09-30-2013, 12:00 AM
I cant do it. I remember, but it doesnt want to be written. This is weird. Ill put my very brief notes. Recall hides its face, but not from me. its odd. Like its alive. Energy.
Journey through the galactic center. A vast ship, and a bigger base. A fight. Ships alive. Fights transfer. I bring a second ship from other side, splits focus. Large hostile ship runs out of energy. We dock.
It is now a house, with a staff of servants. The ship, large one is the size of a world. Like the pit of the center of a peach. Galaxy is peach/seed.
House/staff interactions. A game of basket ball, under the moon (ship was that big, had free floating planets inside, moons, day and night, a star inside like a dysons sphere) I am told i cant "dunk". I float liek with russian man, glide, in air, shut people up. there is a fight, they pick on my friends. Fools crowd around me. small guns, dont hurt me, but they hurt others. there is a robbery. I say enough. See a loner to side...i say "and what is your opinion?" power man. ( ... i hadnt seen his picture before looked just like his new avatar) He hands me a gun he was cleaning. He says id shoot too. Take it. thinking. But i dont kill. the Doll Girl, who was most struck, of my friends, on the ship by these, rises and flays them with will. So i dont have to be a shooter. Blood. Blood, in "house". Staff notice. A strange woman/maid/being. She says. "sure is empty" We have lost all our blood, she means. Cleaning.
We go to seek our creators, at the true center. A wall, with window. two idenitical men. Kind. Say its ok. Bid us to forget, to leave, spell. Not right. 2 of us dont forget. Says "this is unfortunate". His gift, awareness, his awareness, was a curse! We are part of him, fragments sent out. Wants us to forget, take them back. We refuse, he cannot take like that. Leads us into a lab. such horrors. Cats, instead of limbs, they have cow tits, udders, oozing milk, strange things like that. Rejected things, expirement things. Leaves gift bags, that follow us. bombs, explode, we find the pattern, it catches its tail like a snake and spins out of existance. Doll girl is ok. No blood like doll now me too. We all follow now. Time to leave, back into the small ship, Delphinus and the other one. One last trap, test. A wall with vines, vines come alive, wrap, thorns. Lucky the aware had no blood. Seeds...thorns, explode, new vines. We defeat these, cut them somehow. knife. Sword. Blade of grass/sword. Cuts dream from reality, energy. Watch it grow from seed, in a seprate "dream bubble" then wield it...it wields itself, life. We find the "exterminator" of awareness. Ends the vines and pursuit. But a price. SHe saves us, but demands our memories of the experience at the center as payment. We pay. ( ) pays. But...Im not the same. Funny trick. Made copy inside. Is alive see? Keep. We remember something, ( ) does not.
LAter: Energy lines of world. also oil. Exploration. Across time. Remember so much dreams, since born. before, after. is awareness i stashed. Helps me...all dreams ever are there to touch. Black Crater, name of place, near china...near east. walled city. Airplanes going into dark cloud. Zinjan? something. ( ) knows. Also black crater see dragon. Chinese one. black...like oil. Exploration. Dusty, hot. (correction. Not near china. Wrote silk road and arrow at china. Black crater/desert/ Oil and energy networks were same as silk road in flow. My notes are a mess) Something about food, silkworms and moths scribbled with an arrow back at this section. heh.)
Edit: Ill ad d a little more. Since i was small and had an atlas, and would run my finger around in a trance to see stories of past and future, feel the places. always brought back to the kurdish region iran/syria/iraq turkey. Ishtar. Irbil was cente r of her worship long long ago. Everything she loves dies, everything that loves her dies. Like a curse see? So the female peshmerga that just came, came under ishtars banner. The flag of kurdistan, the sun, 21 point si believe, refers back to yesedra concept of lord of earth, but i saw it morph into ishtars crown at the galactic center. She helped "doll girl". a funny thing, in gleam of that sun, i saw quantum shamans writtings. She wrote something about the eagle, finds no other slike it, despairs. it son her website i read it years ago. So ishtar, with bird feet. eagle. The galactic creator at center. Awareness. The specific women i saw die 2 days ago. In turkey. Kurds...ishtars children. Even found a pic and short story of battle translated today. We took some of them to the center. they stayed. But some of us had to go seek the very center. Adventures ensued.
As Queen of Heaven, she replaced Sin as the moon deity; she rode through the sky at night in a chariot drawn by goats or lions. The zodiac was known as the "girdle of Ishtar," which also refers to the ancient moon calendar. In this position she was the giver of omens, and prophecy through dreams, and through her magic, others could obtain secret knowledge.
Ishtar was associated with the planet Venus. Both the lion and dove were sacred to her
http://people.tribe.net/phosh/blog/0ef0 ... dc855848d5
Also, this article touching the picture made me dream with the figure in red headscarf. Which pulled me back into another revolution i had just gotten out of (syria...this time kurdish aspect). that is like the thing billy crystal spoke to in that dream. sigh.
http://www.rudaw.net/english/news/syria/5002.html
The picture i used has aspects of lilith mythology. This begins to confuse and blur different energetic aspects, energy of words, vs dreams or beyond. (Ishatar/lilith...altough, there is an aspect of eminations similar to the bifracted nature of a single being, emenation, rays of light/divinity...greater and lesser/corrupt more pure at play in context so the mergin is not without resonate meaning...similar to indian cosmology...Shiva/Babbaji...hindu..."Awareness refracted into rays...demonstrated in Atlantis night dreaming firsthand...similar concept) Thats a whole nother can of worms, like equating versions of our lady of guadalupe with its inherent meso american symbology, Tonatzin syncronisity merging with mother of god figure... with say the polish catholic concept of the virgin mary. It just gets...ahh...messy. Confuses perception, clarity, jumping around linking to this or that, conspiracy, devil, mish mash. Im not confusing the two, the concepts. Not the same, although some in a necrotic niche of awareness feed by doing so to harvest the silk of confusion, and spin their own flawed divinity/existance. Cacons. Word. lol. Joseph and the technicolor dream coat, Dig Jive turkey? lol.
Journey through the galactic center. A vast ship, and a bigger base. A fight. Ships alive. Fights transfer. I bring a second ship from other side, splits focus. Large hostile ship runs out of energy. We dock.
It is now a house, with a staff of servants. The ship, large one is the size of a world. Like the pit of the center of a peach. Galaxy is peach/seed.
House/staff interactions. A game of basket ball, under the moon (ship was that big, had free floating planets inside, moons, day and night, a star inside like a dysons sphere) I am told i cant "dunk". I float liek with russian man, glide, in air, shut people up. there is a fight, they pick on my friends. Fools crowd around me. small guns, dont hurt me, but they hurt others. there is a robbery. I say enough. See a loner to side...i say "and what is your opinion?" power man. ( ... i hadnt seen his picture before looked just like his new avatar) He hands me a gun he was cleaning. He says id shoot too. Take it. thinking. But i dont kill. the Doll Girl, who was most struck, of my friends, on the ship by these, rises and flays them with will. So i dont have to be a shooter. Blood. Blood, in "house". Staff notice. A strange woman/maid/being. She says. "sure is empty" We have lost all our blood, she means. Cleaning.
We go to seek our creators, at the true center. A wall, with window. two idenitical men. Kind. Say its ok. Bid us to forget, to leave, spell. Not right. 2 of us dont forget. Says "this is unfortunate". His gift, awareness, his awareness, was a curse! We are part of him, fragments sent out. Wants us to forget, take them back. We refuse, he cannot take like that. Leads us into a lab. such horrors. Cats, instead of limbs, they have cow tits, udders, oozing milk, strange things like that. Rejected things, expirement things. Leaves gift bags, that follow us. bombs, explode, we find the pattern, it catches its tail like a snake and spins out of existance. Doll girl is ok. No blood like doll now me too. We all follow now. Time to leave, back into the small ship, Delphinus and the other one. One last trap, test. A wall with vines, vines come alive, wrap, thorns. Lucky the aware had no blood. Seeds...thorns, explode, new vines. We defeat these, cut them somehow. knife. Sword. Blade of grass/sword. Cuts dream from reality, energy. Watch it grow from seed, in a seprate "dream bubble" then wield it...it wields itself, life. We find the "exterminator" of awareness. Ends the vines and pursuit. But a price. SHe saves us, but demands our memories of the experience at the center as payment. We pay. ( ) pays. But...Im not the same. Funny trick. Made copy inside. Is alive see? Keep. We remember something, ( ) does not.
LAter: Energy lines of world. also oil. Exploration. Across time. Remember so much dreams, since born. before, after. is awareness i stashed. Helps me...all dreams ever are there to touch. Black Crater, name of place, near china...near east. walled city. Airplanes going into dark cloud. Zinjan? something. ( ) knows. Also black crater see dragon. Chinese one. black...like oil. Exploration. Dusty, hot. (correction. Not near china. Wrote silk road and arrow at china. Black crater/desert/ Oil and energy networks were same as silk road in flow. My notes are a mess) Something about food, silkworms and moths scribbled with an arrow back at this section. heh.)
Edit: Ill ad d a little more. Since i was small and had an atlas, and would run my finger around in a trance to see stories of past and future, feel the places. always brought back to the kurdish region iran/syria/iraq turkey. Ishtar. Irbil was cente r of her worship long long ago. Everything she loves dies, everything that loves her dies. Like a curse see? So the female peshmerga that just came, came under ishtars banner. The flag of kurdistan, the sun, 21 point si believe, refers back to yesedra concept of lord of earth, but i saw it morph into ishtars crown at the galactic center. She helped "doll girl". a funny thing, in gleam of that sun, i saw quantum shamans writtings. She wrote something about the eagle, finds no other slike it, despairs. it son her website i read it years ago. So ishtar, with bird feet. eagle. The galactic creator at center. Awareness. The specific women i saw die 2 days ago. In turkey. Kurds...ishtars children. Even found a pic and short story of battle translated today. We took some of them to the center. they stayed. But some of us had to go seek the very center. Adventures ensued.
As Queen of Heaven, she replaced Sin as the moon deity; she rode through the sky at night in a chariot drawn by goats or lions. The zodiac was known as the "girdle of Ishtar," which also refers to the ancient moon calendar. In this position she was the giver of omens, and prophecy through dreams, and through her magic, others could obtain secret knowledge.
Ishtar was associated with the planet Venus. Both the lion and dove were sacred to her
http://people.tribe.net/phosh/blog/0ef0 ... dc855848d5
Also, this article touching the picture made me dream with the figure in red headscarf. Which pulled me back into another revolution i had just gotten out of (syria...this time kurdish aspect). that is like the thing billy crystal spoke to in that dream. sigh.
http://www.rudaw.net/english/news/syria/5002.html
The picture i used has aspects of lilith mythology. This begins to confuse and blur different energetic aspects, energy of words, vs dreams or beyond. (Ishatar/lilith...altough, there is an aspect of eminations similar to the bifracted nature of a single being, emenation, rays of light/divinity...greater and lesser/corrupt more pure at play in context so the mergin is not without resonate meaning...similar to indian cosmology...Shiva/Babbaji...hindu..."Awareness refracted into rays...demonstrated in Atlantis night dreaming firsthand...similar concept) Thats a whole nother can of worms, like equating versions of our lady of guadalupe with its inherent meso american symbology, Tonatzin syncronisity merging with mother of god figure... with say the polish catholic concept of the virgin mary. It just gets...ahh...messy. Confuses perception, clarity, jumping around linking to this or that, conspiracy, devil, mish mash. Im not confusing the two, the concepts. Not the same, although some in a necrotic niche of awareness feed by doing so to harvest the silk of confusion, and spin their own flawed divinity/existance. Cacons. Word. lol. Joseph and the technicolor dream coat, Dig Jive turkey? lol.