04-12-2014, 12:01 AM
6/29-30/12 Wolf's Ranch, Church, woman in church and manor.
1. I am called, go to a small ranch, with horses, at the foot of some dry desert mountains, very angular. It is a bit of a drive up from the desert to reach that spot. When i arrive, their is a main house a bit away, and then a secondary smaller house, for ranch hands or rented out to helpers. I am looking at the house. It is occupied by a man, who doesnt seem to want to believe he is being evicted, but the letters and such were being delivered for some time before this time actually came to it was already settled by...spirit? Plenty of chance to reform or do whatever it was he was supposed to be doing as his rent. It had nothing to do with me as such. When he left, i looked at the structure, and saw lots of repairs that needed to be done structurally before it was habitable....thinks like leaking roof, some rot in wood etc. Im not actually doing anything, im just seeing it all outside of myself. What drew me in strongly...was i was tlaking to other people from ( ), but they were at a distance. When i was alone, i felt a pull to walk down to the coral/small barn like building. I went inside, and then turned around. There was a man, on a horse, clear as day. Very lucid, hyper real, out of ordinary moment. I knew who it was right away, it was NLW....i noticed he had let a bit of stubble grow, and there was silver hair in it, the silver...it reminde dme of how i saw my face in the hood the other night but not grown out nearly as long. It was a telescoping of awareness, hyper real, on him and the horse he was riding. He looked at me a moment more and simply said "andrew" like confirming my identity a statement. I simply siad ( ). Was like a handshake but there was allot more i cant really explain to it. another man came past me from around the corral door. Wolf simply called him "the farmer". He looked like a ranch hand, he dleivered the hay...grew it sold it. This man extended ahand to shake...and almost like an afterthought, i remembered how to shake hands. I was a bit startled by it for some reason. I expected a tight handshake, but his hand covered mine but not tightly. He did the strangest...quick motion. After he clasped my hand instead of withdrawing it he cupped his fingers like squeezing closed a tube, drew them closed then wthdrew the hand. I was very aware of how clamy my skin felt, but there was something else...something about that quick movement. He then went off after Wolf. After they were gone, i knew there was no following, i see ( ) and ( ) walking. I say "i just saw wolf he was on a horse" and im not sure they believe me...the super clarity is gone, its a bit of a fog over things as is usuall in my dreams and wakeing life. ( ) said something like "we will see" and walked out wth ( ) as if to look. I turned around and walked more into the horse coral/barn. Now ( ) comes up behind me and i tell her I saw wolf try to explain something. She sort of cuts me off says she isnt sure about something. Not that i saw him or not, something else around him. This was interupted by the half door on the other side of the coral shooting open infron of us. Two horses were putting their heads in...one of them had big teeth it was making a horse noise. So i push the door so it recloses. This time with more force the horse pushed it open and sticks its head in, and makes a very loud long whinneying sound that had resonance. This was so...the meeting part...hypoer rela and energetic, and the hand movement thing, i woke then right away at the horses insistance to right it down. I had not been asleep very long at all. The only thing... i was reading about nagualisim last night, something about transmision to the unseen spirit...i read and didnt read, i felt what i felt...i think this got in touch in someway. Thats why he (wolf) came to see who and confirmed my identidy then introcuced me to the farmer then left.
2. "string Ive Cranti RR" For once im not recalling what i tried to convey in that. Strings were threads, like railroad tracks, moveing between levels in energy...universe...dreams. The vehicle...the awareness...something on this, that i was in breaks...stops. Stuck. It is left on a string/Tracks. I am speaking in this, and this leads...as what the breakdown was...to an evil burn. A barn, different then the coral before, a burning version...Like...the walker ranch barn in season two of the "walking dead" where they kept the zombies. Were no zombies in the dream, but this was an evil barn with secrets, in an idylic energetic setting. this was a symbolic convesation with power somehow. this conversation led me to ( ). Having to do with, and or communicating with her. I die too, death. Say need help/need to help. the question was answered, but the answer was strange. The answer was, as i wrote it exactly. "by hill ti mgt (manegement) too bosterous. Somehow this all related to the first dream...the person evicted, evil barn, burned to hide something... was a bosterous act. Not wolf, no, management was spirit. This was its answer/proclomation and was supposed ot answer my question about "help". It almost, but not quite, makes scense now. After the dream the other day, is ent ( ) a message and she responded and we talke don skype for several hours today...somehow, again, it made scense, and mirrors what was in the dream...but not in a way i can easily put into words.
3. Anthony Bourdaine, the celebrety chef writer, tells me that i drink way too much coffee....Which us saying allot, coming from him, as he points out with a laugh. Its like an interview, at a restauront bistro in a big city. he asks me "what i know". In general. I give some simple answers. Surgery and diet. Or did i mean Jersey diet. the odd thing was, this part of the dream was also very realistic, and a bit humorous with a edgy yet profound undercurrent. I did reference snooki which was unexpected and made him laugh very loud. He rmeinde dme of ( ), or is that the other way around?
4. A church, the cathedral with the large circular window in santa fe new mexico. their are beings...people in the church. They are doing a ceremony, and i arrive...im in my bed...my bed sorta forms in the back of the church. A man like a priest, the people, they want me to rise from bed and join in the ceremony. I do not want to. Im only partially dressed, in something like a nigjtgown, and my legs are bare. Its very disconcerting. Their is an undercurrent of...something...mockery. The priset wants me to do something specific...i rise, and stand on the bed. I find my voice, my power voice, and give a "speach" That such ceremonies need to be open, not coercive somehow...the fact its like this seems wrong. I speak very well, and it seems im listened too. But the priest says something...snide. And the people in the church, they disagree...and then they call me "father" like one adresses a priest, but it is mocking...discord. I turn my back and go to the back to the entry to the church, and climb some stairs im quite hurt...not strongly, but a feeling of something hostile directed at me. I go to a room at the top of the winding stairs with n iron railing. Its like an office. There is a lady, by a desk...she vaguely is like a nun, or spirit, in some scense. I am not even able to articulate. Out exchange is not in words. Next i see, im following her voice, i hear it. She tells the people and the priest...shame on them, for making me collapse into shame...to seek refuge in the "sisters of shame" or with them...or is that why i was female like. I do not quite understand. The very very odd thing here. When i spoke to dreamlyn earlier, she tried to explain when i asked what she saw...around in me. The description she gave...and i didnt realize it till i looked at the notes, was like this woman! She saw her looking at paper sona desk...which is how i found her in the dream when i went up the stairs. This was a very unsettling dream...and i woke...sorta like a retreat, and scribbled some more notes and then almost immediately fell back asleep. I had not left the church...but i did leave the main room.
5. I go right back to the same church. this time im dressed appropraitely, and am me. I am with my mom and sister, and we are led to a church pew inback of the first empty row. The reserved seating by a man like an usher. Sitting in the center of the pew are two woman. One of them, is so vibrabt, real, shimmering power...but also...very aristocratic...comfortable in power perhaps is the way to explain it...the power of energy, that sort of power. she make s aspot for me and motions for me to sit right next to her. The feeling, being that close, its hard to explain...a pull, not forced but strong. She speaks softly to me, and i want to lean in. First, she sees my sister a bit down, crossing her legs at the ankles as she sits. She says thats not the way they sit...they have bare legs, incredably...shapely...vital. they demonstrate the correct way to sit for a woman...a quarter inch gap betweent he legs...to not cross power? I think my sister would be upset, but no, she seems confused but sits as they do its good somehow. After that, she leans close to my head, and we converse. But inside of thise energy...link bubble this powerfull energetic glow in feeling. She tells me, as a matter of fact, that we are of the same/similar...existance...quality...resonance? I would usually be self depreciating but i dont have any of thsoe deffenses i understand...i feel...ther eis no arguing against what is true on some level. I think of me...in life, but thats not it...clearly i have no great wealth or depth of lineage but that snot what it is...its that...feeling. We are tlaking in whispers...not talking...but its so energetic, like plants leaning into sunlight...the crowd that was rude...they ar ebehind me, and do not matter, not now. She whispers thats why they were hostile, trying to stick me in a wrong place because thats where they are...none of that matters to us here. It sounds elitest, but it wasnt...it was just...hard to explain. We want to go away from the church, and somehow, it opens up into a great manor...like the herst castle, but it feels more like in the palm springs area. But a estate, that is conserved by the state as a museum. It was ours, once, but not now. So many people...i think of them as relations. The woman...shes so animated, its constant, that being in each others energy, leaning. But i dont react...i get more and more lucid and clear. I understand waht she wants, in a way, but im unconcerned or...im just in the feeling. When she leans in close, and i into her, i am speaking...she comments on my "accent" in energy...when i choose to speak in english. But she means my energy, not voice. She says its so clear...the energy, without "accents". She laughs it makes it hard for her here, to find a shade to work on...like an emotion...something ill surge into. I hear my "voice". Very precise...soft, and clearly enunciated each word has allot of resonance. It seems we are having a similar effec tone ach other, as she would say is of cource the way it is. We go to a place to be more private...its like servants quarters....where caretakers live. It is empty. I see...somehow...there is a hotel roll bed layed out. What she mean was is i dont have an easily holdable...surge like desire, its all int hat feeling. I comment in the strange voice. "No it just means it has to be built, not an opening thats easy to hook into". So i think...it will be something romantic...intimate...it seemed ot be building to it. But a woman with children come in...and see us, and look embaressed, say "we will leave". I say "No need, this is your space, we will find another...no need to be disrupted" and smile. Shes leaning in again, commenting on how gently i handle that. I tell her im not always so gentle, but i save my... more pointed projections for when they are needed...so a small word has more weight, then if i screamed at the help all the time. I feel her approval for this for some reason. I think to go to "the skybar" with her...when we arrive...its like a 1960's modernist bar at the top, and a pool on the roof. Its crowded too, with "cousins". She sits and i speak to them...they say their is no alchohal, as its a state museum, its all colored water. Its a shame, what we have lost. I say "I have a plan, this was surrendered 100 years ago, but the name, lineage, ownership can be reasserted but i give no more detail. The woman, i see is falling asleep...finally, that we are seperated a bit...on the stool. I dont want to leave. I want to stay here/there like i can should do. My mom and sister find me now, they think im strange because there is no food or drink here, tell me we will eat in los Angeles. I say...thats not it...im trying to communicate my decision. But i wake before i do. Take notes. Somehow, i was so aware of myself and others here, it seems related to meeting wolf and the man he called "the farmer" who did something to my hand...it was not a man, a spirit its strange. I rub my hand like he did, as i wake. Take notes.
Life is a waterfall
We're one in the river
And one again after the fall
Swimming through the void
We hear the word
We lose ourselves
But we find it all...
Cause we are the ones that want to play
Always want to go
But you never want to stay
And we are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play
But you never want to lose
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Life is a waterfall
We drink from the river
Then we turn around and put up our walls
Swimming through the void
We hear the word
We lose ourselves
But we find it all...
Cause we are the ones that want to play
Always want to go
But you never want to stay
And we are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play
But you never want to lose
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes eternal prize
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes eternal prize
6. Its time to get up, but im not wanting to yet, so i done briefly there is something else. Two quick things happen. Inox. Cities as islands, like the sayshells. The tracks were connecting versions of them i see from the earlier dream that was hard to understand. The second thing is me cleaning, and my father is there...i did a good job, compared to where i was when he died...but he points at a small cabinent. I had shoved things i was working on then...beofre he died in it and never finished looked at them cleaned them up. I said simply i was so hurt by your dying i didnt go back to them. They were spiritual things my own personal path...he took them out again time to pick it back up. Also related to wold dream and church/lady. Tenant i would guess. Or the one like the "sister of shame" its hard to explain logically ofc. lol.
1. I am called, go to a small ranch, with horses, at the foot of some dry desert mountains, very angular. It is a bit of a drive up from the desert to reach that spot. When i arrive, their is a main house a bit away, and then a secondary smaller house, for ranch hands or rented out to helpers. I am looking at the house. It is occupied by a man, who doesnt seem to want to believe he is being evicted, but the letters and such were being delivered for some time before this time actually came to it was already settled by...spirit? Plenty of chance to reform or do whatever it was he was supposed to be doing as his rent. It had nothing to do with me as such. When he left, i looked at the structure, and saw lots of repairs that needed to be done structurally before it was habitable....thinks like leaking roof, some rot in wood etc. Im not actually doing anything, im just seeing it all outside of myself. What drew me in strongly...was i was tlaking to other people from ( ), but they were at a distance. When i was alone, i felt a pull to walk down to the coral/small barn like building. I went inside, and then turned around. There was a man, on a horse, clear as day. Very lucid, hyper real, out of ordinary moment. I knew who it was right away, it was NLW....i noticed he had let a bit of stubble grow, and there was silver hair in it, the silver...it reminde dme of how i saw my face in the hood the other night but not grown out nearly as long. It was a telescoping of awareness, hyper real, on him and the horse he was riding. He looked at me a moment more and simply said "andrew" like confirming my identity a statement. I simply siad ( ). Was like a handshake but there was allot more i cant really explain to it. another man came past me from around the corral door. Wolf simply called him "the farmer". He looked like a ranch hand, he dleivered the hay...grew it sold it. This man extended ahand to shake...and almost like an afterthought, i remembered how to shake hands. I was a bit startled by it for some reason. I expected a tight handshake, but his hand covered mine but not tightly. He did the strangest...quick motion. After he clasped my hand instead of withdrawing it he cupped his fingers like squeezing closed a tube, drew them closed then wthdrew the hand. I was very aware of how clamy my skin felt, but there was something else...something about that quick movement. He then went off after Wolf. After they were gone, i knew there was no following, i see ( ) and ( ) walking. I say "i just saw wolf he was on a horse" and im not sure they believe me...the super clarity is gone, its a bit of a fog over things as is usuall in my dreams and wakeing life. ( ) said something like "we will see" and walked out wth ( ) as if to look. I turned around and walked more into the horse coral/barn. Now ( ) comes up behind me and i tell her I saw wolf try to explain something. She sort of cuts me off says she isnt sure about something. Not that i saw him or not, something else around him. This was interupted by the half door on the other side of the coral shooting open infron of us. Two horses were putting their heads in...one of them had big teeth it was making a horse noise. So i push the door so it recloses. This time with more force the horse pushed it open and sticks its head in, and makes a very loud long whinneying sound that had resonance. This was so...the meeting part...hypoer rela and energetic, and the hand movement thing, i woke then right away at the horses insistance to right it down. I had not been asleep very long at all. The only thing... i was reading about nagualisim last night, something about transmision to the unseen spirit...i read and didnt read, i felt what i felt...i think this got in touch in someway. Thats why he (wolf) came to see who and confirmed my identidy then introcuced me to the farmer then left.
2. "string Ive Cranti RR" For once im not recalling what i tried to convey in that. Strings were threads, like railroad tracks, moveing between levels in energy...universe...dreams. The vehicle...the awareness...something on this, that i was in breaks...stops. Stuck. It is left on a string/Tracks. I am speaking in this, and this leads...as what the breakdown was...to an evil burn. A barn, different then the coral before, a burning version...Like...the walker ranch barn in season two of the "walking dead" where they kept the zombies. Were no zombies in the dream, but this was an evil barn with secrets, in an idylic energetic setting. this was a symbolic convesation with power somehow. this conversation led me to ( ). Having to do with, and or communicating with her. I die too, death. Say need help/need to help. the question was answered, but the answer was strange. The answer was, as i wrote it exactly. "by hill ti mgt (manegement) too bosterous. Somehow this all related to the first dream...the person evicted, evil barn, burned to hide something... was a bosterous act. Not wolf, no, management was spirit. This was its answer/proclomation and was supposed ot answer my question about "help". It almost, but not quite, makes scense now. After the dream the other day, is ent ( ) a message and she responded and we talke don skype for several hours today...somehow, again, it made scense, and mirrors what was in the dream...but not in a way i can easily put into words.
3. Anthony Bourdaine, the celebrety chef writer, tells me that i drink way too much coffee....Which us saying allot, coming from him, as he points out with a laugh. Its like an interview, at a restauront bistro in a big city. he asks me "what i know". In general. I give some simple answers. Surgery and diet. Or did i mean Jersey diet. the odd thing was, this part of the dream was also very realistic, and a bit humorous with a edgy yet profound undercurrent. I did reference snooki which was unexpected and made him laugh very loud. He rmeinde dme of ( ), or is that the other way around?
4. A church, the cathedral with the large circular window in santa fe new mexico. their are beings...people in the church. They are doing a ceremony, and i arrive...im in my bed...my bed sorta forms in the back of the church. A man like a priest, the people, they want me to rise from bed and join in the ceremony. I do not want to. Im only partially dressed, in something like a nigjtgown, and my legs are bare. Its very disconcerting. Their is an undercurrent of...something...mockery. The priset wants me to do something specific...i rise, and stand on the bed. I find my voice, my power voice, and give a "speach" That such ceremonies need to be open, not coercive somehow...the fact its like this seems wrong. I speak very well, and it seems im listened too. But the priest says something...snide. And the people in the church, they disagree...and then they call me "father" like one adresses a priest, but it is mocking...discord. I turn my back and go to the back to the entry to the church, and climb some stairs im quite hurt...not strongly, but a feeling of something hostile directed at me. I go to a room at the top of the winding stairs with n iron railing. Its like an office. There is a lady, by a desk...she vaguely is like a nun, or spirit, in some scense. I am not even able to articulate. Out exchange is not in words. Next i see, im following her voice, i hear it. She tells the people and the priest...shame on them, for making me collapse into shame...to seek refuge in the "sisters of shame" or with them...or is that why i was female like. I do not quite understand. The very very odd thing here. When i spoke to dreamlyn earlier, she tried to explain when i asked what she saw...around in me. The description she gave...and i didnt realize it till i looked at the notes, was like this woman! She saw her looking at paper sona desk...which is how i found her in the dream when i went up the stairs. This was a very unsettling dream...and i woke...sorta like a retreat, and scribbled some more notes and then almost immediately fell back asleep. I had not left the church...but i did leave the main room.
5. I go right back to the same church. this time im dressed appropraitely, and am me. I am with my mom and sister, and we are led to a church pew inback of the first empty row. The reserved seating by a man like an usher. Sitting in the center of the pew are two woman. One of them, is so vibrabt, real, shimmering power...but also...very aristocratic...comfortable in power perhaps is the way to explain it...the power of energy, that sort of power. she make s aspot for me and motions for me to sit right next to her. The feeling, being that close, its hard to explain...a pull, not forced but strong. She speaks softly to me, and i want to lean in. First, she sees my sister a bit down, crossing her legs at the ankles as she sits. She says thats not the way they sit...they have bare legs, incredably...shapely...vital. they demonstrate the correct way to sit for a woman...a quarter inch gap betweent he legs...to not cross power? I think my sister would be upset, but no, she seems confused but sits as they do its good somehow. After that, she leans close to my head, and we converse. But inside of thise energy...link bubble this powerfull energetic glow in feeling. She tells me, as a matter of fact, that we are of the same/similar...existance...quality...resonance? I would usually be self depreciating but i dont have any of thsoe deffenses i understand...i feel...ther eis no arguing against what is true on some level. I think of me...in life, but thats not it...clearly i have no great wealth or depth of lineage but that snot what it is...its that...feeling. We are tlaking in whispers...not talking...but its so energetic, like plants leaning into sunlight...the crowd that was rude...they ar ebehind me, and do not matter, not now. She whispers thats why they were hostile, trying to stick me in a wrong place because thats where they are...none of that matters to us here. It sounds elitest, but it wasnt...it was just...hard to explain. We want to go away from the church, and somehow, it opens up into a great manor...like the herst castle, but it feels more like in the palm springs area. But a estate, that is conserved by the state as a museum. It was ours, once, but not now. So many people...i think of them as relations. The woman...shes so animated, its constant, that being in each others energy, leaning. But i dont react...i get more and more lucid and clear. I understand waht she wants, in a way, but im unconcerned or...im just in the feeling. When she leans in close, and i into her, i am speaking...she comments on my "accent" in energy...when i choose to speak in english. But she means my energy, not voice. She says its so clear...the energy, without "accents". She laughs it makes it hard for her here, to find a shade to work on...like an emotion...something ill surge into. I hear my "voice". Very precise...soft, and clearly enunciated each word has allot of resonance. It seems we are having a similar effec tone ach other, as she would say is of cource the way it is. We go to a place to be more private...its like servants quarters....where caretakers live. It is empty. I see...somehow...there is a hotel roll bed layed out. What she mean was is i dont have an easily holdable...surge like desire, its all int hat feeling. I comment in the strange voice. "No it just means it has to be built, not an opening thats easy to hook into". So i think...it will be something romantic...intimate...it seemed ot be building to it. But a woman with children come in...and see us, and look embaressed, say "we will leave". I say "No need, this is your space, we will find another...no need to be disrupted" and smile. Shes leaning in again, commenting on how gently i handle that. I tell her im not always so gentle, but i save my... more pointed projections for when they are needed...so a small word has more weight, then if i screamed at the help all the time. I feel her approval for this for some reason. I think to go to "the skybar" with her...when we arrive...its like a 1960's modernist bar at the top, and a pool on the roof. Its crowded too, with "cousins". She sits and i speak to them...they say their is no alchohal, as its a state museum, its all colored water. Its a shame, what we have lost. I say "I have a plan, this was surrendered 100 years ago, but the name, lineage, ownership can be reasserted but i give no more detail. The woman, i see is falling asleep...finally, that we are seperated a bit...on the stool. I dont want to leave. I want to stay here/there like i can should do. My mom and sister find me now, they think im strange because there is no food or drink here, tell me we will eat in los Angeles. I say...thats not it...im trying to communicate my decision. But i wake before i do. Take notes. Somehow, i was so aware of myself and others here, it seems related to meeting wolf and the man he called "the farmer" who did something to my hand...it was not a man, a spirit its strange. I rub my hand like he did, as i wake. Take notes.
Life is a waterfall
We're one in the river
And one again after the fall
Swimming through the void
We hear the word
We lose ourselves
But we find it all...
Cause we are the ones that want to play
Always want to go
But you never want to stay
And we are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play
But you never want to lose
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Life is a waterfall
We drink from the river
Then we turn around and put up our walls
Swimming through the void
We hear the word
We lose ourselves
But we find it all...
Cause we are the ones that want to play
Always want to go
But you never want to stay
And we are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play
But you never want to lose
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes eternal prize
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes eternal prize
6. Its time to get up, but im not wanting to yet, so i done briefly there is something else. Two quick things happen. Inox. Cities as islands, like the sayshells. The tracks were connecting versions of them i see from the earlier dream that was hard to understand. The second thing is me cleaning, and my father is there...i did a good job, compared to where i was when he died...but he points at a small cabinent. I had shoved things i was working on then...beofre he died in it and never finished looked at them cleaned them up. I said simply i was so hurt by your dying i didnt go back to them. They were spiritual things my own personal path...he took them out again time to pick it back up. Also related to wold dream and church/lady. Tenant i would guess. Or the one like the "sister of shame" its hard to explain logically ofc. lol.