpses are pretty much indecipherable to the average viewer. They are even to some extent so for me! Which means that Starfire Dreams is destined to never be an end unto itself, only a petri-dish for the bacterium of my writing.
This means that the next phase is quite clear- a gradually unfolding fantasy story based on all of this, elucidating mystical truth just as my dreams do, through demonstrating it. Until it is finished, it can consist of gradual updates on Gideon's Travels, a subject in and of itself that when clicked on can be read as a whole narrative. Perhaps people will check back regularly to read the narrative?
In the context of the unveiling of various strategies for teaching, we have been given the R- religion. Then came the revelation of R.T.- Religious Truth, reality training. Yet now is the time for A.R.T.- Applied Religious Truth, applied reality training. I actually though of this whilst seeing the Superman Returns movie. What a work of genius- to teach a certain cosmic truth, not through the traditional preaching, which requires a certain type of audience, but to so so through magnificent pyrotechnics and exciting action, along with a moving story-line. Stories really are wonderful things and I will get back to my roots and start telling about things through stories.
Many an impressive, psychedelic dream has come to me in past weeks. Strange creatures, magicians who can transform themselves into owls and octopi, and a harsh Dune-like future in which life is lived in tight communities that are connected by taking tank-rides through arid wastelands. Just last night I imagined the meaning of 'ye are gods' and saw tunnels of fractals all around me, sensing the whole population of the Earth, freed from debilitating fear.
Yet all these glimpses are pretty much indecipherable to the average viewer. They are even to some extent so for me! Which means that Starfire Dreams is destined to never be an end unto itself, only a petri-dish for the bacterium of my writing.
This means that the next phase is quite clear- a gradually unfolding fantasy story based on all of this, elucidating mystical truth just as my dreams do, through demonstrating it. Until it is finished, it can consist of gradual updates on Gideon's Travels, a subject in and of itself that when clicked on can be read as a whole narrative. Perhaps people will check back regularly to read the narrative?
In the context of the unveiling of various strategies for teaching, we have been given the R- religion. Then came the revelation of R.T.- Religious Truth, reality training. Yet now is the time for A.R.T.- Applied Religious Truth, applied reality training. I actually though of this whilst seeing the Superman Returns movie. What a work of genius- to teach a certain cosmic truth, not through the traditional preaching, which requires a certain type of audience, but to so so through magnificent pyrotechnics and exciting action, along with a moving story-line. Stories really are wonderful things and I will get back to my roots and start telling about things through stories.
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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