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I had a dream last night maybe worth sharing:
I will explain the dream instead of describing what exactly was going on.Humanity is captured in a giant cave, the gods or the heavens above have a certain control on where we are and what we are able to do. Earth is a vessel, we stay in here belly, Heaven is the ruler, he decides. Some humans know and some are unaware. Despite, we all are in the same cave.
Pipelines come out of the cealing to provide us from water, air… this area in the cave is considered as a not-entered area yet it is possible to reach it if you really would think about doing it because we know there is danger hidden (=atmosphere)
Yet, one guy (man thinks he is smarter than the gods) is trying to escape the cave, enteres the danger zone and is pulling the pipeline of water out of the cealing, water starts to flood the cave. The heavens/gods are ‘disturbed’ and start to close off the cave in compartements of glass. so we see each other but we can not reach each other. Some people are doomed to stay in the compartement that is flooding, they will drown. A very small compartement is for those who had forseen, they just knew where to be when the glass windows closed and safe themselves, not necessarily the good guys btw (the engineers, politicians). The largest group of people have to make a choice, where to locate themselves in the very large cave. Nobody knows exactly where the good area’s are. We know that when we choose the bad area life will be sucked out of us, and leave nothing but an empty shrimped vessel. It is all a matter of trust and intuition where to be at the moment when in that area the oxygen will be closed off and suck us empty (like when you are in outer space).I think this dream is clear enough in itself, I got tips where to be, I hope you all will find the right place when time comes. Obviously stay away from coast area’s.
As for one of the tips how to know the right place: I ended up at a table with nazi’s, one of them in a wheelchair, I wanted to rush by, but then I stopped and sat beside the man in the wheelchair, I was both an adult woman as the observer and a little young girl as the participant, he knew what was coming, was very afraid himself but yet he started to tell a story to distract the young girl, and some other young children who where listening to his story.
In this last dream – act I found:
*Who you think is your enemy is not your enemy, love your neighbour.
*Be with the heart of a child.
*Look at the heart of the person, not at this appearance or past.Very interesting insights. I guess those of us who live on the coast will have to go up some mountains quick, or keep a boat on hand.
The virtue of the inner heart – acceptance, is a hard one to bring into the physical, isn’t it?
Interestingly, it is traditional taoist motif to describe reality as the Three Caverns….this could be seen as cosmic dantian.
michaelUncannily I had a dream this morning involving a flood in New York; but it may have been in relation to my imminent though unconsciously formed intent to check out what’s up with the tao forum, which intent may have brushed up against the undercurrents of your visioning. Ahem, perhaps that’s a bit convoluted. Still, it seems remarkable. A woman figured prominently. We escaped on a boat.
Also, it reminds me of a dream I had as a teenager that had a profound effect on me, involving a kind of initial ‘sideways’ in spacetime motion (for lack of a better way of describing) in a place of standing stones, that led to viewing a vision of a vast higher dimensional squid-like creature that was like the organism of the cosmos–seeing its digestive-cum-metabolic processes. It was an utterly terrifying, Matrix, ‘desert of the real’ kind of vision, to risk using the kind of cheeky-irritating, cleverly associative tone current of our age.
Simon
Simon, I could make a dream posting every day, years ago an astrologiste told me I had lots of good karma from my ‘life’ in Australia, where I lived amongst the Aboriginals, only lately this words came back to me because of increased dreams which are so vivid and so simple to ‘translate’ that I wonder which life is real, my dream time life or my awake life, I am more awake in my dreams than in my normal life…
Last night I saw how we are dumped (born) on this planet, (symbolized as people falling out of an airplane etc) and how we are shocked being here, that this shock is sometimes for life time and that those who can, need to comfort those who are in still in shock. It is like post traumatic shock syndrome, and how difficult it is to reach them… many live like in a daze and how important it is to comfort young children, when not the damage is so deep, they walk in a different time/space, your squid creature has many sideways indeed 🙂Birth shock. Dropping the birth bomb (of peace! happiness! and having fun!).
Sometimes I’m tempted to think dreams are my real guru, but probably they’re just an intermediary between me and the deepest, grooviest guru of them all, and I’m always wary of deceiving myself. Still, they are Notes from the Underground, as one dream suggested, borrowing from Dostoyevsky.
After hearing your dream I’m going to be looking about at everyone like they’re shellshocked children, wandering around confusedly in the caves of time… Absolutely, helping others over the shock is a great idea, letting them know, if only by example, that there is a sneaky back door out of the caves and back into the airplane.Simon
good luck, if you find the backdoor door let me know :))) had fun and big smiles reading your post, humour is a great medicine!!
Well, you are the back door yourself–your own intimate sense of presence is an escape hatch, a smiling inner sun oasis. All the rest is fun and games with meditative arts. But I bet you have your own answer to the back door question, and I’m just shining a flashlight into a fire. : )
Simon
You are very smart Simon…:))
Indeed there is no ‘escape back door’ other than a door within ourself, and how I adore that oasis metaphore, how precise: so delicate and beautiful, a hidden treasure within a desert of pain and despair. If we are able to reach that inner paradise death is no longer to be feared. It all lies within our own heart, the true master of our inner universe, so within so without.
Your words are fire works in my fire, see it sparkle :)))) so much fun and smileshappy
Will you new age airheads get real please? Take some drugs and snap out of it! You just want to blame your birth trauma for your inaqdequecies. I’ve seen this a million times with you spiritual types. You can’t handle normal life so you escape into a pseudoscientific dreamworld. Good thing we’ve got the government to rely on to hold things together…
Heh, heh, heh…
Actually my meditation background began at the age of nine in Zen and the martial arts, and has continued from there as a lifetime of hard study and practice. I have used drugs and do indeed consider them an unsatisfactory shortcut that is no substitute for discipline. Instead of curtailing the innocent banter of others out of hand, I suggest thinking before you act next time.
Simon, this posting of Alexander was meant as a ‘joke’, I mailed him about it, asking if he was sure about it to post it like this without further comment, he figured people would understand it as a joke…as a copy digdug/intelligence reaction.
So Alexander maybe keep talking as Alexander, the imitation is possible confusing, I was confused and it interrupted my happy flow for a moment until I figured it was meant as a joke yet it still feels like a shitty end on the thread 🙂 but that is life…
: )
Ahem, well then… Here, let me help you put your arm back on that bleeding stump…But y’know, there has been a lot of ‘joking’ on this website which has precluded more civil forms of discourse, which joking at this point I have very little patience for. Still, I haven’t been keeping tabs on things and so haven’t been paying the attention needed to distinguish the shit disturbers from the carefree jesters.
So sorry for the sideswipe Alexander, if you truly were joking. The more hatchets that can be buried in this world the better.best wishes
Simon
Hi you guys,
I was absolutely certain that what I said would be seen as humor since nothing I have every said to anyone here has ever sounded like that. I’m sorry it messed up your positive momentum. I thought, in view of the tension caused by those who I mimiced so perfectly(!), that you would just laugh.
I guess the Dao is really pushing us to transmute our catchpoints…
Love and peace, Alexander
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