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.