10-28-2013, 12:00 AM
10/26-17/13 A flock of Angels + notes Birth of Universe
Had a surprising dream experience, and figured after that unless something was epic id let it go. i mostly did, but what was nice is i was comfortably working and learning/exploring with a group of people...from here mostly, the rest of my dreaming and it was mostly the same people the whole way through and in all the dream realities which was nice. Im still sorta recovering from lots of turmoil inside...nothing bad as such just upheaval. Ive been worn out flat like when one has a cold the last few days, but its not a cold, just being tired. the first part of the dream was about that inner...turmoil/sick.
1. I am at the school, but its not the university. As the day goes on, the morning, we are in a class about music/energy/the tones waves of creation. the objects on the podium SHIFT and what one BEHOLDS and FORMS is what one is attempting to play. But the group has a DEFINITION of RESONANCE...the group AWARENESS, at first it was individule, different perceptions created a different INSTRUMENT, but after much shifting, it settled on a Grand Piano. Nobody approaches it, like they are scared of playing it, but i have no such fear, so i smile and sit down and play a song by Cole Porter. Lets call it "anything Goes". I did ot play by knowing how to play, i played with awareness, and it translated into the song. thi had special meaning in context, what and how i was playing. You see, my ancestor, Buster Langenadi, Was an interior desighner in Hollywood at the turn of the century through the roaring 20's. I had seen parts of his life, before i knew he existed, and told I was he. He was also bisexual, and one of his funny secrets (that i learned form my grandmother 5 years ago when i asked my mom of this person and then my grandmother) that he was rumred to have been "intimate" with Cole porter and others, even while he was married. So the song reflected that, and I and him are not that similar, but we are in some way. Also, buster was one of Yoganda's inner circle, and the one who connected him to the Hollywood elite and helped him build his SRF in Los Angeles...the first of the hollywood eastern gurus. In a way, he was in yogandas warrior party (lol my grandma said he probably shagged him too they are all kinda funny that way). When i saw much of his life, gave a tour of it in a dream, long ago, and times before, the last time i was shown his grave that it was "MY" grave...where "One" of my bodies "sleeps". He is buried in Forest Lawn in the celebrity mausoliem next to Yoganda. I lived in a little hosue on mount Washington Los angeles, right next to that center (by accident) And then my mom shared how odd it was that lot sof the monks would stop on their walks to visit me and they said a few "strange" things to her about me. So my playing was from that awareness. Funny, Ironic, and powerfull. It was a good song and spinning of awareness.
Writer(s) : PORTER, COLE
Artist: Cole Porter Lyrics
Times have changed
And we've often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got a shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today
Any shock they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking.
But now, God knows,
Anything goes.
Good authors too who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words
Writing prose.
Anything goes.
If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like,
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose.
When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in-
Truding in nudist parties in
Studios.
Anything goes.
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
Ough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows,
Anything goes.
2. After, something in me is not...correct. I cant really hold what i was playing, so well. I have illness in me, usually its docile, but its springing out, creeping, making me tired. Internal not external. But the others with me, they are...like animals. An animal scenses a sick animal and avoids shuns them...i was feeling more isolated, even as i was in a state when i could use some support, but isnt that always the way of it? Seems to be for me heh. I wander away, to find a place to release empty myself...lets call it "poop". But it wasnt this, but its the closest form to give it so i gave it that form in dream. With a GOAL, ie, find restroom and relieve myself, i regained some awareness, enough to do what i set out for myself. In a quiet corner of the campus, where there are few students like around admin buildings, i find restrooms that arent heavily used...old college tricks...if one must go, take the elevator to the teacher floor of offices use the one there not the one thousands of nasty students use. Survival skills 101. heh. I find an isolated building, and go in. Its all wrong...no dremaer was supposed to come in here, theres nothing but blank energy, that quickly forms into lines of strange Urinals. Not what i need, i figure "wrong gender" Its not, just i dont need to do that and the dream was sluggish didnt know what i needed. So i voiced my intent as i went out, and went in the other one. this one was all stalls, so i found one clean and locked it...but i could see the bathroom change to a gym around me...and eventually the stall melted i was exposed. Two people were making a bee line for me, and her ei am, sick, weak, and now attatched to the toilet so in a way "non mobile" and because of this, the challenge aspect of dream could focuss on me. Sigh. So her ethey come. And as im trying to "relieve" myself...i feel my whole ap strianing like to crack its all wrong. So the dream wasnt me using the bathroom. the drema was my inners...under the dream form, trying to expell something into energy, the toilet, that would transmute it in the "water" and then i thought id "drink" from the faucet and get it back. I never explain this stuff, i know, i think ill say the bathroom in context and people will somehow get it or care...they dont. so this was my task, release the pain, flush it, drink back in the cleansed water. So i could go back to learning...the energy i held played, made my weak part...hurt. I assumed because im the opposite of "anything goes". So the bullies come. they comment on my process, laughing cause m going poop. One use afinge rand makes the back of the toilet spray water...foul sewage all over me, but im still stuck. then the water is clear, like its flooding. Im reaching for tp, straining, and one stands next to me says "poor poo baby" and knocks the toilet paper roll into the water so its ruined...i grab it to use it but its wet and soggy and disolves. I have to sigh and keep working. Im thinking i could use some help in birthing.releasing this from inside. In response, a woman, and her adult daughter, come to my aid. "angels" i call them in my awareness... In the bathroom lol. The mother and daughter who were one angel, and then three more i see standing farther away.
3. She gives me small pills, like tylenol to start. It doesnt seem to help but i feel a shift, the pressure in me seems more maneagable (i was afraid if i let go my insides would rip out...energy, remember, not the tonal equivalent in form). After about ten minutes, just holding my middle, next came some huge horse sized pills filled with some plant material. Ok.... ask what each one will do before takeing it. this one will allow energy to disengage, the undigested mass. I take that. then the next one after ten more minutes...its like sand in a plastic bag colored...she says to swallow it, some of it...it will scout and break the energetic connections...the hooks, this cancer like mass (I heard this word whispered when i was being shunned) had in my intestines, and it would fall out...like a big poo tumor baby to be turned to water. But i pause...i ask...i will bleed wont i....i will die? She says i WILL bleed, and this body in drema might die yes, as it is holding the sick in second attention, to clense the tonal...i have plenty of others...but the song energy centered it here, so this one dies yea. Now i pause. I whisper to her, i dont want to leave an inert body like this, attatched to the toilet (i could not move) for them to poke at and make use off...dont want this coat or awareness "harvested" in the sorceric scense. Can she help me to ge tto somewhere safer to die? she considers and says yes. So we detatch me from the toilet thing. And i make myself aware to walk out to "car". I pause when i leave hte building. A "cousin" came this "far" in my awareness...i dont want to abandon them here in second attention. Can she find them and bring them back, im still weak. Ok, the lady and the daughter go. And i can follow them with my eyes, and i see they find the "cousin". But then, something bad. A wall of fog...energy, dream fog, and then i somehow loose sight of those 3. and i despair, because i am going to "DIE" here soon regardless due to what i started with the song. Now i do something strange...and wonderfull, different, i find my voice, and SPEAK into the fog, with awareness. "Are their any angels here, who want to help me with this". Angels meant like a quality of awareness, not IBs quite, not other things. Not religious angels i meant something different. Like good Dijin i suppose one could say. A word like "Licht Seberaial" is in me.
4. So many come! So many beings. First the three i saw in the distance, but then more, and more. the fog lifts, they trickle in from all directions. Some look like hindu holy men, others are soldiers, some arent even human, but all have a similar...feel. Men and woman. I marvel at all that come, i think to myself "A flock of angels" I feel a bit...humbled...all these came to help with my inner problem, because i asked...bathroom...its so odd its funny. Very clear and lucid. I spoke to some, but they spoke more ot each other...they were as surprised as me it seems. Many refered to each other as "Paramahamsa" Paramahamsa (परमहंस), also spelled paramahansa or paramhansa, is a Sanskrit religio-theological title of honor applied to Hindu spiritual teachers of lofty status who are regarded as having attained enlightenment. The title literally means "supreme swan," and symbolizes spiritual discrimination. The swan is equally at home on land or water. Similarly, the true sage is equally at home in the realms of matter and of spirit. To be in divine ecstasy and simultaneously to be actively wakeful is the paramahansa state; the 'royal swan' of the soul floats in the cosmic ocean, beholding both its body and the ocean as manifestations of the same Spirit. The word 'Paramahamsa' means One whos is Awakened in all realms. [1] Paramahansa is a sannyasi of the highest level of spiritual development in which union with ultimate reality is attained.[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paramahamsa What they came to help me birth is the release and purification of that inner turmoil into awareness...i understand because they understand. And yet, the comedy of it. one of them, and i forget the name he gave me, when he sees me looking at him...seeing at him, says to me "Your energy, your dream bubble, is like a reunion for us" I am confused, so he points at one of the Paramahansas. "that one, (name i cant remember) We have not seen in thousands upon thousands of years". We all, like 40 of them/me start walking...i have no problem walking to a place i can be guided to go now...and to leave a mess. the one he pointed at is looking at us, smiling a coy smile and stokes his small well oiled beard and i reflectively touch my own and he winks and smiles turns away...he is silent. the one speaking to me goes on telling me of him im curiose. "he...is one of the oldest. He has indulged till he was bore din EVERY variation of vice and virtue...and many we can not understand, and yet remians in this state. Many dont understand him, and he doesnt speak...he is a mystery to us even, the nature of his being. And yet...he is the one, it is said, who will face the great DIVA (name) and triumph. None of us, all of us could not, and yet...how...is a mystery...". Interesting. We are walking, soon we are at the energy wall in dream space second attention. I thought only to find a safe spot to shed this, but they are walking me elsewhere, directly. I am excited by this! Its mor ehten i hoped when i asked. when i cross, i simply disolve, like fat on the griddle, like a silent sizzle, but im still walking, but the body and all in it is back to energy. After a time, i wake, and record the expereince in that body...the other stuff, i cant explain or even recall.
"Gloria"
Gloria, you're always on the run now.
Running after somebody, you gotta get him somehow.
I think you've got to slow down, before you start to blow it.
I think you're headed for a breakdown, so be careful not to show it
You really don't remember, was it something that he said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?
If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody callin'?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hangin' on the line, oh-oh-oh, calling Gloria
Gloria (Gloria), I think they got your number (Gloria)
I think they got the alias (Gloria) that you've been living under (Gloria)
But you really don't remember, was it something that they said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, Gloria, how's it gonna go down?
Will you meet him on the main line, or will you catch him on the rebound?
Will you marry for the money, take a lover in the afternoon?
Feel your innocence slipping away, don't believe it's comin' back soon
And you really don't remember, was it something that he said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?
If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody callin'?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hangin' on the line, oh-oh-oh, calling Gloria
Gloria (Gloria), I think they got your number (Gloria)
I think they got the alias (Gloria) that you've been living under (Gloria)
But you really don't remember, was it something that they said?
Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
(Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria)
(Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria) ...
So enough reading, enough writting for one night/day i think. Spent more time trying to explain what was going on that represented in my dream, but not what it actually is about. Need to work on that or so im told lol. the rest will be a few quick notes.
5. Shifting worlds without moving. Shifting ina group, group from before. Also shifting alone, to see the increase in range from AP's differnet from my own. Angular momentum...slight bend at the stem, and a tree goes in a whole new direction. The group...hold the ap, hold all the potential. this is a CC like sorcert Excersise, done with the larger group. More advanced form of "awareness flagpoles".
6. Stores...for shopping are also stories told. Some stories are brave and true, some are stories of nazis and war. All stories, all shops. People select what story they hold, pattern, and arrange the ap...the subjective reality emeshed in the objective...or group planetary awareness. But they are all sub stories. So we practice. Building correct narratives, but not limited. And then we shine the energy of the collective ap through it, and its like a crystal with beams, and then we can narrow on any one of them and go into it, and like the beam...a reverse pulse, shine out into the unknown. Similar to the part before, but this is about shining and moving, not shifting perception worlds. finding the right angle to pulse from. Personal power spot in the narrative in that scense. Leave stay, here there, beam pulse. on and on and on and on. is infinity.
7. a part where its all about the group. Why it is. the expanded range! when all solitary, even the best of us, its an inward range, sides of the box...old seers/new seers. but thats dumb, its not about seperation. It s arecursive inward, a vortex, and then there is a beam...outward shine. How to do both? flat plane is universe. One side is blakc hole, sucks in. thats the inward. Opposite side is white hole...it expells...a beam. So we suck in, in energy, gathe rpower...hits critical mass...and out the other side, we beam, expell...white hole. We create a new reality from the energy. this is in agregate, not so individule. so start now, or start on the other side. those that start now, create now...are ready. the poor loners, find themself in a space defined by the organized whole. Start lower and dont have tools to access right away. these awarenesses fall out again, and become "me and you" on a world of the "us's" making. So best to go prepared. Penny for the ferryman and all that.
8. Car shopping, most stores closed. need a car for a friend. One place high payments, one is very low and good price for same car. Salesman sees us, directs us to the good deal, because we are good people. Bad people, selfish, mean, pay much more for the same. Its not judgement! they have more ot give up, since they took so much. Fancy that, what you pay is on a sliding scale, so the sharers have less hoarded, pay almost nothing. the hoarders of power pay out the nose. So when both are "in the street" they have an equal amount of power left. different strokes for different folks it seems, but all balanced in end. lol. quick pointer. this was not about cars or a street. Its a principal of awareness movement. I found it funny this way, mad eit easier to see and record, so i dremaed it as such, from the raw energy teaching. See how that works? lol. I do it aware. All about group. 1/2 had 3 sides.
9. An old tv show, made new. Like farscape of babylon five. a lost inbetween series, made real on film. To bridge to us, the actors, through the blackhole, with new cars, to ou next generatipon of the production. Reality her eis one way built on bodies of dreams and energy. In a way its spiraling down...its all been downhill since the big bang. the point was to increase the awareness in the combustion of the structure...more come sout then went in. So on the other side, this woderfull show with us, the "next generation" is a building. Building on a structure. that will not be born from that infinity, into a finity (tonal) till the pattern is laid. the children of here, become the builders of there, and the cycle...like four seperate compartments in sorcery, nagual, spin continues. Grows. sit and spin...lol. this links back to 1. Ap shifting to hold seeing/potential. 2. Reality creating in ones journey...the beam. 3. The other side, laying down the experience, that goes into the flip sid eof the creation. Not sure if its new universe, or building this one, but before in time. Int he end, its a distinction without merit or meaning. lol.
Had a surprising dream experience, and figured after that unless something was epic id let it go. i mostly did, but what was nice is i was comfortably working and learning/exploring with a group of people...from here mostly, the rest of my dreaming and it was mostly the same people the whole way through and in all the dream realities which was nice. Im still sorta recovering from lots of turmoil inside...nothing bad as such just upheaval. Ive been worn out flat like when one has a cold the last few days, but its not a cold, just being tired. the first part of the dream was about that inner...turmoil/sick.
1. I am at the school, but its not the university. As the day goes on, the morning, we are in a class about music/energy/the tones waves of creation. the objects on the podium SHIFT and what one BEHOLDS and FORMS is what one is attempting to play. But the group has a DEFINITION of RESONANCE...the group AWARENESS, at first it was individule, different perceptions created a different INSTRUMENT, but after much shifting, it settled on a Grand Piano. Nobody approaches it, like they are scared of playing it, but i have no such fear, so i smile and sit down and play a song by Cole Porter. Lets call it "anything Goes". I did ot play by knowing how to play, i played with awareness, and it translated into the song. thi had special meaning in context, what and how i was playing. You see, my ancestor, Buster Langenadi, Was an interior desighner in Hollywood at the turn of the century through the roaring 20's. I had seen parts of his life, before i knew he existed, and told I was he. He was also bisexual, and one of his funny secrets (that i learned form my grandmother 5 years ago when i asked my mom of this person and then my grandmother) that he was rumred to have been "intimate" with Cole porter and others, even while he was married. So the song reflected that, and I and him are not that similar, but we are in some way. Also, buster was one of Yoganda's inner circle, and the one who connected him to the Hollywood elite and helped him build his SRF in Los Angeles...the first of the hollywood eastern gurus. In a way, he was in yogandas warrior party (lol my grandma said he probably shagged him too they are all kinda funny that way). When i saw much of his life, gave a tour of it in a dream, long ago, and times before, the last time i was shown his grave that it was "MY" grave...where "One" of my bodies "sleeps". He is buried in Forest Lawn in the celebrity mausoliem next to Yoganda. I lived in a little hosue on mount Washington Los angeles, right next to that center (by accident) And then my mom shared how odd it was that lot sof the monks would stop on their walks to visit me and they said a few "strange" things to her about me. So my playing was from that awareness. Funny, Ironic, and powerfull. It was a good song and spinning of awareness.
Writer(s) : PORTER, COLE
Artist: Cole Porter Lyrics
Times have changed
And we've often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got a shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today
Any shock they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking.
But now, God knows,
Anything goes.
Good authors too who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words
Writing prose.
Anything goes.
If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like,
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose.
When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in-
Truding in nudist parties in
Studios.
Anything goes.
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
Ough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows,
Anything goes.
2. After, something in me is not...correct. I cant really hold what i was playing, so well. I have illness in me, usually its docile, but its springing out, creeping, making me tired. Internal not external. But the others with me, they are...like animals. An animal scenses a sick animal and avoids shuns them...i was feeling more isolated, even as i was in a state when i could use some support, but isnt that always the way of it? Seems to be for me heh. I wander away, to find a place to release empty myself...lets call it "poop". But it wasnt this, but its the closest form to give it so i gave it that form in dream. With a GOAL, ie, find restroom and relieve myself, i regained some awareness, enough to do what i set out for myself. In a quiet corner of the campus, where there are few students like around admin buildings, i find restrooms that arent heavily used...old college tricks...if one must go, take the elevator to the teacher floor of offices use the one there not the one thousands of nasty students use. Survival skills 101. heh. I find an isolated building, and go in. Its all wrong...no dremaer was supposed to come in here, theres nothing but blank energy, that quickly forms into lines of strange Urinals. Not what i need, i figure "wrong gender" Its not, just i dont need to do that and the dream was sluggish didnt know what i needed. So i voiced my intent as i went out, and went in the other one. this one was all stalls, so i found one clean and locked it...but i could see the bathroom change to a gym around me...and eventually the stall melted i was exposed. Two people were making a bee line for me, and her ei am, sick, weak, and now attatched to the toilet so in a way "non mobile" and because of this, the challenge aspect of dream could focuss on me. Sigh. So her ethey come. And as im trying to "relieve" myself...i feel my whole ap strianing like to crack its all wrong. So the dream wasnt me using the bathroom. the drema was my inners...under the dream form, trying to expell something into energy, the toilet, that would transmute it in the "water" and then i thought id "drink" from the faucet and get it back. I never explain this stuff, i know, i think ill say the bathroom in context and people will somehow get it or care...they dont. so this was my task, release the pain, flush it, drink back in the cleansed water. So i could go back to learning...the energy i held played, made my weak part...hurt. I assumed because im the opposite of "anything goes". So the bullies come. they comment on my process, laughing cause m going poop. One use afinge rand makes the back of the toilet spray water...foul sewage all over me, but im still stuck. then the water is clear, like its flooding. Im reaching for tp, straining, and one stands next to me says "poor poo baby" and knocks the toilet paper roll into the water so its ruined...i grab it to use it but its wet and soggy and disolves. I have to sigh and keep working. Im thinking i could use some help in birthing.releasing this from inside. In response, a woman, and her adult daughter, come to my aid. "angels" i call them in my awareness... In the bathroom lol. The mother and daughter who were one angel, and then three more i see standing farther away.
3. She gives me small pills, like tylenol to start. It doesnt seem to help but i feel a shift, the pressure in me seems more maneagable (i was afraid if i let go my insides would rip out...energy, remember, not the tonal equivalent in form). After about ten minutes, just holding my middle, next came some huge horse sized pills filled with some plant material. Ok.... ask what each one will do before takeing it. this one will allow energy to disengage, the undigested mass. I take that. then the next one after ten more minutes...its like sand in a plastic bag colored...she says to swallow it, some of it...it will scout and break the energetic connections...the hooks, this cancer like mass (I heard this word whispered when i was being shunned) had in my intestines, and it would fall out...like a big poo tumor baby to be turned to water. But i pause...i ask...i will bleed wont i....i will die? She says i WILL bleed, and this body in drema might die yes, as it is holding the sick in second attention, to clense the tonal...i have plenty of others...but the song energy centered it here, so this one dies yea. Now i pause. I whisper to her, i dont want to leave an inert body like this, attatched to the toilet (i could not move) for them to poke at and make use off...dont want this coat or awareness "harvested" in the sorceric scense. Can she help me to ge tto somewhere safer to die? she considers and says yes. So we detatch me from the toilet thing. And i make myself aware to walk out to "car". I pause when i leave hte building. A "cousin" came this "far" in my awareness...i dont want to abandon them here in second attention. Can she find them and bring them back, im still weak. Ok, the lady and the daughter go. And i can follow them with my eyes, and i see they find the "cousin". But then, something bad. A wall of fog...energy, dream fog, and then i somehow loose sight of those 3. and i despair, because i am going to "DIE" here soon regardless due to what i started with the song. Now i do something strange...and wonderfull, different, i find my voice, and SPEAK into the fog, with awareness. "Are their any angels here, who want to help me with this". Angels meant like a quality of awareness, not IBs quite, not other things. Not religious angels i meant something different. Like good Dijin i suppose one could say. A word like "Licht Seberaial" is in me.
4. So many come! So many beings. First the three i saw in the distance, but then more, and more. the fog lifts, they trickle in from all directions. Some look like hindu holy men, others are soldiers, some arent even human, but all have a similar...feel. Men and woman. I marvel at all that come, i think to myself "A flock of angels" I feel a bit...humbled...all these came to help with my inner problem, because i asked...bathroom...its so odd its funny. Very clear and lucid. I spoke to some, but they spoke more ot each other...they were as surprised as me it seems. Many refered to each other as "Paramahamsa" Paramahamsa (परमहंस), also spelled paramahansa or paramhansa, is a Sanskrit religio-theological title of honor applied to Hindu spiritual teachers of lofty status who are regarded as having attained enlightenment. The title literally means "supreme swan," and symbolizes spiritual discrimination. The swan is equally at home on land or water. Similarly, the true sage is equally at home in the realms of matter and of spirit. To be in divine ecstasy and simultaneously to be actively wakeful is the paramahansa state; the 'royal swan' of the soul floats in the cosmic ocean, beholding both its body and the ocean as manifestations of the same Spirit. The word 'Paramahamsa' means One whos is Awakened in all realms. [1] Paramahansa is a sannyasi of the highest level of spiritual development in which union with ultimate reality is attained.[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paramahamsa What they came to help me birth is the release and purification of that inner turmoil into awareness...i understand because they understand. And yet, the comedy of it. one of them, and i forget the name he gave me, when he sees me looking at him...seeing at him, says to me "Your energy, your dream bubble, is like a reunion for us" I am confused, so he points at one of the Paramahansas. "that one, (name i cant remember) We have not seen in thousands upon thousands of years". We all, like 40 of them/me start walking...i have no problem walking to a place i can be guided to go now...and to leave a mess. the one he pointed at is looking at us, smiling a coy smile and stokes his small well oiled beard and i reflectively touch my own and he winks and smiles turns away...he is silent. the one speaking to me goes on telling me of him im curiose. "he...is one of the oldest. He has indulged till he was bore din EVERY variation of vice and virtue...and many we can not understand, and yet remians in this state. Many dont understand him, and he doesnt speak...he is a mystery to us even, the nature of his being. And yet...he is the one, it is said, who will face the great DIVA (name) and triumph. None of us, all of us could not, and yet...how...is a mystery...". Interesting. We are walking, soon we are at the energy wall in dream space second attention. I thought only to find a safe spot to shed this, but they are walking me elsewhere, directly. I am excited by this! Its mor ehten i hoped when i asked. when i cross, i simply disolve, like fat on the griddle, like a silent sizzle, but im still walking, but the body and all in it is back to energy. After a time, i wake, and record the expereince in that body...the other stuff, i cant explain or even recall.
"Gloria"
Gloria, you're always on the run now.
Running after somebody, you gotta get him somehow.
I think you've got to slow down, before you start to blow it.
I think you're headed for a breakdown, so be careful not to show it
You really don't remember, was it something that he said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?
If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody callin'?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hangin' on the line, oh-oh-oh, calling Gloria
Gloria (Gloria), I think they got your number (Gloria)
I think they got the alias (Gloria) that you've been living under (Gloria)
But you really don't remember, was it something that they said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, Gloria, how's it gonna go down?
Will you meet him on the main line, or will you catch him on the rebound?
Will you marry for the money, take a lover in the afternoon?
Feel your innocence slipping away, don't believe it's comin' back soon
And you really don't remember, was it something that he said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'?
If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody callin'?
You don't have to answer
Leave them hangin' on the line, oh-oh-oh, calling Gloria
Gloria (Gloria), I think they got your number (Gloria)
I think they got the alias (Gloria) that you've been living under (Gloria)
But you really don't remember, was it something that they said?
Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
(Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria)
(Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria) ...
So enough reading, enough writting for one night/day i think. Spent more time trying to explain what was going on that represented in my dream, but not what it actually is about. Need to work on that or so im told lol. the rest will be a few quick notes.
5. Shifting worlds without moving. Shifting ina group, group from before. Also shifting alone, to see the increase in range from AP's differnet from my own. Angular momentum...slight bend at the stem, and a tree goes in a whole new direction. The group...hold the ap, hold all the potential. this is a CC like sorcert Excersise, done with the larger group. More advanced form of "awareness flagpoles".
6. Stores...for shopping are also stories told. Some stories are brave and true, some are stories of nazis and war. All stories, all shops. People select what story they hold, pattern, and arrange the ap...the subjective reality emeshed in the objective...or group planetary awareness. But they are all sub stories. So we practice. Building correct narratives, but not limited. And then we shine the energy of the collective ap through it, and its like a crystal with beams, and then we can narrow on any one of them and go into it, and like the beam...a reverse pulse, shine out into the unknown. Similar to the part before, but this is about shining and moving, not shifting perception worlds. finding the right angle to pulse from. Personal power spot in the narrative in that scense. Leave stay, here there, beam pulse. on and on and on and on. is infinity.
7. a part where its all about the group. Why it is. the expanded range! when all solitary, even the best of us, its an inward range, sides of the box...old seers/new seers. but thats dumb, its not about seperation. It s arecursive inward, a vortex, and then there is a beam...outward shine. How to do both? flat plane is universe. One side is blakc hole, sucks in. thats the inward. Opposite side is white hole...it expells...a beam. So we suck in, in energy, gathe rpower...hits critical mass...and out the other side, we beam, expell...white hole. We create a new reality from the energy. this is in agregate, not so individule. so start now, or start on the other side. those that start now, create now...are ready. the poor loners, find themself in a space defined by the organized whole. Start lower and dont have tools to access right away. these awarenesses fall out again, and become "me and you" on a world of the "us's" making. So best to go prepared. Penny for the ferryman and all that.
8. Car shopping, most stores closed. need a car for a friend. One place high payments, one is very low and good price for same car. Salesman sees us, directs us to the good deal, because we are good people. Bad people, selfish, mean, pay much more for the same. Its not judgement! they have more ot give up, since they took so much. Fancy that, what you pay is on a sliding scale, so the sharers have less hoarded, pay almost nothing. the hoarders of power pay out the nose. So when both are "in the street" they have an equal amount of power left. different strokes for different folks it seems, but all balanced in end. lol. quick pointer. this was not about cars or a street. Its a principal of awareness movement. I found it funny this way, mad eit easier to see and record, so i dremaed it as such, from the raw energy teaching. See how that works? lol. I do it aware. All about group. 1/2 had 3 sides.
9. An old tv show, made new. Like farscape of babylon five. a lost inbetween series, made real on film. To bridge to us, the actors, through the blackhole, with new cars, to ou next generatipon of the production. Reality her eis one way built on bodies of dreams and energy. In a way its spiraling down...its all been downhill since the big bang. the point was to increase the awareness in the combustion of the structure...more come sout then went in. So on the other side, this woderfull show with us, the "next generation" is a building. Building on a structure. that will not be born from that infinity, into a finity (tonal) till the pattern is laid. the children of here, become the builders of there, and the cycle...like four seperate compartments in sorcery, nagual, spin continues. Grows. sit and spin...lol. this links back to 1. Ap shifting to hold seeing/potential. 2. Reality creating in ones journey...the beam. 3. The other side, laying down the experience, that goes into the flip sid eof the creation. Not sure if its new universe, or building this one, but before in time. Int he end, its a distinction without merit or meaning. lol.