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Been thinking about dreaming and I don't have the energy yet to engage a dreaming group (anywhere), but some interesting discussions arising from dreaming would be welcomed. These are brief notes. I can expand if anyone has similar themes or events.
Aug 17, 2017
-Traveling with a man (that looks like Green Arrow from the TV series). We dive into the water to escape, but the breaths are very long. I'm sort of in first person, sort of an omnipresence. A ship. Further underwater, maze-like. Ultimately we wind up on a ship with dead people. They animate if we get near enough. I lose the man, wind up projecting a woman. The woman is stuck on the ship and is too scared to move. Movement is seen nearby, the man I was with animated a dead person. Dead person is coming our way. I tell her to hold on.
I head toward the dead person (in first person perspective), toward the woman, and ... wind up tossing myself over the ledge to commit suicide ( ? ). I faceplant down below and I'm wondering why I'm not dead (dead as in why am I able to open my eyes and still access this vessel). Turns out, the shift allowed spiritual me to arrive. I peel myself from the floor and there's some epiphany I'm having. Dying this way connected the remaining fragmented parts of myself--aligning me. I feel fabulous.
The dead thing comes for me and leaves the woman I was protecting alone. I go after the dead thing, as an equal (because I'm dead too) and a weird chase ensues. At first, she chased me to a bottom platform, but now I'm chasing her. It's a really odd dynamic in that I had to become a demonic essence to attack the demonic essence (and that's generally not very weird, but this context was odd for me for some reason).
Somehow this ends and people are fine (or the dream shifts).
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Same guy again. We're traveling through a town. First segment that woman is nearby again. The dream feels like some sh*tty version of Desperate Housewives: nice houses, nice lawns, shady humans. Stuff happens (mediocre level of excitement) here but recall is lacking (there was a lot going on).
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Same guy again. We're traveling through a mall briefly. That same woman is there but she's taken a different form. There's some kid wandering around, like a toddler or child, but it's not mine. I wind up with them and we're standing on a platform near an elevator when the dream shifts again.
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Same guy again. It's evening and him and I are running outside, near a building. We're not being chased, we're just . . . maybe jogging? We go to his vehicle (a truck) and I notice my jogging leggings (non important detail). We never really speak much, that I can recall. Most of it is silent understanding and for me, he is very simple to understand. All night it seemed like we just hung around one another without verbal or telepathic communication. That dynamic was unusual for me. It was lovely.
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*wind up protecting, not projecting, a woman.
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Aug 18, 2017
Briefly:
-premonition of an event, but hadn't known the details to avoid it.
-learned the details as the moment was unfolding (very unhelpful)
-sniper at my 12'oclock in the building across from us
-informed the others in the room with me
-seeing the beginning unfold. The window frame, stand, rifle. Curtains blowing in my room. The moment is beautiful. Time feels slow, but it's not slowed in any fashion. I knew what was to unfold but I was powerless to stop it. A reminder that as powerful as my mind is--I don't wield outcomes. I wield time--the gift of it. Choices must be made by others. I provide data to help make informed choices--and I have no control over those.
-death was upon us
-I was privy to a front row seat.
-I'm not anxious--only trying to see past the point of time, searching for better outcomes
-The target was in the line of sight
-An unidentifiable individual emerged from the floor below the sniper.
-Another individual emerged from the floor above the sniper.
-The sniper was successfully removed from the equation.
-I hadn't seen that outcome.
Reflection:
What beauty that held. To know that tragedy is in the future--but that the future is not fated. The gift of seeing such tragedy is in knowing that action can be taken to avoid it. Humanity is pieces to a greater puzzle and even those with the gift of time--vision to see ahead or behind--are unable to alter outcomes. Time Keepers work with those who induce action to find creative avenues of expression to achieve the desired outcome. There is the feeling of humility in knowing that the sands of time have a HAP of their own and that we can impact those when we work in unison with others.
Magical is my perception of what occurred in that dream. Knowing that tragedy was unfolding and seeing the action necessary to say to death, "Not today." Then the afterthought settles... if we lived past the point of no return--what new trajectory have we set for ourselves?
What will ultimately claim our lives and what context will we be met with?
As powerful as it is to wield something like time--I don't feel very powerful. I feel powerful enough to manage humanity, but there is so much more out there beyond humanity. Humanity are merely shells housing souls. The majority of us are idiots (lack unison of self). The things to be seen beyond humanity, time being one of those things, humble me. I've observed enough to know that I am, by far, not very powerful. I'm powerful enough, but there's so much more out there. How far can the tentacles of my mind touch? Again, the majority of humans use far less than 10% of their brain power.
What else can be developed  and what else remains outside of our level of perception? Expanding perception involved mental flexibility (adaptability). Emotional and spiritual flexibility and strength. Integrity, self-awareness, commitment, kindness. There is so much possible--an entire alphabet to learn and master. Then, once mastered, there are poems to write
It's a nice feeling to feel so humble. To know that I truly know nothing, even as I wield the power of time. There's a grace and elegance to such wisdom.
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"I head toward the dead person (in first person perspective), toward the woman, and ... wind up tossing myself over the ledge to commit suicide ( ? ). I faceplant down below and I'm wondering why I'm not dead (dead as in why am I able to open my eyes and still access this vessel). Turns out, the shift allowed spiritual me to arrive. I peel myself from the floor and there's some epiphany I'm having. Dying this way connected the remaining fragmented parts of myself--aligning me. I feel fabulous"
This part galvanized my attention. I wonder why? Any impressions looking back on this?
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Heh, my impression is that I should attempt suicide anytime I want a boost in enlightenment xP In all seriousness, I don't know what it is about that process of dying that is helpful and supportive. Maybe the help isn't in the falling, but in the rising that must come after a fall. Who knows really. It could be a number of things, but I don't recommend suicide--unless there are no other viable options available then the hail-mary of suicide was an interesting experience. I guess if we're battling things in the tonal, then we must take on a tonal HAP. If we're warring with spiritual beings then we have to transcend to their plane of existence. When we make an impact on others it's because we've reached them at their level. Works for both healing and destroying.
Then again, it's just dreams. Who really knows if this is applicable to anything, anywhere
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Aug 20, 2017
Watergaze Gives a Gift
Spending some time at a campground. While here with others, I wander to a border, someplace outside of my camp, and stop. I gaze into a dying bonfire as the morning light reveals itself. The wind sweeps most of the remnants away and when I look up, Watergaze has arrived.
We speak for a bit. Normally. She gives me something that makes no sense to me. It's a pack of colored money and some... action figures? Apparently, the money totals to about $279-ish (give or take $20), but the denomination was in something other than dollars. I don't understand why she's giving me money but it feels like it's not about the money. As in, she's not paying me... but she's showing me something. It's all wrapped up in packaging that looks like something you would find in a toy store. I never open the money or the action figures--I just gracefully receive it and put it somewhere until I better understand the gesture. It was a nice dream, quiet and peaceful, even if a little odd (there were minor scenes later in dreaming that involved mystery and deceit, but those weren't profound themes).
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"It could be a number of things, but I don't recommend suicide--unless there are no other viable options available then the hail-mary of suicide was an interesting experience"
Yeah, I knew you weren't recommending suicide in all seriousness
But, then again......as you say, there is something to be said for doing what's necessary when things are untenable...impossible. That, to me, is what's demonstrated in the dream....the capacity to act in complete abandon when thing's reach a certain juxtaposition of crisis....even if it means acquiescing to one's death.
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Dying is easy. It's living that's difficult So many are fearful of death because it is the unknown. Really, death is transcending the tonal. For psychics (sensitive folk with awareness) death of the body is certainly not the death of consciousness. We know this because we live in a physical reality and a spiritual reality. Some can't handle the duality and so fear settles. It's a lack of self-awareness. I really wish we had more shamans in the world who could help alleviate the concern of death. Not to promote suicide, but to promote peace within the unknown.
Wow. That does sound borderline cultish :/
Dreaming helps connect people with their spirit and it's safe enough to promote. Dreaming is the bridge between worlds. It's a gradual exposure to the unknown and the shaman is the dream walker who travels between the worlds. It's really quite cool to consider how simple collective enlightenment could be.
Eh--but trying to pitch shared dreaming to mainstream scientists is comical. It's happening, but slowly.
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I heard that dying is easy. I've also heard that it can be the most hellish experience imaginable given the culmination of crushing inevitability of unresolved whatever-it-was that wasn't consciously addressed in one's lifetime.
I can't remember dying, so I don't have any input one way or another. If it's like making the transition to OBE, that would be cool....but I remember my first few experiences being pretty scary, if only in its bizarre-ness.
Good instruction to keep on dreaming, though. Keep welcoming all forms of transition in this state
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You are a better human then I am. I often interfere with other's choices. I make them for them. Part of me knows that I shouldn't do this but I do it everyday almost. I often command my people. I move them. They often dont know about my interference and yet sometimes they do. I am so used to control from living among iobs and there I had to move them. I had not much choice as it was the way of life. They taught me to move people as well and for me there is not much difference between the two. However lately, stalking the heart, I learned to let people be. Not to interfere with them. However there is a strong desire for myself to always get what I want and so I often just tell them what to do.
I do not think you are weak at all. I can see your power. You are a very gifted stalker of humanity.
I am interested in what form of power you have over time? Time fascinates me to no end. I too have great power over time and I always seek to better understand it. Science has finally opened its eyes to be able to understand that time has multiple dimensions.
Death for me has been many things. Never oblivion. The first time I died was the most significant. I saw a light in the darkness like so many others, and it came towards me and I came towards it together. The light came to stop right in front of me and a voice said it is what ii wanted to see. She said it is beautiful. At that moment I saw it as beautiful and dove right into it. Thats when I exploded into infinity and became the totality of everythign and nothing. I became nothing and everything. Nothing being death and in balance with everything. I saw that his balance is what creates everything. Death being the relaease of one way and the split into another way. I saw the open barren field ready to be planted with the choice of any crop. I saw pure choice. It was free.
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Glance, I will thanks.
Serloco, time keeper was just a goofy phrase I used to simplify a larger concept. To avoid speaking about my power over time, I think it's more important to identify other figures. There are people, throughout time who have been labeled as prophets, soothsayers, etc who see potential futures. Those people move ahead in time to view futures beyond their individual selves. They can communicate those events when they purposefully focus on specific threads of awareness. Usually, these individuals don't care to view threads--there are better things to view than the spiritual lifetime reality shows xP These people tend to be rather strange and predictably, they live on the fringe of society because the knowledge they carry is not well understood by normal people. Those people live in two worlds and can bridge one world with another, but I imagine it's tough living two sorts of lives that require very different HAPs. Typically, it's easier to pick one and then just use the other as a vacation home
I suspect this is also why many people experience the side-effect of mental illness. A sudden extreme HAP shift leaves the mind unstable. Without the proper support structures, a mind will fall. Without the skilled shaman to help one mind understand the spiritual mind, it's often too much information. The mentally ill are those who were brave enough to find the other world but lacked a village (or shaman) to help them stabilize the transition.
So time keepers and those with a command over time are just people with the power to jump forward and/or backward in time. Backward meaning they can see the history of people and the sort of experiences that defined them. It's very private, so it's often touchy topics that are best left unsaid--unless there's a reason to publicize it. It is also the time keepers who have an uncanny ability to figure out the mechanisms of how a person functions. Skilled steamers (stalkers and dreamers combined) are particularly odd to most.
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Aug 22, 2017
I was spending considerable time stalking a friend of mine in a new location. He was developing a new character, in a new city, but the history was the same as his other characters. His fictional backstory was a rich man in a position of power. I created a new character too. One of low power and low wealth. A character who could skip around through a society that would never notice her.
Reflection:
This leads me to ponder on how we create our fictional characters. The poor man without power would desire to invest in a character different than himself. It's also much less effort to survive when you're playing at the top of the hierarchy. Though it's fitting in that the characters of his are often sharks. My characters have typically been poor, friendly, and adventurous types without anything to tie them to anyone or anything. A free spirit who independently roams where her interests take her. Also, she's unintimidating to most and this makes it easier to truly get to know people. They wear fewer masks for someone who appears to know nothing. With no societal power she can't be a pawn for a larger scheme and the only thing to take from her is her freedom and that's something that only she can take away. It's no accident the character/vessel/gourd we create for ourselves. Patterns are very revealing and it was enjoyable to further assess a new creation of another.
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I like to read your dream. I can see how your psyche works. Its interesting also watching your progression.
I have time traveled as well and brought many things back from the future. I can now make nano-papers. I saw so many technological secrets while there and have done my best to integrate many of them into mainstream society. My knowledge of time allwos me to create and contorl the future quite often. Many of the new techs and new meds I have designed myself. Sure, I am bragging to a pretty girl but who cares right.. We only live once right? Or do we?
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Pixie Dust wrote:
Aug 20, 2017
Watergaze Gives a Gift
Spending some time at a campground. While here with others, I wander to a border, someplace outside of my camp, and stop. I gaze into a dying bonfire as the morning light reveals itself. The wind sweeps most of the remnants away and when I look up, Watergaze has arrived.
We speak for a bit. Normally. She gives me something that makes no sense to me. It's a pack of colored money and some... action figures? Apparently, the money totals to about $279-ish (give or take $20), but the denomination was in something other than dollars. I don't understand why she's giving me money but it feels like it's not about the money. As in, she's not paying me... but she's showing me something. It's all wrapped up in packaging that looks like something you would find in a toy store. I never open the money or the action figures--I just gracefully receive it and put it somewhere until I better understand the gesture. It was a nice dream, quiet and peaceful, even if a little odd (there were minor scenes later in dreaming that involved mystery and deceit, but those weren't profound themes).
heh, oddity can be cool. Makes one ponder, stop and think.
Did the colored money look like this?
Just maybe a week ago I was remembering one of our full moon intents where we gave gifts to each other and I thought about how that was really nice and how we should do that again sometime .
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Today I was driving and as a passenger got to admire the beauty of life around me, nature, the trees, and flowers. I noticed that I began listening to nature tell me what was coming before hand. I could pay attention and my attention would tell me everything before it happened. I set my intent to focus on the imperfections of nature. I began hearing about every damaged flower and tree, and every dead wood. Every ailment was told to me before it was seen. It was quite ugly but would get uglier. I decided then to tune into the event time stream and change things before they occurred. My attention interwove with the incoming predictions and gave predictions of my own that countered perfectly the imperfections. I watched as bare branches became full and dead trees were restored. Now I realized I was commanding time before it happened and decided to expand the beauty of nature around me. I usualy get so high off tree gazing and the sight of flowers but the imperfections made my attention somewhat dull. I began telling reality that it wasa again jaw dropping and sure enough colours filled out and majesty took form. I decided to voice an intent that the more I pay attention to the beauty of nature the more beautiful it becomes. Alas it was a remarkable drive.
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watergaze wrote:
Pixie Dust wrote:
Aug 20, 2017
Watergaze Gives a Gift
Spending some time at a campground. While here with others, I wander to a border, someplace outside of my camp, and stop. I gaze into a dying bonfire as the morning light reveals itself. The wind sweeps most of the remnants away and when I look up, Watergaze has arrived.
heh, oddity can be cool. Makes one ponder, stop and think.
Did the colored money look like this?
Just maybe a week ago I was remembering one of our full moon intents where we gave gifts to each other and I thought about how that was really nice and how we should do that again sometime .
Yep. The colored money looked like that, but it was wadded up and packed into a toy display.
Glad you got to give a gift like you wanted. Guess your spirit heard you; I hope you take some time to hear and act on your spirit. Thanks for explaining why you gave me something. Your gesture now makes sense. Money and toys, sounds appropriate for me.
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14 Dàmhair, 2017
1. Baile. Deilbheadh mòr. Tha aon bheothalachd. Tha an deilbheadh a 'cluich ann an snaigheadh uisge. Bòidheach.
2. Fuasgladh fuasgladh dorais cuideigin. A 'glasadh an dorais.
3. Le buidheann dhaoine. Airson a bhith cumanta. B 'e spòrs beag a bh' ann.
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From today:
While inside a building, I sense a presence. I make my way from the secured building, race through the parking lot, and exit through the entry gate of the facility. People are put off by my behavior, I see it on their faces, but no matter, I head straight for my friend. He was on his way in.
I jump into the backseat of his car. He's with an older woman who is seated in the front with him.
We drive and I notice his frustration. He says he'll only drive me to D (a location a few hours away). I say I wasn't going there. I came out to see him. I don't need a ride anywhere. He appears reluctant and annoyed with me. He pulls over and we step outside the car.
He's gazing at an open space. He's clearly trying to find the right words.
I'm gazing at him while also trying to find the right words.
Neither of us were willing to budge from our position, so I was okay with the outcome. I understood how we arrived here and accepted the outcome. I did the best I could with the situation and resources I had. I assumed it was similar for him. Hence, I thought we were cool. It seems he is not. I didn't have much to say (that I recall). I just figured either we're cool or we're not cool. I always meet when he calls, I respect the role he plays and understand he's doing his best. That's why I'm cool with him. It seemed like he didn't quite grasp my role or didn't agree with it. That's okay too, he doesn't need to agree with what or how I do things. I've left him alone because of these differences. Yet, I still help when he asks because we have mutual interests.
Why he wanted to meet just to be silent and frustrated with me is beyond my understanding. If he had nothing to say he should have not entered my dream. If he had something to say he should have just said it.
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Hi,
You leave your perspective and grounded place (building) to enter your friend's space (car). Your friends don't think you should. He has an older woman, probably his mother, that has a strong effect on his decisions. He can't actually shed his space (compromise) but would like to! He likes to meet because you represent the freedom that he seeks. If he can truly shed her influence, he might be a good companion! But of course that can only be accomplished by him, without you addressing it... That would bring resentment. Hope you are patient!
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Yeah, I agree with your assumptions. You should've seen my first draft :/ I elaborated in unkind ways and scrapped it. At the end of the day I respect the directness of an enemy over the passive aggressive friend. Being direct allows clarity and an opportunity to change the status quo. Passive aggressiveness festers.
Seriously, if someone comes to talk to me in dreaming, they ought to talk (or I ought to remember if we did talk). It's pointless to come to me only to not clear the air. I have things I do. People to peddle. Cookies to bake. I busy. If there's one thing I dislike it is being summoned and then being ignored. Come to me when there's something to discuss or help is desired, otherwise he should've just not come. It's inefficient and rude.
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Your dreams,
past puddle splashing,
and watersports do not matter.
Ignored?
Truthfully, keep busy, you do not matter.
Y'er Drowning in my OCEAN.
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The angle of my cruelty is not in deflating you, but rather in the turn of trick.
I compel your gratitude as a yield to my affected pity.
That diminishes you further. Trust me that we are slowly getting there.
When you beg for my stare with tearful eyes to magnify your debilitating dependency, THEN I'll be really happy.
You're welcome avatar means little. I'll take from you what I want.
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