Recently, I have had a lot of dreams with 'Man in the Mirror' as the backing music. Then, I was asked by a friend to edit one of his student's speeches on the same topic, who believed this is what we need to change andwasSErstein taking speech training lessons to be a singer himself. I feel that some force, or higher enteties were calling me. Then, just the other day I had the day off and Yuko was invited to go to see Deepak Chopra and others at a conference in Tokyo. Seeing as Chopra was a kind of Guru for Michael, who almost certainly opened his mind to those concepts, originally from a speech by Ghandi himself, and others, I was thrilled to be able to go (it was a Thursday morning, how about that?!)
The experience was unforgettable with various speakers, incredible music and dancing and a new emotion created in me. Now I realise that I want to be the change I seek for in the world. Some special spiritual knowledge was transmitted from Chopra, clearly a living master, to us.
The Man in the Mirror is changing and with it, in how ever small a way, the world.
A Diary of Dreams
Showing posts with label Spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spirituality. Show all posts
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Mountain Art
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.
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.
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, 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.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Living From the Sea
I was living in Australia, by the sea, we were practically camping there. When morning came, we would just wade out a little and reach into the waters, to pull out crabs and other ‘fruits of the sea’, my friend (or cousin, in this alternate reality where we seemed to all be a family?) showing me how to hold them safely. The crabs didn’t seem to resist a bit. Then, the next morning it was rainy and overcast. We went upstairs to try and get more light to fish by, but the puddles up there were still too dark. Later, I went to a pub to meet another friend. On the TV, there was a presenter taking about Greek mythology. It seemed that Australia is both an intellectual and natural place.
Comment- I awoke with a sense of seeing the nations as they are, especially Britain’s former colonies. Whilst The US is undoubtedly the greatest and most successful, it’s success has led to big needs and lavish tastes, so much so that people have moved away from the natural life and spend a lot of time meeting ‘requirements’ they don’t really have. With all their large cars, credit card debts and fattening foods, it reminds me something of the dinosaurs, who without any natural enemies (rather than one another), grew to the point at which they simply couldn’t sustain their enormous bulk. In that case, the smarter and (relatively) almost invisibly small rodents took over. Of course, in a varied land like the US, a new lifestyle is possible too, perhaps a net-savvy post-hippy breed, who’ll find a way to a better life there... but something has to give.
Australia, meanwhile, seems to have a more balanced lifestyle. It’s not exactly famous for it’s intellectual side, but it too has universities and libraries and the Aussies I’ve met have all been very intelligent and aware. It seems like a good placed for a new beginning and is high on my list of possible relocation sites (along with Hawaii and going back to the UK).
I just feel I see more clearly what life has to offer and all the wonderful opportunities out there. A dream can awaken so many passions with its vistas of freedom...
Comment- I awoke with a sense of seeing the nations as they are, especially Britain’s former colonies. Whilst The US is undoubtedly the greatest and most successful, it’s success has led to big needs and lavish tastes, so much so that people have moved away from the natural life and spend a lot of time meeting ‘requirements’ they don’t really have. With all their large cars, credit card debts and fattening foods, it reminds me something of the dinosaurs, who without any natural enemies (rather than one another), grew to the point at which they simply couldn’t sustain their enormous bulk. In that case, the smarter and (relatively) almost invisibly small rodents took over. Of course, in a varied land like the US, a new lifestyle is possible too, perhaps a net-savvy post-hippy breed, who’ll find a way to a better life there... but something has to give.
Australia, meanwhile, seems to have a more balanced lifestyle. It’s not exactly famous for it’s intellectual side, but it too has universities and libraries and the Aussies I’ve met have all been very intelligent and aware. It seems like a good placed for a new beginning and is high on my list of possible relocation sites (along with Hawaii and going back to the UK).
I just feel I see more clearly what life has to offer and all the wonderful opportunities out there. A dream can awaken so many passions with its vistas of freedom...
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, 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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