Dream Analysis – More Thoughts

The opening scene is a vast laboratory, an experiment, from which one can get a “helicopter” view. The gift is the Tektronix scope or in other words 10, the ten. Some kind of new cycle is beginning but I must be aware of old traps and behaviour. The quality required is impeccability. {Wolfgang is some kind of courier, he is bringing this, he was my “sidekick”.} There is a sense of scope as well as oscilloscope and a hint at the need for simplicity {slimmed down}. Some sense of stability comes out of completion 9. Completing is in the act of completion just as the new cycle begins. The “energies” are too high frequency for the mundane scope. {BC is also a courier probably in the South or West}

Everyone is sleeping, I see the club of Bodhisattva where we/I go/am going. I go seeking for some spiritual nourishment of a very high-quality from all around the world. Which I store safely for later.

I have crystallised power or knowledge in my possession. It is stored safely{Swiss} in my bank.

Am I the one who through my own strength gets others to wake from their slumber within the context of their desire for freedom {drinking}?

I had better hurry to find the personal key to access my bank of knowledge. There are deep implications in this act. I need to be more fluid and have confidence in my abilities.

The temptations of groovy science kit and money have gotten in the way before and I have been side-tracked by them. Watch out for this again!

Date of dream is 2nd of July.

2 – need for humility and understanding or Symbol of Destiny.

7 is guidance or need for guidance.

Given the dream context this is perhaps guidance on my destiny.

Dune Sayings and Quotes

No matter how exotic human civilisation becomes, no matter the developments of life and society nor the complexity of the machine /  human interface, there always come interludes of lonely power when the course of humankind, the very future of humankind, depends upon the relatively simple actions of single individuals.

The prophet is not diverted by illusions of past, present and future. The fixity of language determines such linear distinctions. Prophets hold a key to the lock in language. The mechanical image remains only an image to them. This is not a mechanical universe. The linear progression of events is imposed by the observer. Cause and effect? That’s not it at all. The prophet utters fateful words. You glimpse a things “destined to occur”. But the prophetic instant releases something of infinite portent and power. The universe undergoes a ghostly shift. The wise prophet conceals actuality behind shimmering labels. The uninitiated then believe the prophetic language is ambiguous. The listener distrusts the prophetic messenger. Instinct tells you how the utterance blunts the power of such words. The best prophets lead you up to the curtain and let you peer through it yourself.

The realisation of what I am occurs in the timeless awareness which does not accumulate nor discard, which does not stimulate or delude. I create a field without self or centre, a field where even death becomes an analogy. I desire no results. I merely permit this field which has no goals nor desires, no perfections nor even visions of achievements. In that field, omnipresent primal awareness is all. It is the light which pours through the windows of my universe.

The singular multiplicity of the universe draws my deepest attention. It is a thing of ultimate beauty.

Some never participate. Life happens to them. They get by on little more than dumb persistence and resist with anger or violence all that might lift them out of resentment filled illusions of security.

Ready comprehension is often a knee jerk response and the most dangerous form of understanding. It blinks an opaque screen over your ability to learn. The judgemental precedents of law function that way, littering your path with dead ends. Understand nothing. All comprehension is temporary.

Humans are born with a susceptibility to that most persistent and debilitating disease of intellect: self deception. The best of all possible worlds and the worst get their dramatic colouration from it. As nearly as we can determine there is no natural immunity. Constant alertness is required.

Many things we do naturally become difficult only when we try to make them intellectual subjects. It is possible to know so much about a subject that you become totally ignorant.

The writing of history is largely a process of diversion. Most historical accounts distract attention from the secret influences behind great events.

A Fremen dies when he is too long from the desert. We call this the water sickness.

The future of prescience cannot always be locked into the rules of the past. The threads of existence tangle according to many unknown laws. Prescient future insists on its own rules. It will not conform to the ordering of the Zensunni nor of science. Prescience builds a relative integrity. It demands the work of this instant, always warning that you cannot weave every thread into the fabric of the past.

Church and state, scientific reason and faith, the individual and his community, even progress and tradition- all these can be reconciled in the teachings of Muad’Dib. He taught us that there exists no intransigent opposites except in the beliefs of man. Anyone can rip aside the veil of Time. You can discover the future in the past or in your own imagination. Doing this you win back your consciousness in your inner being. You know then that the universe is a coherent whole and you are indivisible from it.

It is said of Muad’Dib that once when he saw a weed trying to grow between two rocks, he moved one of the rocks. Later, when the weed was seen to be flourishing, he covered it with the remaining rock. “That was its fate,” he explained.

–The Commentaries

You will learn the integrated communication methods as you complete the next step in your mental education. This is a gestalten function which will overlay data paths in your awareness, resolving complexities and masses of input from the mentat index-catalogue techniques which you have already mastered. Your initial problem will be the breaking tensions arising from the divergent assembly of minutiae/data on specialized subjects. Be warned. Without mentat overlay integration, you can be immersed in the Babel Problem, which is the label we give to the omnipresent dangers of achieving wrong combinations from accurate information.

–The Mentat Handbook

If you believe certain words, you believe their hidden arguments. When you believe something is right or wrong, true or false, you believe the assumptions in the words which express the arguments. Such assumptions are often full of holes, but remain most precious to the convinced.

–The Open-Ended Proof from The Panoplia Prophetica

Above all else, the mentat must be a generalist, not a specialist. It is wise to have decisions of great moment monitored by generalists. Experts and specialists lead you quickly into chaos. They are a source of useless nit-picking, the ferocious quibble over a comma. The mentat-generalist, on the other hand, should bring to decision-making a healthy common sense. He must not cut himself off from the broad sweep of what is happening in his universe. He must remain capable of saying: “There’s no real mystery about this at the moment. This is what we want now. It may prove wrong later, but we’ll correct that when we come to it.” The mentat-generalist must understand that anything which we can identify as our universe is merely a part of larger phenomena. But the expert looks backward; he looks into the narrow standards of his own specialty. The generalist looks outward; he looks for living principles, knowing full well that such principles change, that they develop. It is to the characteristics of change itself that the mentat-generalist must look. There can be no permanent catalogue of such change, no handbook or manual. You must look at it with as few preconceptions as possible, asking yourself: “Now what is this thing doing?”

–The Mentat Handbook

The universe is just there; that’s the only way a Fedaykin can view it and remain the master of his senses. The universe neither threatens nor promises. It holds things beyond our sway: the fall of a meteor, the eruption of a spiceblow, growing old and dying. These are the realities of this universe and they must be faced regardless of how you feel about them. You cannot fend off such realities with words. They will come at you in their own wordless way and then, then you will understand what is meant by “life and death.” Understanding this, you will be filled with joy.

–Muad’Dib to his Fedaykin

At the age of fifteen, he had already learned silence.

–from “A Child’s History of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

Many have marked the speed with which Muad’Dib learned the necessities of Arrakis. The Bene Gesserit, of course, know the basis of this speed. For the others, we can say that Muad’Dib learned rapidly because his first training was in how to learn. And the first lesson of all was the basic trust that he could learn. It’s shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult. Muad’Dib knew that every experience carries its lesson.

–from “The Humanity of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct. This every sister of the Bene Gesserit knows. To begin your study of the life of Muad’Dib, then, take care that you first place him in his time: born in the 57th year of the Padishah Emperor, Shaddam IV. And take the most special care that you locate Muad’Dib in his place: the planet Arrakis. Do not be deceived by the fact that he was born on Caladan and lived his first fifteen years there. Arrakis, the planet known as Dune, is forever his place.

–from “Manual of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

My father once told me that respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. “Something cannot emerge from nothing,” he said. This is profound thinking if you understand how unstable “the truth” can be.

–from “Conversations with Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

Prophecy and prescience–How can they be put to the test in the face of the unanswered questions? Consider: How much is actual prediction of the “wave form” (as Muad’Dib referred to his vision-image) and how much is the prophet shaping the future to fit the prophecy? What of the harmonics inherent in the act of prophecy? Does the prophet see the future or does he see a line of weakness, a fault or cleavage that he may shatter with words or decisions as a diamond-cutter shatters his gem with a blow of a knife?


–“Private Reflections on Muad’Dib” by the princess Irulan

God created Arrakis to train the faithful.

–from “The Wisdom of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

Dreams and Karma

The first thing to say on this subject is that many have a difficult relationship with sleep; they have difficulty nodding off, they don’t get enough sleep or they get too much. Many worry about sleep and others about the dreams therein. The second thing to say about this is that dreams (and visions) underpin and are a part of, many widely followed world religions. In the relaxed, at ease and stress free western world, many are wont to say;

“It was only a dream…”

Dreaming is natural. Everyone does it. Not everyone recalls their dreams. There are lots of opinions about dreams ranging from psychosexual, mystical, horror stories to space cadetry. Some are entirely conscious that they are dreaming when they are dreaming. For most people dreaming is a place where the problems of the day are gone over and filed. This dreaming is not deep dreaming nor true dreaming. It is internal dialogue, carried over into sleep.

Dreaming however can be of great aid in understanding Karma. It can advise on the past, encouraging one to review life to date. It can point at how to work with the Karma of the present and the time around that. It can guide to future fate and even destiny. Some dreams are very powerful and have implications wider than the indiviudal who dreamed them.

Dreams concerning fate and destiny are by way of signposts to a possibility opening in the web of life. It does not mean that the dream will actually manifest, that depends upon actions taken. Sometimes dreams of the future play out near verbatim.

Working with dreams can lead you to some very interesting places. BUT you have to listen to them AND act upon them. In order to start to work with dreams you need discipline. This sets the INTENT and allows dreaming to start to work in a different way.

Learning to dream true, takes time.

Those suffering from the burden of immediacy find it very difficult to adjust to the timescales of dreaming. Being ever in a hurry the dreaming cannot manifest nor coalesce.

That part of being which transmigrates between lifetimes is the Dreamer. This is the Soul or reincarnating Jiva. The vehicle into which it incarnates, including its personality, is the Dreamed.

The Dreamer chooses where it incarnates into. It does this to work directly with Karma.

All through life the Dreamer overshadows the Dreamed and whispers over its shoulder. It wants the Dreamed to get busy working with Karma. The Dreamed is often deaf, deluded and downright stubborn. The Dreamer has no option left other than to “ramp things up” until such time as the Dreamed starts to pay attention. It does this through dreaming both at night time and by dreaming in life circumstance for the Dreamed to work with. If it so chooses the Dreamer can precipitate a point of crisis for the Dreamed.

The Dreamer wants to drive the vehicle, the Dreamed resists. This can cause the car to crash!

It is with eyes closed that we can hear the whispers of our Dreamer the most easily. Unless you can still and silence the internal dialogue, you will never hear these whispers. There is no space amongst all that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!

An intelligent being seeks to work with Karma. A stupid one ignores this.

Learning to Dream True is one of the quickest and most efficient ways of working with Karma. For Dreams, if you like, give the lesson plan from which to work. The exercises are set by your own inner teacher, the Dreamer. They are bespoke and tailored for you and you alone. This 1:1 teaching is quick, profound and effective.

If you learn to Dream True your life will unfold in unexpected ways. You will see beyond the facade of social conditioning and be introduced to the many layers of life which exist beyond the mundane and the 9:5.

Dreaming True is the adventure which ends in liberation.

Having said this there are many cul-de-sacs which glitter and sparkle with glamour. There are very many lost in these. All things Astral shine like stars to the glamoured beings. The personality, the Dreamed, loves baubles and trinkets. The Dreamer sighs heavily in frustration.

A large part of Dreaming True is very simple.

This is the truth and because it points at simple things to do with behaviour and attitude, it is often disregarded. There needs to be work done in order to learn from Karma. People are often lazy.

The Dreamer requires the Dreamed to experience discomfort and hence, learning.

It is exactly here where many give up on the idea of working with dreams. Whilst things are pillow fluffy and exciting, dreaming is OK. When the Dreamer says CHANGE! most give up the ghost or rather give up on the ghost. They try to forget their dreams and frustrate their Dreamer. This is Self-Sabotage, the SELF tries to sabotage the Soul!! This causes discomfort and tension in being. There is no happiness, no sense of being whole. There is a civil war going on in being. This state of civil war abounds and as a direct consequence, humanity suffers.

Who is driving my vehicle, my personality, my EGO, or my Soul?

Why Karmic Destination?

This is the opening page from one of my other older blogs.

Each second of our lives we are shaping both the present and the future by our thoughts, our words and our deeds. We are Karma in the act of manifestation. We are shaping our destiny, hence we are engaged in DESTINATION; the act of making destiny.

Each life are we born again into this world to live out a fate which is a part of our destiny; destiny being comprised of all the fates we have.

Our actions have causal links to all that has gone before; they are effected by these causes. Our Karma is the palette from which we paint our lives. We can try to work against this or use it creatively. If we have an unfinished masterpiece we can abandon it in a huff or get busy.

The purpose of each life is evolution and we are born with the tools we need for every life. This is because we choose the circumstances of our birth precisely, in order to fulfill our fate for a given lifetime and in so doing, take one step closer towards our destiny.

Through working with or against Karma we are actively engaged in DESTINATION.

Secret Garden / Princess Dream 4-3-21 – Worked Up

Here is this morning’s dream, it was very vivid.

I am walking in our current garden {open areas – freedom or fear of taking the gap to freedom maybe greenery = need for practicality} as it is and stumble upon a wooden door {possibility} in a stone wall {barrier?}. The door does not exist in our physical plane garden. I reach down into the pocket of my combat trousers and take out the set of keys {Answer(s) or solution to}. I try the keys in the lock and one of them opens the door {the keys work}. I step through the door {the possibility opens up} and close {noted} it behind me.

I am now in a magnificent Italianate garden, {beautiful open view of the world – freedom?} with stonework, and beautifully created flower {beauty or need for} beds. It has the feel of northern {north not significant as it was my added description} Italy, of Lago Maggiore. There are carved stone flowerpots and trellises with flowers {repeated beauty} growing over them. Up ahead is an ornate building which seems unoccupied, the wooden shutters are closed {fancy view of the world, fancy but closed}. I go up to that building and again try the keys {Answer(s) or solution to}. The door {possibility} opens and I enter. I open {open the view of the world, let some light in} the shutters, and this reveals a well-appointed ground floor appartement {view of the world} which now looks out onto the sea {life in general}. I understand that we own this. It is a part of the property we purchased from Mr T. {Mr T’s name rhymes with Tarot and whenever he pops up so does some Tarot related theme.} I think we might be able to rent this out. I might also be able to write here.

I see a door {possibility} which appears to lead nowhere. I again try the key {Answer(s) or solution to} and it opens on to an ornate staircase. I climb the staircase {the need to recognise and eradicate separativeness ; or need to reconcile apparently opposing concepts} and there is another well-appointed appartement, bigger and grander than the one downstairs. I find a room laid out with a drawing table, for technical drawing. On it is a very fine white {peace of need for peace} cloth envelope. I pick this up and see that there is a message {literally some kind of message a bit like a secret mission which is an indication of destiny??} inside for me. It is written in blue {humility and understanding and occasionally destiny} copperplate {sense of elegance} and I decide to open it later. I look around the apartment and see that Mr T. {tarot} has left many catering supplies from the party he gave just before he departed.

I hear a knock on the apartment door {possibility}. I go down to investigate and it is the estate agent who is showing around a potential client. The estate agent is female, my age, and has with her a young beautiful woman with long dark hair {In the past my dreamer used to a appear as a woman with long dark hair but she was always my age. Dreamer??}. The agent is explaining that because of the pandemic she isn’t doing rentals but if we discuss things with the owner, we might be able to agree on something. I nod in agreement.

I show them to the room where the supplies are. The young woman now has a young boy with her, a toddler. I offer him some chicken crisps {not real food} at which the woman says no he mustn’t. I find some grapes {personal power}, and these are ok. He eats {desire for spiritual nourishment} a few. The estate agent has left. The young woman kisses {need for strength or lack fear of strength, the sense is that she needs strength from me} me on the lips, and I pull away. I say that I am married.

I spend the night with the young woman in the same bed as her and the boy. I am naked {I have no clothes, no self-image or view of the world.} and they are clothed. As dawn{new} approaches, I go to the window and look out over the see. I put on a pair of skimpy underpants which have the word FREEDOM {noted and it was upper case} written on them. Out of the window {vision or idealism} I can see the seashore {life in general}., the sea and some rocks. I see a bright orange/red blob {cunning / need to be shrewd mixed with violence of need to fight? Not sure colour is the point here} unfurl its wings like a phoenix {mythical beast = power or magic}. It flies {desire for freedom, opportunity for freedom} over to near the window. The bird like object lands and amidst the feathers it has the face of a black {totality need for wholeness} man. It asks me if I am with “the princess” {nothing derogatory about this the man is protective of her and she is royal to him}. I say yes because now I know that that is what she is. He says that all will be well and that I must first come with him.

I go to leave and again the princess tries to kiss {need for strength or lack fear of strength, the sense is that she needs strength from me} me. I pull away. Although I am tempted, I know that to have sex {heterosexual sex is desire for intelligent cooperation / fear of domination there is a sense of cooperation but the time is not yet I have something to do with the phoenix dude first} with her is not the reason she has found me. She asks me will I return to them. I say that yes but first I must go.

Dream ends.

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“In ancient Greek folklore, a phoenix (/ˈfiːnɪks/; Ancient Greek: φοῖνιξ, phoînix) is a long-lived bird that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again. Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor. Some legends say it dies in a show of flames and combustion, others that it simply dies and decomposes before being born again.”

When I awoke, I was taken to this image which I took while having a fire ceremony over a decade ago.

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First comment when taken with yesterday’s dream with the electrical discharge it is safe to hypothesise that power, the spirit, the nagal is up to something.

Second comment the circumstance of us buying “the big house” in the village from Mr T. were mightily full of various synchronicities. I am still waiting to discern the purpose behind the purchase which was the smoothest one I have ever made.

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There is a strong sensation of timing to this dream.

By accident I will stumble upon a possibility which I have the solution for. This opens the door to further possibilities. This will expand and beautify my view of the world in several stages via further possibilities to which I also have a solution. I may have to open someone else’s mind.

I will be left a clue to my destiny. It is possible that I will meet someone who has need of me and is fated so to do. {There are other things that Mr. T has left us a legacy yet to be revealed.} There is a lot to do with freedom in this dream, in the sense that I have it.

Power has something instore for me which I need to cooperate with.

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Ancillary question:

Am I to rise from the ashes in some way?

Espions, faites vos jeux.

on the wheel of rebirth

pick a number

roll a ball.

Faites vos jeux!

 

play out your fate

before is too late

and a finger taps,

calling “Time”

 

a roulette of chance

the music of dance

an hourglass figure

is counting, only sand

 

who can own life,

lest poised on a knife,

scaling a balance?

every second weighs

 

only a little wheel

in a circle surreal

in which you are

of course, the centre

 

if the galaxies knew

that it is, around you

where they must pivot

and, sur les pointes

 

if you get all in a spin

because you want a win

you have not the perspective

of a cosmic detective

 

live in your puddle

and forever a muddle

affirm you are right

until your last night

 

on the wheel of rebirth

pick a number

roll a ball.

Faites vos jeux!!

Fête

Amongst the idée fixe

incroyable Jack

puts on his Mac

and searches in the rain

 

He sits down with Jenny

to spin out a penny

a coat of tales

that might turn heads

 

They think him Montgolfier

a puffed up balloon

filled with airs and graces

a powdered buffoon

 

But fair miss Clotho the Fate

still turns at her spindle

spick and span to allocate

all those Cunard berths

 

Sitting in Versailles

at his triptych of glass

he sees dressing table reflections

of all the days yet to pass

 

He is all powdered wigs

and syphilis sores

tolerated and yawned

by all those he bores

 

And now his Lepidoptera life

has grown death as a moth

despite all the naptha

they put in with the cloth

 

Lachesis takes up her Toise

to measure standard yards

as he sings his soliloquy

to his image, deafened  by cards

 

The ones he drew on lucky dip Lotto

to experience the exponential silence

with all the longevity of coffins

and its harsh and unbending violence

 

Yet now the apropos of Atropos

stands with scissors and knife

she waits for that moment

to cut short the darn of his  life

 

Strung out on a wire

a simple hanger for clothes

bent and moulded

and darkened with woes

 

Incroyable Jack feels it so

that sharp asymptote of today

spans the vast chasms of tomorrow

No, no matter what he does say

 

And while they all sit to split hairs

none has heard a single his breath

which goes round all 45s

a Colt, the last cylinder death

 

Life throws him googlies all Impatiens

where the every last of desiccated dreams

is petal pressed between pages and bound

and stitched and ironed in all of the seams

 

And now his garment

has near worn away

The Moirae are happy

and turn off the candle of day

 

Incroyable Jack packs up his bags

no Euromillions for him

just a penury and a poorhouse

to take square on the chin

 

And when the Acheron calls

out comes both his last shillings

to pay for his little terminal trip

and now Oh Boy, is he man, willing

 

The dice that he long ago cast

were not ever meant to long last

so now incroyable Jack finally leaves

and still no, not one, no-one, believes

Strange Calm

Here pervades in Autumn sun

dressed in filigree bird song

and the haze of meadowsweet,

a light serene in the fields

 

A strange calm

 

The faint buzz of chainsaws

prepares logs for winter hearths

and I remember when they called

called at dinner time

 

A strange calm

 

Hints perhaps at journeys new

the shiver in my belly

has now passed with the letters

eased out my fingers

 

A strange calm

 

Waits here and around the corner

in a far off land

should eyes but see and hear,

fate will take another bow

 

A strange calm

 

A most peculiar life to date

and as sure as sixpence

this is so very true.

What does that fletcher have in store?

 

A strange calm

 

As the arrows are prepared,

points are sharpened

and they are feathered for flight

then put in quivers to be cosy

 

A strange calm

 

Soon the sun will kiss the sky

all perfect pink and rosy

and when the stars have gone abed

the morning star will usher

a new day

 

and it will not find me

where this one left me

 

A strange calm