Leuven – Events and Dreams End of June 2013

I am reasonably accustomed to what might be called Freaky Friday Stuff but what unfolded here took the biscuit.

I had applied for a reasonably senior position in a large, ultra-high technology semiconductor outfit in Belgium. They wanted to interview me, and I was set for an interview with some of the internal big cheeses. I did not know until I got there that there was already someone in that position and the interview therefore was quasi-covert.

Because we wanted to look at the available housing, we hired a car at the central train station. Getting out of Brussel did not prove easy. When we arrived in Leuven it took us an inordinately large amount of time to find the hotel in the one-way system. It was a stylishly renovated catholic convent.  Leuven is a very nice place. The standard of living would be high I even spoke French to compliment the chef in a restaurant there.

First Dream Excerpt.

We are staying at a lakeside residence it is up on stilts. At night-time and out of the window I can see dolphins in the moonlight. I call for the wife to come and observe which she does.

The dolphins are in fact made of fluorescent plastic and are remote controlled. They are being driven by our next-door neighbour for his daughter.

Then there is a bit about the front of the house, my view of the world, falling suddenly off.

The next day I go in for the interview and am interviewed by the big cheeses in turn. The HR lady was excellent, and we got on very well. Then one of the blokes, started name dropping. I thought to myself WTF is this an interview or a mutual bullshit session? He started to make comments about people I knew and suggested that he knew them perhaps better than he did because his anecdotes were inconsistent with my knowledge of them. He showed me the clean room with its brand new EUV lithography kit. I had read about 25% of the entire patent portfolio of the company as preparation for the interview. We did not click, to understate. I was expecting some pretty techie question but did not get any. This name dropper gave me his business card…in an interview…bizarre city Arizona.

I was in a temporary porta-cabin waiting for the interviewers to turn up.  The last interviewer came twenty minutes late. If I had not been on a secure site, I would have left long before they showed up. They gave a low-down on the matrix management arrangements of the organisation which they said was “simple”. I had already looked this up. I said that it was not simple it was highly convoluted. This big cheese gave me a card as well. The only person who asked me any questions really was the HR lady. It was the weirdest interview experience of my life.

Next Dream Excerpt the night after the interview.

There is a gathering, and we are all sat round in a circle in front of a stage. We are waiting for a female shaman / seer. She appears from behind the curtains. I can see her eyes and for some reason she homes in on me and starts to look into my eyes. She then continues around the circle in ceremonial way. I say partially under my breath “mutant” The other people all sort of “gasp”, I have dared.

She comes back over to me and stares into my eyes. We lock in some kind of contest or wills and she turns into a naked childlike figure with Egyptian features. “Imhotep” I say out loud pointing. “You are a mutant of Imhotep. I have known you before. Why do you seek again? She is covered in a pelt of very fine black hair.

Everyone stares at me.

Next dream excerpt – totally out of the blue!

Whilst everyone is staring at me a book, leather bound, appears. It is to do with my mystery. I know now that I have had Egyptian lives {plural}. The book starts to open, and it says “Marchmont”. This is a part of my mystery too. “All very English and upper class”, I comment. Everybody smiles.

Imhotep (/ɪmˈhoʊtɛp/; Ancient Egyptian: ỉỉ-m-ḥtp “the one who comes in peace”; fl. late 27th century BCE) was an Egyptian chancellor to the Pharaoh Djoser, probable architect of Djoser’s step pyramid, and high priest of the sun god Ra at Heliopolis. Very little is known of Imhotep as a historical figure, but in the 3,000 years following his death, he was gradually glorified and deified.

The next dream sequence is at a doctor’s practice, and they are warning me to tell my close relatives of my condition in a very similar manner as happened in physical plane reality on Friday morning.

Anyway, it was time to go home, and we were mildly apprehensive about finding our way back into Brussels to drop off the hire car. On the journey in, a little on impulse, we took a road, it went down some back route and dumped us literally in front of the station!

Power, the universe, was aiding us to get out of Belgium.

We dropped off the hire care with some time to kill before the Eurostar. We exited the station into a square and turned the corner. And there they were, loads of large plastic dolphins on sticks held up in the air by environmental activist. WTF!!

We went up to big square and the HR lady rang to say that I was not going to be offered the job. The face of the house fell off in an instant. It was a pretty quick turnaround.  I had a suspicion that they may have rung someone and had been warned off me, off the record. But there was no way of proving this.

So, I went for a semiconductor job and had a dream pointing at Egyptian incarnations over four and half thousand years ago…

When we came to look for house here, the woman who housed us was Belgian and had connections with Leuven.

Maybe I need to contact Hercule Poirot to help solve the mystery…

The Eagle’s Gift

Being involved with the rule may be described as living a myth. Don Juan lived a myth, a myth that caught him and made him the Nagual.

Don Juan said that when the rule caught him he was an aggressive, unruly man living in exile, as thousands of other Yaqui Indians from northern Mexico lived at that time. He worked in the tobacco plantations of southern Mexico. One day after work, in a nearly fatal encounter with a fellow worker over matters of money, he was shot in the chest. When he regained consciousness an old Indian was leaning over him, poking the small wound in his chest with his fingers. The bullet had not penetrated the chest cavity but was lodged in the muscle against a rib. Don Juan fainted two or three times from shock, loss of blood, and in his own words, from fear of dying. The old Indian removed the bullet, and since don Juan had no place to stay, he took him to his own house and nursed him for over a month.

The old Indian was kind but severe. One day when don Juan was fairly strong, almost recovered, the old man gave him a sound blow on his back and forced him into a state of heightened awareness. Then, without any further preliminaries, he revealed to don Juan the portion of the rule which pertained to the Nagual and his role. Don Juan did exactly the same thing with me, and with la Gorda; he made us shift levels of awareness and told us the rule of the Nagual in the following way: The power that governs the destiny of all living beings is called the Eagle, not because it is an eagle or has anything to do with an eagle, but because it appears to the seer as an immeasurable jet-black eagle, standing erect as an eagle stands, its height reaching to infinity. As the seer gazes on the blackness that the Eagle is, four blazes of light reveal what the Eagle is like. The first blaze, which is like a bolt of lightning, helps the seer make out the contours of the Eagle’s body.

There are patches of whiteness that look like an eagle’s feathers and talons. A second blaze of lightning reveals the flapping, wind-creating blackness that looks like an eagle’s wings. With the third blaze of lightning the seer beholds a piercing, inhuman eye. And the fourth and last blaze discloses what the Eagle is doing.

The Eagle is devouring the awareness of all the creatures that, alive on earth a moment before and now dead, have floated to the Eagle’s beak, like a ceaseless swarm of fireflies, to meet their owner, their reason for having had life. The Eagle disentangles these tiny flames, lays them flat, as a tanner stretches out a hide, and then consumes them; for awareness is the Eagle’s food.

The Eagle, that power that governs the destinies of all living things, reflects equally and at once all those living things. There is no way, therefore, for man to pray to the Eagle, to ask favors, to hope for grace, The human part of the Eagle is too insignificant to move the whole.

It is only from the Eagle’s actions that a seer can tell what it wants. The Eagle, although it is not moved by the circumstances of any living thing, has granted a gift to each of those beings. In its own way and right, any one of them, if it so desires, has the power to keep the flame of awareness, the power to disobey the summons to die and be consumed. Every living thing has been granted the power, if it so desires, to seek an opening to freedom and to go through it. It is evident to the seer who sees the opening, and to the creatures that go through it, that the Eagle has granted that gift in order to perpetuate awareness.

For the purpose of guiding living things to that opening, the Eagle created the Nagual. The Nagual is a double being to whom the rule has been revealed. Whether it be in the form of a human being, an animal, a plant, or anything else that lives, the Nagual by virtue of its doubleness is drawn to seek that hidden passageway.


the smoke that thunders

is all that stands between.

I see you son of seer

who hunts ever gold


I fear not any collars

of which you once spoke

unto me

so very, resentfully


leave trace in my den

and Seitch Jacurutu

will hear matters

of the desert


in my Honour as fremen

will I give freely

unto you,

both chapter and verse


no need of artifice

when simplicity might

yet work

its easy magic


may Shai-Halud

cleanse the paths.

It falls on me to give,

oh, most cautious one


you must provide

secure means

and then the Mentat downloads

Insh’ Allah


ever the shadows

is instinct of old

ever the light

I am much more, bold


the morning star

and the setting sun

must soon

full circle come


foe am I not

ne’er have I been

fate has its quirks

sure, as can be seen


the smoke that thunders

is all that stands between.

I see you son of seer

who hunts ever gold


This is partially about fate and partially about having to be reborn again, viewed from a discarnate state, a dream, a vision of a seer.


Under the canopy of leaves

The six sided dice of fate

Bubbles and boils

With the three minute eggs

Impatient in the saucepan of life


Soft in the centre and waiting

Waiting for the soldiers to return

From those far distant lands

To find the Odyssean paddle

Stuck into the sand


Now dancing Aurora’s northern waltz

In the magic sky of childhood dreams

And seeking Teiresias’ blinding eye

To see and sense the Milky Way’s

Celestial, celebration’s hunt


On larken wing to soar

Into the eagle’s watchful eye

And find within the abstract cores

The forming purpose of the

Many winding woodland trails


Turning to heal on the nodal

Fractal point of balance

Strung on the gallows of becoming

In the nascent fronds of time

Without the tinkle, twinkle starlight sky


Feeling the winding wisps

Of another’s dream

Drop a stitch as the needles

Click clack in haste

Somewhere, close across the room


Now hungry

Fed on reason’s meagre ration

As each black and white frame

Passes the smoke filled scream

Of the daily humbug, handbag life


Now spent and sated

By passion’s primal earthly score

That leases a moment

From the conductor’s

Baton charge


Static and crackling the hairs

Upon the arm of charm

And counting the basalt

Basin rock that

Forms the font


Now sprinkling on

The head of strife

A name, a name

And so forward

Into life


And with spade

And shovel

Now to dig

For diamond’s daring

Smiling face


And picking the bird nest beard

Of a trusted, trusted friend

For insight’s new

And lantern’s

Novel, ways to mend


To see the canopy

From above

And watch The rhythm

Bang its deep red

Pulsing drum


And tasting the texture

Of my swollen thumb

By hammers’

Wayward glance


Kind and blind

Of what

Is yet to come.


And knowing now

In whisky’s

Peaty still

All is done


As was


It was

His will

Behind Closed Doors






Five streams

Closed doors

Hands over mouth



In the crying


Nothing changes

Says the seer








A stable door




Not even

Clever Jim

Can fix-it

This time


In the crying


Nothing changes

Says the seer


Always clever