Advice Quotes

My advice to you is get married: if you find a good wife, you’ll be happy; if not, you’ll become a philosopher.

Socrates

Wise men don’t need advice. Fools won’t take it.

Benjamin Franklin

We give advice, but we cannot give the wisdom to profit by it.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

The true secret of giving advice is, after you have honestly given it, to be perfectly indifferent whether it is taken or not, and never persist in trying to set people right.

Henry Ward Beecher

There is nothing men are so generous of as advice.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Advice is seldom welcome, and those who need it the most, like it the least.

Lord Chesterfield

There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.

Joseph Addison

Listen to advice, but follow your heart.

Conway Twitty

We all admire the wisdom of people who come to us for advice.

Arthur Helps

A leader must have the courage to act against an expert’s advice.

James Callaghan

The people sensible enough to give good advice are usually sensible enough to give none.

Eden Phillpotts

Golden Dragon – y ddraig aur- Dream 23-12-2012

I am somehow in the Welsh valleys. The road along the side of the valley is being worked on. I am driving along, and a very large mechanical digger is pilling up porta-cabins by “throwing” them. I pull my car up so as not to get caught by the digger. It continues for a while and the way is now blocked.

I then try to proceed on foot, and I cannot get over the obstacle. On the other side of the valley again and that too is blocked.

I come back to a small snow-covered area and again the way is blocked by a collision of cars. I get in one car and drive it a bit. I get out and it continues on in automatic and it crashes into the pile of cars.

I am now at a large extensive house which is in the South-East. Someone warns me that the press has come for the celebrities. As I approach the house, I see the press photographers piling out of vehicles, chasing a celebrity.  I dodge round the back of the house.

As I do this I take off and soar into the sky. I am flying around the house and observing it from above. In the courtyard at the back there is a terrace and sat there is one of the journalists. I fly over him. He is sat in an ornate writing desk. I fly past again as he reaches for his camera. I land in the courtyard.

I walk towards where he is sitting and through some “Japanese” style doors. On the floor is an exquisitely carved oriental dragon. This is “my” place. The journalist comes over and points at the dragon which is beautiful and golden.

“This is the kimono-dragon the golden dragon”, he says.

“They are searching for the golden dragon {you}. Now you are it.”

I sit down next to the dragon and begin a meal with lacquer chopsticks and oriental bowls.

I replay the entire dream several times in my mind.

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This is allegedly a design for the battle flag of Owain ap Gruffydd, lord of Glyndyfrdwy or simply Owain Glyndŵr.

Here are two of my dragons and Avalokiteśvara.

Blind Indian Woman {Ganesh} Dream 27-06-2012

I am called to a large Indian house. It is expensively and tastefully decorated. I am bought in to see a young Indian woman who is connected up to all sorts of tubes. She is blind. I give her my arm and am introduced as Alan. She holds my arm tightly. We go for a walk. I am to guide her and can read her thoughts.

The family are all around and a man comes in. Everyone is surprised to see him. I ask why. There is no answer. She then tells me that he is her husband.

Everyone is getting ready for a formal ceremony / dance. Her sister asks me if I can dance. I say not much but I did do some martial arts {implying hope that I might be able}. Now holding the Indian woman by the arm, we progress to the front of the queue to talk with the religious man / guru there. As a part of the ceremony, we have to repeat his words. We do this in unison flawlessly. We then dance around in circles. Apparently, dancing was her job. With me, her now blind, we can do this. We progress for a while and then fall over. We get up and start again, covering the hall effortlessly.

The ceremony can now begin.

Dream ends.

When I read this this morning, I was immediately taken to my Dancing With Ganesh dream. It seems to me that this Indian woman opened the door for the incoming Ganesh theme.

Buddhism – Science – Museum Dream 02-06-2012

I am in a white building with a high ceiling. It is a place of learning perhaps a museum. Over to one side I see a young dark-haired man. He is wearing a pink polo shirt as am I. I start to speak to him of Buddhism in the West. This piques his interest. I say that more Tulkus are incarnating here. This piques his interest even more. He says that a part of his research is regarding Buddhism. His job at the museum is to do with this. It is also to do with the relationship between science and religion. He takes me back behind the scenes in the museum. As we walk, I tell him that I am an ex-science academic from Imperial College. This piques his interest even more. I comment that is it not a coincidence that we are similarly dressed in pink polo shirts? His eyes start to show some blue in them, a subtle glow.

We walk into his offices just as his female supervisor is leaving. I am not sure if I should shake hands with her or not. She walks past in any case.

Next, I am wandering around the museum, in the areas where people, the public, do not go. I come across a young woman who has her face painted in vibrant colours. The painting is of things like feathers arranged in a circle around her left eye. It is stunning. We walk off together.

Soon I am standing on a lawn. It is in a dip with a ridge around it about 5-10 metres away.  There are some colonnades. On the ridge are some people including the young man and the painted woman.

I am talking to them about the spread of Buddhism to the West. I am walking as I talk. The people are all staff at the museum. A dark-haired Russian girl who is of some considerable intellectual prowess tells the others to listen to what I am saying, it is right.

Behind me two men, one with white hair, are walking along the path. They hear what I am saying but because they know me from a science context they cannot “accept” it. It is a non sequitur to them.

Dream ends.

Dreams 2012 – Deceit, Slander, Behind My Back and Attack

I have not long finished reading my 2012 journal and amongst the more mystical, some of which I may put up here, there are numerous examples of dreams in which I am being warned of the deceitful behaviour of people who I know well.

There are dreams in which people like my ex-wife spread slanderous rumours about me. Dreams in which I see people {including family} doing sneaky things which they know I don’t approve of behind my back. What is striking is the number of dreams in which people known to me attack me physically. In nearly all cases the blows have no impact on me, instead the attacker hurts his or herself by striking me. But there is another one in which I am carrying a stab wound caused by these negative and aggressive thought forms directed at me.

Things which people perhaps imagine hidden from me are revealed in some of these dreams.

It is pretty weird to read that kind of stuff on a bright June day, all that intrigue.

Glowing Skelton – Third Universe Dream 17-11-2012

Here are some excerpts from what was a lengthy dreaming sequence.

Against a dark backdrop I see an image of myself. I am superimposed upon a glowing skeleton which has pink, fluorescent blood vessels. It is living. The two images or my normal body and the skeleton pulse back and forth in precedence. I am become death the destroyer of worlds.

In the dream I wonder if this is a harbinger of my own death. It is not it has only symbolic value…

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I know that the world of this dream in an intermediate world between life and death.

I am shown three worlds as three circles / spheres and written upon each world in dripping pink lettering are the following:

The world of starving Spirits

The world of the Hungry Ghosts

The world of the in between.

I know in the dream that this current universe is the third manifested universe and to understand the true nature of Bardo and Karma I will need to expand my consciousness so that it can stretch backwards to the times of previous universal manifestations. This will be a part of my training.

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This from 18th May 2012 was more of a vision and seems related to this so I have appended it here:

I see a scene with four “men” dressed in different pastel-coloured robes breaking through into consciousness. They are “pastel” blue, pink, yellow and white, which are mildly and softly radiant.

They are waiting for me on the beach. Their facial features are not easily discernible. They are the four Lords of Karma, the Lipika Lords.

Moderna, Snakes and 2011 Dreams.

We went to the doctor today and we shall be having our first dose of the Moderna mRNA vaccine on Monday. She has advised us to take a paracetamol before vaccination. I also have a dermatologist appointment to check if the lesion on my left hand is a basal cell carcinoma or not. I have already have two removed from my face, the benefits of a Southern Hemisphere childhood. That hand was struck by ultraviolet laser beams over twenty years ago now. UV is known to mess with the DNA. I get to see the colon cancer specialist end of July for my 8th colonoscopy and will get the carcinoembryonic antigen test done before then. Six years since the removal of my tumour now. The doctor said that I should inform anyone genetically linked closely to me to get tested for colon cancer. No lecture about booze levels today, I may still be teacher’s pet for giving up smoking.

The R squared value for an exponential fit to UK covid data has risen to 0.86 today suggesting that it is getting pretty darned exponential.

Saw the grass snake yesterday it was in the pond. I was doing my usual circumambulation and startled it, which startled me. It swam into the centre of the pond and then turned and set its beady eyes on me. I stood eye to eye for a while. It is the Natrix Helvetica one. It swam to the side when I was far enough away and went to hide under the overhang. I went to get the wife to have a look. But when we got back there was no sign of it.

It is pretty weird reading all those dreams from 2011. If dreams can in anyway be seen as “evidence” many of them are pointing at me being a fully severed three pronged nagal. A friend asked me does that help you in getting liberated. I said nah, just means that I am even more detached than most. A running thread is that there are two threads, Toltec and Buddhist.

There are few more corkers in the remaining journals. Some I have completely forgotten about indeed one suggesting that I had a number of Egyptian lives. Next few books should take me up to 2014-15 where I started keeping digital records and archives.

I wonder are there any other significant dreams which I have missed.

Time for a glass to help with the pizza making…

Hmnn…

Battenburg – Synthesis – Configuration Dream 13-11-2011

Here is as excerpt from a much longer dream a so-called four pager.

There is a steep incline / cliff. I climb over the fence with my laptop and start to descend the cliff. The cliff starts to give way and I surf with it to the bottom. I am now in a dry riverbed. There is only a small amount of water. I follow the river under the motorway to a place where two rivers join. The is a black forest style house there. I go into the house. There is a fire burning on the hearth.

There is a small wooden chair. It has a solid back with two cut out shapes. I sit on the chair. It is someone else’s chair. I get up and sit on another chair. I put the other person’s chair up on a bed so that I can get a better look at it. As I do so I bang heads with whoever is on the chair. Slowly a cat materializes on the chair, and we start to have a conversation. There are a series of puzzles for me to solve in the house.

Out of the ceiling a construction comprising wooden squares suspended by string materializes forming a tunnel. I am to go up this tunnel. I start but because of the breadth of my shoulders I get temporarily stuck. At this point I can see a seminar where people are looking at a screen and there is an overhead projector projecting transparencies on the wall. People are sat around the table trying to understand the codes in the transparencies. I make my way to the back of the room and ask if the projector is in focus. The guy projecting adjusts the focus in and out. Those watching can’t solve the first riddle. I note that the first clue suddenly resolves into:

” SYNTHESIS”

We move on and a piece of Battenburg cake comprising four squares of yellow and pink appears.

It cuts itself into three equal sections roughly centred at the middle. I know that I am like the cake cut into three equal sections. This is my configuration.

I continue on, cognizant of the theme “needing to solve puzzles.

Dream ends.

La Maison Dieu – Triskélion Dream 05-05-2011

During the night there was a spectacular lightning and thunder show. First a couple of flashes then two huge flashes so bright that they could be seen inside a curtained room through closed eyelids. The thunder of the first flash was extremely loud and right on top of us. The second one was a few seconds away. It was totally energizing.

Then the visual Image of Liberation Through the Power of Intent – La Maison Dieu

I had a short dream and then dream after dream of La Maison Dieu, over and over. The notion was it was not for me. I was even composing poetry about it in the dream.

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Now I am like Jason Bourne. I have been asleep and bighting my tongue. It is sore and bleeding a little though I am unconcerned by this. Ahead of me is a wheel shaped like this.

The arms are of an iridescent deep red and an iridescent gold.

I am attached to the wheel, and it is a part of me. The wheel starts to revolve, and I merge with the wheel moving through space and time, spinning.