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I am not planning to open a dream book here but this one had such an impact I had to awake myself during night because of its intensity.
This one I can translate just like it happened in dream time, yet I will make a short cut leaving the details:
I am with my youngest daughter and partner in a big city like Paris or Berlin, both came up, on a trip for a visit, we see two rockets launched, we know immediately that this is a very bad sign, we start to run, only minutes after that the sky is full with airfighters and a rain of bombs are covering the sky. I run with my daughter to the railway station that is used as a shelter. Thousands of people gather there, in fear, we hear the explosions and I know I have to get out of there because this station will be hit by biological weapons. The destruction has begun.
There is no safe place any more and the noise and the horror of war is cracking the earth…and my inner safetyI woke myself and felt my heart being wide open, I started to bring my fear to my heart…
I just don’t like the increased intensity of these dreams, all pointing in the same direction, all dealing with the same issue, every night this dreams become more ‘real’. I have to say that when awake in the night I started to make plans to make my cellar a shelter and buy sleeping pills to drug my children when time has come, so intense was my dream.
Two days ago I had a dream being in a tower, humanity was trapped on the stairs, being attacked by underworld monsters = unconscious behavior/low astral crap/sexual misuse, etc and on the top attacked by flying creatures which were easily translated in the distractions of the mind, our mental monsters, misuse of intelligence. But there was no way to go, no up, no down, stuck on the stairs, where to go, where was the middle, the passage way?
What I do know is that my dreams become so real, I like to wake up in the morning in ‘normal’ life acting like nothing happened, just a bad dream, but then my body is still working, my heart is like an open tube and my bladder meridian so tensed of fear, surely a great opportunity to practice.
I don’t want to create fear amongst you, I just like to share MY fear and questions with this community.
“I just like to share MY fear and questions with this community.”
But what is your question? This?:
“…where to go, where was the middle, the passage way?”
Where is the middle, the passageway? Sounds like asking, “Where is my center?”
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Nope, it is rethorical, by speaking out loud I receive the answer already…
the passage way is the human heart, the question is where is the heart of humanity? inside each of us but we are too busy fighting the demons from above and below…
I had a dream on the verge of Bush’s first election that was very negative. I am philosophical about this, in the sense that warmongering is nothing new; and there have always been the enclaves of practicioners who stubbornly sweated it out, who indeed took advantage of the situation to spur them to even greater efforts.
Carl Jung was of the opinion during the second world war that it was only those who were realising and consolidating the enlightenment process (which he called the individuation process or transcendent function, though he meant slightly different things by those terms) who were, due to the resonance their state broadcasted, keeping the world from descending into complete depravity. Islands of powerful calm in a storm.
A big part of this I think is not to be intimidated by and identified with outward or inward aggression, to firmly know how to say no to perverted aggression and yes to healthy aggression, and to firmly look the crap in the eye, to distinguish between non-verbal, imageless presence, and mental constructs (positive or negative). Also: active meditation on peace, simple kindness and forgiveness, encourgement to follow codes of ethics, white magic.
Simon
I too take dreams as a methaphore
And indeed it exactly feels like sweating things out.
This type of dreaming is WORK, in a way that it feels that work is done, looking the beast in the eye, swallowing it and then digesting it during day time. Like a lion, eating at night and digesting when the sun is high. I arranged my life and my work in such a way I can live according to that.
Night time is high time for me, a time nobody is bothering.
I remember the years I worked only night shifts in the hospital, I loved it, wandering through the silent corridors, time to make time, to talk, to sit, to listen and to feel how you watch over all those sleeping sick people… how more methaphorical can it be…But I changed jobs: I became a dream traveller, being awakesleep during night, and sleepyawake during the day! :))
Your feedback is really nice, thank you so muchand yes the virtues you mention are inevitable if you walk where you are supposed to walk.
“Islands of powerful calm in a storm.”
Hum, light houses? Could you imagen a light house that would not turn on durring a storm so it did not bring attenchen to it self. Or a chief that did not go into the kitchen because it was to hot.
Simon, you gave me a great gift!! Thank you soooooo much. Your posting was of great help, last night eating a couple of tornado’s and a giant wave, I was totally ‘relaxed’… SUPER.
That’s great to hear. But tornadoes and giant waves are only part of a healthy diet, so you might want to add a few earthquakes to aid digestion (even better than Jaegermeister). ; )
Funny you should bring this up.
I emailed a friend on the Big Island to find out how she was doing and what it was like for her.
Aside from the objective stuff which is already known -very very violent shaking, etc- she described the experience as, “Not more clearing, more aloha!”She felt completely positive about it, though a little…shaken up.
Smiling to the Planet,
AlexanderI can relate to that as my father was in Taiwan for a big earthquake. I could tell that for him it was like being at an amusement park. Wheeeeeeee!
Sound like childeren being aloud to play and are in enjoying what seems to be the Zhen of later Heaven. The Dog barks, and shakes loose the meat for digestion.
I agree. Things are so volatile now it’s tempting to lose track of the possibility of seeing things as ‘gamelike’–as in how children-cum-teenagers take things only half seriously, though I’m of course aware that situations with children and teenagers, namely schools, can in modern times be the site of the most awful grimness and violence. Still, people probably know what I mean by ‘seeing the absurd, not-particularly-serious, game-like’ aspect to life that is more common with children and teenagers. The grimness of war mentality and the feelings of repulsion toward it tend to squelch this (what I see as a) more natural way of being; I feel it’s important to guard against this, to cultivate the Monty Python organ as resistance to the Nazi Munchkins with dirty, smelly toes, and big noses.
Simon
I’ve had a feeling for a while (several yrs) that there’s not much time. Looking at external events, I think that it’s likely that big cities will be less and less safe in the coming years, decades. I’ve always preferred country living, and am happily making arrangements to move to some place where there’s more nature, with plenty of neighbors who are into organic farming, and set my new home up with a very light foot-print (partly off the grid).
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