Italianate Bridge – Cave – Dream 10-01-22

Here is the third of the dreams.

I am in an Italianate city very much like Firenze in style but much smaller in size. I am approaching a bridge over the river which has terracotta tiles on the roofing. I start to cross the bridge but pause to look at the water in the river. It is crystal clear and has a bluish tinge. It reminds me of the Aare in Bern. I am sorely tempted by the water and jump off the bridge into the water, upstream. It is not too deep nor too fast and surprisingly for a mountain reiver the water is slightly warm. I swim with ease to the other bank and when I get out all my clothes are dry. I see a path heading up a hill and away from the town. I take the path.

The path goes uphill and then appears to disappear. It does not really there is just a false summit, and the path leads between two earthen banks and into the entrance of a large cave. I go a little way in and surprisingly I can see well in the relative darkness. I note the cave.

Next, I am back in the town and approaching the bridge with the wife.  We both jump into the water, and I have a small miniature submarine like device that pulls us along under the water. We surface several hundred metres downstream of the bridge. We start walking back up the stream, in the stream, towards the bridge. An Italian man on the bank asks how come we don’t find the water cold. I reply that it is not cold he should try it. He thinks I am joking,

He follows us along the bank until we get to the path a little upstream of the bridge.

The wife and I walk up the hill towards the cave. I know in the dream that I am supposed to show her the cave and bring her here, possibly a number of times.

Dream ends.

Nevada Students – Catching Eggs Dream 10-01-22

This is the second of last night’s dreams.

I arrive at a faculty building. I have been escorted there by a faculty liaison officer. She ushers me into a room in which there are around half a dozen graduate students. They are dressed in alternative / indie clothes and a few of them have died hair and piercings. I assume that they are arts students.

The faculty liaison officer tells them to show me around and generally be helpful. They introduce themselves as do I, on a first names basis. They are very friendly with only mild US accents. I ask them what they do and it tuns out that they are all scientists and use lasers in one way or another. They are from various departments. I decide not to ask them if they know Prof. A..

They show me around campus and towards the biotechnology building in which two of them work.

Before we get there, we sit down on some park benches on the grass. Two of the students sit to my left on one bench. There are a few benches around what appears to be a tree, at first sight. The students hold out their hands, palms up. I look to my right and then back to my left because I hear a sound. One of the students has a broken hen’s egg in his left hand. The tree is now a tree from which multiple brown hen’s eggs are suspended. From time to time an egg falls either on the ground or towards a hand. The trick is to catch an egg in the hand without it breaking. From the broken eggs on the floor, I can see many have failed. The students are enthralled by this activity and no longer notice I am there. In the dream I know that I would have no problem catching an egg without breaking it.

The number of people passing us increases. It is the end of the day, and they are heading to the car park which is behind us. I conclude that the main part of campus is where they are coming from. I get up and head off in that direction to explore. I make a mental bet with myself that I can find the centre I am looking for without looking at any signs.

Dream ends.

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.

The Dragon’s Breath Has Started to Form

Outside over the lawn and above the pond the dragon’s breath has started to form. The mist at Traou an Dour is beginning to coalesce as the sun goes down.

It is quite a groovy feeling. I have always loved mist and fog.

For the first time in a while, I have a clear picture of what my principle role will be for the first quarter of next year. That role with be carer for the wife.

Even if the patent is granted, I would not have any time to do anything with it.

Depending on how you look at things I have squandered my potential in this life or if you flip it, humanity has squandered its potential in respect of what I might have been able to offer it. The English have driven me here into exile, if you like a pinch of drama.

This afternoon I have been out to check the mole traps. The little blighter had dug around one of them. The tunnels at the bottom of the lawn are waterlogged so it has probably retreated to higher ground. There are now ten traps out. I figured the reason we have not been catching the coypu in the traps is human odour. I have left it, the trap, to acclimatise for a couple of weeks. Tonight, I have reset it using my mole catchers’ gloves.

The nurse has just been, she is definitely of the South. Probably she is a Southerly Stalker because I got an email from a Southerly Dreamer yesterday. The wind too is from the South.

The South is the direction of dreaming….

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.

Isabella – Manipulation – Attack Dreams 31-11-21

Here are last nights dreams they are separated by an interlude of being awake.

The first dream is set in London, somewhere close to the centre. In the room next door to me there is a panel of science academics sat around the table. They are going over applicants for a job as a University Physics lecturer. There are more than seven of the academics. The room in which they are seated is grand as is the table and chairs. They are a mix of men and women the men are wearing suits and the women are smartly dressed. It is all very English. They are all my age or older.

They call me in from the next room and say that they want to offer me the job. This surprises me somewhat because I have not applied for it. They say that the salary is £30,000. That sounds very low to me for a university in London. In the dream I note that 30 is the dreaming symbol for manipulation. They say the reason that the salary is small is that the job comes with an apartment as part of the salary. Where is the apartment? It is in central London near Down street which I know to be near Downing Street. I ask is there any previous coursework. They hand me a folder of lecture notes which I skim through, and it does not look too tricky. I think that I can do this job.

They say that they will get the previous incumbent to show me the flat in central London. I am introduced to Isabella who is a talk dark haired Mediterranean women about twenty years younger than me. Her hair is long, and she has a flowing black skirt and dangly silver earrings. She leads me off to Down street. When we get there the normal passenger lift is broken so we have to go around the back to use the big goods lift.  We get in and she hands me a large old-style key of steel. Which I put in my left trousers pocket. She says that she lost the job because they did not like her blog content. I say that she should perhaps read my blog.

She and I stand facing one door. I turn and look into her eyes. They morph into swirling spiral flames for a second. She is unsure if I have noted this. Several other people mostly young men get into the lift. One of the men, a muscular eastern European, puts his hand on my shoulder. I brush this off. The lift doors close and we start to move upwards. Halfway to the flat the Eastern European man stops the lift and opens the double doors. He then proceeds to jump out of the lift onto the car park several floors below. After him three waves of young men also jump out of the lift. Some land safely, others pick up minor injuries and a couple die. Isabella and I look down at the carnage, close the door and proceed to the flat.

I know it is late and that my flatmates in North London won’t be able to get in because I have the key to that flat as well. I take the key out and open the door. I step into an ornate hallway. The man from the lift is there and he says that I owe him money to get out of the contract. He reckons that I owe him £100. I say that I do not. He says that he will not let me go until I pay him or join him. He pulls out a knife and asks if I have ever played stabby stabby. No. He then tries to attack me and stab me with the knife which he is holding in his right hand. He is a lot younger and fitter than me. I catch the top of his hand and apply kote gaesh. Which sends him swirling through the air and leaves me with the knife in my right hand. I go over to the window and through the knife out.

He continues to attack me bare handed. I wrestle him to the floor despite the fact that he is fitter and stronger than me. Using my favourite Judo choke hold I choke him out and he becomes unconscious.

I awake briefly, exchange a few words with the wife and fall back to sleep.

The wife and I are staying at a cliff side villa near an azure blue sea. At the end of the garden is a path out to a ledge in the cliff side. It is just wide enough to sunbathe on parallel to the cliff. The wife and I venture out onto this cliff. I sit down and she lies down. I have a small fishing rod and cast out a bait into the azure blue sea some 20-30 metre below. I can see that some fish are interested in my bait. Some have a nibble; another fish pops its head out of the water and looks me directly in the eye. Soon the bait is gone. I go back into the villa and the wife moves to where I was seated. In the refrigerator I find some snacks which are yet to be cooked. They comprise some beef mince and some cheese in a sort of meat ball. I bait my hook and leave the baited hook and fishing line on the grass in the garden. I go back inside for a glass of milk. When I come out some wasps or bees are on the bait and are dragging the fishing rod around the garden. I call the wife to see this phenomenon. She comes off the cliff edge and watches too. She is alarmed by this.

We move away from the wasps, and she finds a part of a dream catcher on the floor. She picks this up and reunites it with the other part which is hanging from a eucalyptus tree. We explore the garden and find a small statuette of a witch with “traditional” pointy hat. It is about one foot tall. I pick it up and suddenly it morphs into a full-sized woman dressed entirely in black with a full black flowing skirt. I know this witch to be Isabella. She is trying to embrace me so that she can do some evil to me. She follows me around the garden, appearing to fly. She has a series of hat pins in her hat. I snatch one of these hat pins and as she flies at me one more time, I make it grow in size. I then impale her directly through her heart so that she is fixed by the pin to a tree in the garden. I know that she is done for and resolve to do some protection “work” on waking,

Dream ends.

* Yesterday the plumber alerted us to some Asiatic Wasps close to the house.

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.

18 Flames – 17 Flames – Mossad Dream 31-10-21

Here is the first of last night’s dream which were had either side of a piece of very squally and stormy weather.

The dream is set in a hospital which is similar in feel to the one locally where I was admitted previously. I am sat up in a chair fully clothed and there is high technology medical apparatus around me. In the room are two young men in army fatigues and with weapons. They each have a western style assault rifle and a handgun in a holster. One of them has a circular close-fitting hat on and he has ginger coloured hair and freckles, the other is darker of complexion.

Suddenly out of the hat small blue flames, several inches in length start to burn in a circle round the man’s head. I count them and there are eighteen in total.  I know in the dream that this man is my nagal’s courier and he is reflecting for me the eighteen blue flames of my courage.

I turn to the other man, and he has blue flames arranged in a circle too. I count these and they are seventeen in number. In the dream I am surprised because he feels like a southerly stalker and should by rights be a woman. It strikes me as odd. So, I think that he must be my courier to the Scholar representing the other part of my predilection.

I take note of the numbers 18 and 17, the jewels courage and discrimination or discernment.

Into the room comes a male doctor and two female nurses. They are all wearing white coats. They are going to take samples from me. I ask if I can have some local anaesthetic, some lidocaine. They say that it is better that I do not. The man does something and then I am moved away to another room.

The nurses do not get a chance to take their samples.

I am now in a large room with a single large table in it. The nurses are with me. I say that they can take their samples now. I take off my shirt and lie on the large table. They take out their instruments and cut several pieces of flesh from my right side. I have raised my arm for them to do this and do not flinch. They put the samples into sample bottles which then then put into the pockets of their white coats. They leave the room. I sit up on the table and put my shirt back on, there is no blood.

The ginger haired man from before comes in. He is now wearing a security earpiece wire. He says that he is from Mossad and here to protect me. He is now also wearing a Kevlar chest shield and has a helmet in one hand and assault rifle in another. He says that there are seventeen of his colleagues, also from Mossad, around the perimeter to protect me and keep me safe. I have been brought here for my own protection and together with the seventeen colleagues he makes eighteen all of whom are to keep me safe and secure.

Dream ends.