Why am I Dreaming About a Previous Incarnation of a Tibetan Master?

Things are getting a tad weird again, said the wife this morning after reading my dream.

There is a part in the dream where I jump, from “semiconductor world” to “Tibetan Buddhist world.”

There is a kind of superposition state, an odd juxtaposition.

According to wiki Dilgo Rinpoche achieved Paranirvana, which would mean no need for reincarnation, yet we have watched his reincarnation in a film, who spoke of a fondness for Chogyam Trungpa.

He could have chosen the path of earth service, or he might be “overshadowing”. {My Guess}

I have just done a search for Buddhism in Brittany and it turns out that the European HQ of one of the lineages {Drukpa or dragon} is pretty much due South of here and only a hour’s drive away according to AA route Planner.

Spooky…

The moment I closed my browser in which I was doing a Google maps satellite view of the centre I got an email containing The European Quantum Flagship Newsletter

A bit more spooky

Far out man…

What is going to happen next?

Almost Inconceivable

Partially because of a dream and partially because of an interaction I am going to delve into this a little today.

I’ll start with something of a hypothesis.

“If someone changes radically in their orientation towards life it is very difficult for others to accept or believe in that degree of change.”

I base this on my own personal experience, people tend to see one through the old lens which they have constructed for you and through the lens of their group-mind imagining that one shares a considerable fraction of that group mind. Perhaps they find it difficult to conceive that one does not share similar motives and motivations.

To give a simple example, back when I first started doing deep voice chanting, my family rather than inquiring as to what was going on preferred to write it off as me simply being weird. They sought to treat me as the piss-artist rugby player of old rather than countenance that I was changing radically.

If my former career, gaining large amounts of research grant funding, publishing articles is high impact factor journals, getting invites to conferences, getting a tenured chair at a prestigious university and maybe finally becoming a fellow of the royal society, were all symbols of success and kudos. It is almost inconceivable that someone from such a go-getter background as this would resign a job willingly and go into what was tantamount to unemployment. It is a DNC, a does not compute.

The whole basis of promotion in such a system is based around some “agreed” goals, targets and milestones. People therein are goal oriented. It is almost inconceivable for a goal-oriented person that anyone might not be goal oriented in any way whatsoever.

For people who are materialistic a decent salary is a target, a measure of success. And in the UK the housing ladder is an obsession. To only want enough to get by, is an anathema.

Way back I genuinely was involved in some very high technology stuff, fancy femtosecond lasers, semiconductor clean rooms and ultra-high vacuum, I even did some ab inito quantum chemical calculations. It is hard, almost inconceivable, that someone with near a decade left on the clock, so to speak, would swap that life for gardening, DIY and cooking in a very rural location. It would be difficult for people to get their head around. There might be some weird idea that I would return from gardening leave to the fold like some prodigal. It is possible that people might imagine that I am running in submarine mode.

Someone suggested that I might like to be on an advisory board, I said that this wasn’t necessary they could ask me anything they want or send me stuff to comment on for free. I said that I do not like contracts and would much rather do things informally. In one world people are expected to pay for things and  recompense is seen as a motivator. But if I say I will do it for free, I mean exactly that. It is almost inconceivable in our grasping world. I expect nothing in return.

If people are attached say to money, family, house, car and job, the notion on non-attachment is beyond comprehension. There are degrees of non-attachment or rather weaking levels of attachment. To be completely non-attached is beyond mind, for the vast majority of people. I phrased this deliberately in this manner. The tendency would be to think, “he says he is not attached but what he really means is he is not strongly attached”. The mind cannot or will not accept the concept of non-attachment as a conceivable reality, so it fudges it.

If you like attention, respect, power and kudos it is difficult to adopt the mindset of a quasi-hermit. People cannot live like that, surely.  Especially if previously, they had some respect, a little power and a degree of kudos. Luckily here nobody knows anything much of my background we are just les anglais.

The simple fact that I do not have a personal mobile ‘phone, in this day and age, is hard to believe on one level and more than a little eccentric on another. You should see the reaction of the, often young, salespeople when they are trying to sell you a ‘phone when one informs them of how few calls and how little data one uses. There is no plan available which goes low enough to match. The mobile ‘phone companies cannot conceive of such low usage.

I have changed my orientation towards life radically…I know this but only I am fully aware of the extent of that change.

I’ll wager for a whole bunch of people it is a DNC.

Here is an interesting question:

What for you is almost inconceivable?

Poltergeist in the Cellar?

Something weird happened this afternoon. We found a half-empty, or half full, bottle of homebrew wine lying on the floor of the cellar, without a cork. I did not open it, so how come it was there? The wife claims it was not her.  Do we have an alcoholic poltergeist in our cellar?

On Saturday we were all hands to the pump. Le Jaudy broke its banks thanks to all the rain, the vide sanitaire had filled with run off water, to the extent that it started to wet the floor of my office. French buildings often leave an empty space underneath and this one is connected to our cellar. What to do? Luckily, we have an industrial grade Kawasaki, petrol driven water pump, which pumps water at a tremendous rate. So, we spent most of Saturday evacuating the vide sanitaire. When the pump kicks in it is like a mini torrent, difficult to control, and the noise in an enclosed space is deafening.

By late evening we had got the water situation under control.

When we moved in, the previous occupants had left herbs, meant to ward off, in various locations around the house. Spooky!! Last year when I was doing some smudging to cleanse, the smouldering sage, burst into flame, in the vide sanitaire. Something supernatural or a build-up of methane?

Anyway, when I walked into the cellar this afternoon there it was on the floor, a partially filled bottle of homebrew blackcurrant wine. From our harvest, we have peach, plum and apple all on the go. I have been using high alcohol tolerance yeast, so the cassis is strong. Whatever drunk that would have had a nice buzz. If it was a korrigan, it would have been quite pissed.

Somehow the bottle got off the wine rack and onto the concrete floor without breaking!!

My rational mind says that the cork blew out of the bottle and because of conservation of momentum, it ejected the bottle off the wine rack. The remaining wine in the bottle was quite fizzy!

So, do we have an alcoholic poltergeist, a wayward cassis seeking korrigan looking for refuge from a swollen river, or does rationality explain it all?

If it happens again… what might we find spaced out in the cellar?

I’ll keep you posted..