Prodigal Son – Rastafari Dream 10-01-22

Here is one of my three dreaming segments from last night…

I am sat with others in a circle on small individual chairs. The feeling is like some kind of group discussion / therapy. We are discussing the prodigal son. Fi gets up and says that the parable is all about profligacy and sin. She maintains that the son in question is wasteful and does not respect material things. I say that the prodigal son sees the lack of value amongst the material things after his many incarnations. He develops humility and is no longer drawn to the earthly. Hence, he returns to the father, the source. Nevertheless, normal humanity sees only the materiality and deeply resents the prodigal for wasting that to which they are attached.

A little while later I am walking through the centre and bump into a Rastafarian who is younger than me and has bright shiny eyes. He asks if I am the dude who defended the prodigal son? Yes. He asks if I know the true meaning of Melchizedek. Yes. I explain to him that for quite a while I was drawn to Rastafarian mysticism. He asks me to lend him a cd. I go over to my pile. We are now somehow in Brixton. I explain to him that I used to live here a long while ago. I shuffle through my CDs and find Prodigal Son by Steel Pulse. Jah Rastafari.

I move around the centre and am broadly accepted by everyone there. Words has gotten around about me. I try to leave the centre and follow a winding spiral staircase which goes through various flats. I arrive at a back door. I open it and step outside. Now I am being chased by a young black guy. I stop and say, “hit me if you wish. I meant no harm.” He considers this for a moment and then says, “nah, just don’t do it again.” He walks off.

In the dream I know that this is advising me that although the familiar is tempting going back to old haunts does not really work.

Dream ends.

Dalai Lama-Karmapa-Gandalf Dream 16-12-21

On top of everything else I have just had this whopper of a dream.

I am sat in a fairly sparse room somewhere in Northern India. It is one of the outbuildings to the complex of the Dalai Lama’s residence. I know this dream to be deep into Vajrayana and so I am already anticipating that things will get a little strange.  I go to the door of the building and a small red model car pulls up. It is like an open top version of a modern VW beetle. The car is just big enough for one and the exterior is a very vibrant deep red. The inside is a very dark black. I know the car to be remote controlled. I am being summoned.

I get in the car, and it sets off. It drives me around the building and then up a very steep and very prolonged staircase which it glides up. It then makes a sharp turn and heads into a building. It takes me into a room in which seated in meditation is the Dalai Lama. I get out of the car, and it vanishes.

The Dalai Lama then says, “we have been wondering what to do with you. Please take a stroll with me.” I accompany him outside and there is a tower like structure in front of us. Near the top there are a pair of white feathered wings. He says, “they are yours; you know. Go get them.”

Instead of climbing up the tower I simply will them down into my hands. I hold them and I integrate them after which they disappear visually, but I know I have embodied them.

The Dalai Lama then berates me a little for being too cooperative and nice. He says that I am too apologetic.

He says that a man must have personality and presence in order to succeed.

In the distance inside his enclosure there are a number of wolves and a male from that enclosure is looking directly at me from a distance. We lock eye to eye.

I then say, “the Dalai Lama is sixth ray?”

“Yes, ask me and you shall be told…”

I think to my self that this is unexpected, a six ray Dalai Lama. Then on reflection why not. Why else would he keep coming back?

We re-enter a building and there are now a number of monks around. One of them is spilling milk on the floor. He is making quite a mess.

We enter the Dalai Lama’s room, and he tells me to clean up the mess. He hands me a small rug. I go to the room and instead of doing it myself I tell one of the others to clean up which he does.

The monks come in and start to kick me.

I sit down, cross legged, now dressed as a Tibetan monk. I put my hands into the thumb touching mudra and start to meditate. The monks and their blows disappear.

I then find myself dressed normally in a room full of monks. They are all sat around a throne upon which sits the Dalai Lama. I am sat next to a young boy dressed in robes and with a shaven head.

He says, “do you know who I am?”

“Yes, you are the Karmapa.”

“Do you know who I am?

“Yes, you are the one we call Gandalf. Will you help me?”

“Yes, in any way I can”

We both adopt the hand position of offering and touch our foreheads together.

I awake and think that after a dream drought and with everything else going on that was a veritable whopper.

Red is the need to fight

Car is state of Awareness

Staircase going up – the need to recognise and eradicate separtiveness ; or the need to reconcile apparently oposing concepts

White is peace or need for peace.

Three Golden Crosses Dream 18-06-2009 & Sketch of the Toltec Temple Precint

From “The Shadows of Wolf Fire” by Theun Mares

Three Golden Crosses / Caretaker of Knowledge Dream 18-06-2009

The dream starts with a vison of three golden and radiant crosses spaced equally on a golden-sun-like orb with a golden radiance.

I am then walking along beside a river dressed in my Yukata with some loose change in my hand. I come upon a family, and they are wondering about falling in the river. They have some shoes and I say that the ones with the heels are the best. Don’t worry about falling in the river you are very far from any waterfalls and the water is cool and refreshing.

The woman wonders if I am holding something back as all the gossip says I say that no I am not.

Then I am in the Science Museum. I am caretaker. What better place for me than to be the caretaker of knowledge. I go into a room and there are some beautiful postcards of Buddha.

I here deep melodious voices:

“We knew when you first came into being all those millions of years ago that this is how you would always live.  A life full of compassion and that you would always be a little mis-understood. A beautiful thing and that you would always do this for evermore.”

Dream ends.

From “The Shadows of Wolf Fire” by Theun Mares

This was my meditation log on the same day:

I had been exploring the Toltec Temple Precinct for a number of months…I can hold this thought form entire in my consciousness.

Boston Figurine dream 31-10-21

Here is the third of this morning’s dreams. It is a little more mundane.

I am sat on the large open space of grass in our garden looking down towards the pond. There is a flexible wooden structure made of pine floating on the pond. It is getting blown about and “flapping” in the wind. I think that it needs some cross struts to reinforce it.

I go to the veranda which now looks like one of the wooden verandas we used to have in Australia. I sit down and construct some wooden struts out of a light-coloured wood these are about 50cm long. I take these and somehow without getting wet fit them to the wooden structure.

The dream shifts to Boston Massachusetts. In one of the old, large stone buildings there someone is reading out a will. They find that I have been left something in the will. A letter is dispatched to me telling me to expect some inheritance.

I receive this letter. I assume that I may use the inheritance to finish my wooden construction.

Next, I am speaking to D and R in London. I mention that I have just made an assumption. They both comment that they are prone to making assumptions and that in many cases those assumptions have been very wrong indeed.

I am back here in France. I receive a carboard box in which there is a finely woven hessian bag. I pull out the bag and place it on the floor. I pull out an exquisite blue and white pottery sculpture of a head. It is about half the size of my fist. It of a historical female, maybe 17-18th century. I instinctively know that it is a Limoges figurine. In the bag amongst the packing straw there are around 20-30 other heads just like this one. They are all exquisite.

I hold up the figurine and wonder how come?

I am reminded of the time when we saw the painted porcelain Tarot deck in an antique shop in central Vienna.

Dream ends.

Otz Chiim – 8 Harmony Dream 31-10-21

I’ll make a comment that this dream is almost impossible to verbalize and that it pertains to the lightning strike of manifestation as is pictured in the diagram below.

I am very, very far into an alternate state of awareness. I know myself to be at the point of manifesting. {Represented by the dotted line.} All of a sudden, a sphere is manifested which very quickly differentiates into two more planetary like objects. They are all radiant yet nebulous and formless.

The downward motion pauses.

Then the third sphere morphs into the fourth on the right-hand side of the descent. It is a radiant sunny sphere reminiscent of the baby of Teletubbies. I know that this is a very unstable stage. Something “eats” this sphere to produce another which rapidly morphs into what I know to be the sixth sphere. This is stable. {The jewel six if the jewel of the Man of Action and choosing between the old and the new.}

The process goes on through two more spheres and stops at the eighth sphere which is intricately carved in wood. It has the properties of earth and represents the stage of stability. In the dream I know this to be the courier to the Man of Action and his jewel, harmony through conflict.

Dream ends.

Golden Coin – Harry Potter Dream 22-10-21

Here is this morning’s dream, brief but possibly significant.

I am sat on a chair at my desk typing. M, a relative, walks up to me and hands me a memorial coin, freshly minted. She insists that I have it. I know it to be a golden £2 sovereign. It is very heavily embossed and there are designs and writing on it. Even though I know it to be gold it looks like a bluish metallic colour. I turn it over in my hands, it is about six centimetres in diameter. It morphs into a circular touch screen tablet of around 80cm diameter which suspends itself in space. The tablet contains all anyone could ever want to know about the world of Harry Potter. It has drop down menus, about scripts, the whole film set, fan information, spells and history. I activate several of these to check they work. I do this by touching the screen with the index finger of my left hand and of my right hand. The menu scrolls down and then up.

The sensation is very much like this:

Dream ends:

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Money is crystallised power

2 is the need for humility and understanding sometimes destiny

Gold is the Nagal / spirit

Harry Potter is magic / power.

index finger – perception of other’s relationship to me

left feeling

right rational / logical

Rhondda – Y Ddraig Aur (Golden Dragon) Dream – 06-10-21

Last night we attended our second Breton class and as we arrived there were two crows circling above the venue. We are in Bro Dreger {Tregor} and part of what stimulated the move was the prevalence of this flag at a festival one night in Landreger in 2019.

This is the second dream from last night and because of the symbolism, it is probably significant.

I hear on the news that there has been a strange happening in Wales in which a row of terraced houses has been painted black. I “go” to see it. It is in the upper reaches of Trealaw Road. I arrive / land on the opposite side of the street and note that the black terrace is very close to where my maternal great grandfather John Parry Jones lived with his family when they moved down from North Wales. It is near where there is a path to a footbridge over the Rhondda River to Tonypandy. I decide to walk over the bridge and travel by train back to Gravesend.

As I cross the river, I am about to enter a shopping centre precinct, I notice a young woman coming towards me holding a cylindrical object which is white and painted upon which is y ddraig aur. I look down at the t-shirt I am wearing and it is my t-shirt with the y drraig aur flag printed upon it. I suggest to her that because of this we must talk. She speaks English with a fairly strong Russian accent. She agrees.

Next, we are in her room. I take a closer look at the cylindrical object and see that it is the covering for a bronze statue underneath. I see that the dragon is slightly lopsided and say that it must be dissolved and repainted. We dissolve the dragon using a liquid and it flakes off flakes of genuine gold leaf which is very bright and almost alive. It is way more golden than the original image of y ddraig aur I saw near the river. It has come alive.

With great care she at first paints a black outline on the cylindrical cover and then begins to start the dragon. The gold on the black paint is vivid.

I say to her that it is a bit of an omen and that perhaps we are to work together. I ask her to tell me about herself, her journey.

In her Russian accent she takes me over to her bookcase and says that first she studied shamanism and pulls out a book by Kenneth Meadows. I am dumbstruck. I say that he was the first person to teach me shamanism and that this is now omen enough for me.

She then asks me about my practices. I explain that I have done an extensive recapitulation, I organised the retreats with Theun and the fact that I don’t need to recapitulate any more.

Dream ends.

Y Ddraig Aur (The Gold Dragon), c. 1400 – c. 1416, the royal standard of Owain Glyndŵr, Prince of Wales, famously raised over Caernarfon during the Battle of Tuthill in 1401 against the English. It is evident in Glyndŵr’s privy seals that his gold dragon had two legs.

{From Wikipedia}

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Dragons are the dreaming symbol for power or magic {at work}

Gold is the symbol for the Nagal {in a universal sense} or Spirit

The combination of these is potent.

River is unconditional love

Black is Totality / the need for wholeness and sometimes at-one-ment.

The Soul urge of Russia is seventh ray.

Ken was a Shaman

Theun was a three pronged nagal being

Crows are couriers of power

Two can be need for humility and understanding or an indication of destiny.

Security Services Car in My Drive…

Pondering on this morning’s dream I remembered another one it had 18 in it.

Missing Person Dream 18-12-20

My run of strange dreams continues.

I am alone on a nice, wooded island in the middle of a freshwater lake. I am going about my business walking through the wood. I then, in the dream, get a very strong visual image of someone filing a missing person report about me. It is like a remote viewing. This missing person report will kick off an unneeded investigation into my whereabouts.

I decide that I must swim back to the mainland to say that I am not missing. I do not want the fuss to start. So, I go down to the water’s edge and jump in. The water is clear and quite warm. I start swimming a strong front crawl towards the mainland. I am enjoying the swim.

Dream ends”

If somebody official wanted to trace me, it would not be that difficult. I am on the records here; Tax, Health, Bank Account, Titre de Sejour and maybe soon a driving licence. The people at the IPO have my address, my UK bank helped organise this one. When we moved the Royal Mail had my forwarding address. We crossed the channel January 2019 in a completely orthodox way.

Why do I keep getting these security services vehicles in my dream?

The car, the state of awareness of the security services is parked in my drive….

Bizarre city Arizona.

Back in the UK, a number of years ago, an unmarked Land Rover parked just outside the farm. It had more aerials than most Land Rovers need. I watched from behind the curtain, three men dressed as UK soldiers in uniform got out and I could glimpse that the back of the Land Rover was jammed packed with electronic equipment.  They faffed around for a number of minutes. Then they drove off.

We were based near Odiham where there was a big air base full of chinooks. there were lots of military bases nearby, but none down our road.

Has somebody actually filled out a missing person report?

Beats me….

Abandoned Dog and Lions Dream – 05-10-21

This dream comes on a night which had interrupted sleep and during which I drank an entire litre of milk. A work-up follows.

I am out on the large grassy area of the garden which we call the football pitch. I am doing shuttle runs which is a rugby training exercise in which you sprint between two lines marked on the pitch and then jog back. This exercise is repeated many times. I am training with a man who feels like one of the wingers from the team I played in at school.

I look across to the house and can see the wife moving in the top kitchen the doorbell has been rung and she is going to answer it. I walk over from the football pitch to see what is being delivered. There has not been a delivery so to speak someone has abandoned a very small dog, smaller than a chihuahua. It is white with brown patches. I ask if there was anything else there, any sign of where it came from. No.

I walk off the drive and past the gas storage tank. The dog follows me. I walk past the gravel and into the veranda where I sit down on a chair to think. The little dog comes into the veranda with me and then curls up at my feet. I cannot believe that they make dogs as small as this.

I look out of the veranda to the football pitch. I can see someone there sat on the grass with two male lions. They both have manes one is normal coloured and one is almost black, it is that dark.

I think that I must get the camera with the telephoto lens on to take a photograph. I go into the house and the dog is excluded and kept on the veranda. In the house I can see an old-fashioned spectrometer from which light is being emitted. Apparently, someone is using this light to project old film slides onto the wall.

In another room I find a similar object with my camera attached. Someone has not been treating it with care and the attachment is broken. P and D are there. I say that they have broken it and remove the camera which is OK.  I say that it will cost £18,000 pounds to replace. P says that the price tag on it is £5900. I say yes that is what it cost back then it will be around £18,000 these days.

In the corner of my eye, I can see a red car parked in our driveway. It has security services marked on it in yellow paint. I think it might say secret security services. I know that there is some kind of surveillance operation.

P and D speak about a wine bar down the road. They intimate that they are going there.

I go with the camera to take a picture of the lions. By the time a get to the back door, they have gone.

Dream ends.

Work-up

I am out on the large grassy area of the garden which we call the football pitch. {open spaces – freedom / fear of taking the gap to freedom – a sense of repeating patterns?} I am doing shuttle runs which is a rugby training exercise in which you sprint {running – an opportunity for escapism} between two lines marked on the pitch and then jog back. This exercise is repeated many times. I am training with a man who feels like one of the wingers from the team I played in at school. {Something from the past? I nearly wrote “my” team – I was the captain}

I look across to the house {view of the world /point of view} and can see the wife {need to recapitulate her?} moving in the top kitchen the doorbell has been rung and she is going to answer it. I walk over from the football pitch to see what is being delivered. There has not been a delivery so to speak someone has abandoned a very small dog, smaller than a chihuahua. It is white with brown patches. {white peace-the need for, brown – stability need to be grounded / earthed – the colours did not seem overly significant in the dream} I ask if there was anything else there, any sign of where it came from. No. {dog = friendship and loyalty – tiny and abandoned}

I walk off the drive and past the gas storage tank. The dog follows me. I walk past the gravel and into the veranda where I sit down on a chair {chair – comfort zone or is this more about the canine loyalty?} to think. The little dog comes into the veranda with me and then curls up at my feet. {dog = friendship and loyalty tiny and abandoned at my feet perception and understanding} I cannot believe that they make dogs as small as this. {This was strong in the dream.}

I look out of the veranda to the football pitch. I can see someone there sat on the grass with two male lions. {Lions – creation or destruction or both as the lions are different both seems more likely} They both have manes one is normal coloured and one is almost black, it is that dark.

{Obscure thought-does this refer to creation-annihilation operators in quantum mechanics which is one of the things described in my patent application? In the dream the appearance of the lions was starkly odd.}

I think that I must get the camera with the telephoto lens on to take a photograph. I go into the house and the dog is excluded and kept on the veranda. In the house I can see an old-fashioned {something from the past being projected forward} spectrometer from which light is being emitted. Apparently, someone is using this light to project old film slides onto the wall. {old views about me, possibly inaccurate ones?}

{Photography – the need to recapitulate the content of the photograph. I did used to be a spectroscopist and worked extensively with spectrometers. P and D are both scientists. I need to recapitulate them. I haven’t spoken with these for 5 or 6 years they both work for the government in security sensitive roles.}

In another room I find a similar object with my camera attached. Someone has not been treating it with care and the attachment is broken. {Some kind of broken relationship?} P and D are there. I say that they {it is their fault?} have broken it and remove the camera which is OK.  I say that it will cost £18,000 {18 courage-need for, it will take courage to fix it?} pounds to replace. P says that the price tag on it is £5900 {5-freedom and change need for 9-completion need for. 14 knowledge / need for which reduces back to 5}. I say yes that is what it cost back then it will be around £18,000 000 {18 courage-need for, it will take courage to fix it?}  these days.

In the corner of my eye, I can see a red car parked in our driveway. It has security services marked on it in yellow paint. I think it might say secret security services. I know that there is some kind of surveillance operation. {car = state of awareness red = violence / need to fight. Clutching a little at straws secret mission – indication of destiny or simply the idea that someone is watching? }

P and D speak about a wine bar down the road. They intimate that they are going there. {drinking the desire for freedom?}

I go with the camera to take a picture of the lions. By the time a get to the back door, they have gone.

Note added…

{I just remembered a fragment from yesterday in which Prof A. came to visit to grow flowers and in this he ran up and down the football pitch yelling to let of steam. Prof A is also a scientist.}

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Not sure that I have a clear answer to this one, it might be a part of a dreaming sequence and I will need to wait for more incoming.

What is clear that some people {possibly though not necessarily P&D} have abandoned their loyalty and friendship and that it was pretty small in the first place. There may be something coming through from the past about a broken relationship which will take courage to fix. Somehow there is also a science theme…

We shall have to wait and see…