12-20-2005, 12:00 AM
This dream I had at the daybreak of Soltice was the most vivid dream I've had in months. And I was impressed upon to share it with all of you.
So without further ado,
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Blue Scout Dream
I was with an **** I know driving in his truck that was having mechanical problems the whole way as he took me to a residence in Central Southern Oregon. On the way there I twice saw my renters car pulled over and detained by thuggish looking police. The second time I saw them, their big chunky car had obviously been vandalized as they were also being detained. On the way there the **** deposited me with a woman who was on a motorcycle and took me the rest of the way to the "place".
We arrived at a residence in Oregon, a two-room cabin house, or rather one room where the living area also had a bed. At the house the woman told me to clear a certain area as they were going to have a religious ceremony, that it was going to have to occur at the break of dawn so I'd have to hurry to sweep this area clean. She disappeared with the explanation of having something to do to prepare with her fellow women-witch friends.
I swept the area clean and suddenly the same woman with 3 of her friends appeared and instantly there was a sensation like a powerful psychic force or wind that pinned me up against a wall. I felt a force trying to enter my body. Instantly I knew what was happening: I knew they were holding the ceremony to get me to incarnate the Blue Scout. I wouldn't have it.
I began yelling that I knew what they were up to. As my yelling got louder objects began flying around the room. I could feel at this point my soul being compacted into nothingness and an impressed sensation of apathy, of not caring...like what a leech does to you before they suck your blood, an anaesthetic feeling. I panicked and yelled, "My constitution is too weak to house two spirits and that means my very personalilty, my essence will cease to exist..(a point they didn't seem to care about one iota) I will die and so will the Blue Scout. I AM NOW AND ALWAYS WILL BE SILHOUETTE ANNE JONES!!" (alias of course). I yelled this at the top of my lungs..."AND I WILL NOT DO THIS FOR YOU! NO, NO NOO!!!" (more objects started flying around and their smoke alarms started going off as my voice reached a crescendo.
Immediately after I yelled "No!" for the last time all became normal again. I was in the room with these four witches and they sat about crestfallen. I said to them, "oh you poor babies, look at you! Like little girls who couldn't get what they wanted at the candy store! So full of aberration you are."
Then one said, "you know even though we didn't fully succeed as we'd hoped the Blue Scout is still attached to you in a small way."
I told them I knew that; I could feel it but I would never let it inside of me, I would allow it to exist at my whim around the peremeter of my aura.
At that point all but one of the witches left, the original one I think. They were disgusted with me. The last remained as I told her I had sometlhing to tell her..a warning that felt like it was coming from DJ/Intent? Not exactly sure, but it was about Carlos Castaneda, their master. I told her that CC didn't fully understand all that he wrote about. Since he was writing with the tip of his finger (his higher self), he stored his knowing in the second attention..a place that wasn't always fully accessible to him. That he was a linear thinker and didn't encompass the totality of sorcery when he acted. That she sould understand that this aberration was no laughing matter. That it was the cause of the permanent demise of souls of past aberrant sorcerers. That the most important thing to remember was impeccability and humility..without those attributes one could lose one's very soul forever.
At this point she impressed on me this "yeah, yeah. We've heard it all before..you think you're so fu cking wise, etc. etc." She got up and started walking away. I remember caring that she not ignore the message. I implored her that the message wasn't mine, that I was channeling it. But in a world of free will she turned her back on me. Like me choice to not be overtaken by the Blue Scout, her choice was not to listen. One equally as binding.
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A footnote to the dream is that the "****" I knew likely was a metaphor for CC's aberrant self. His mechanical problems were the mechanics of sorcery failing him due to improper maintenance (eradication of self-importance).
My renters are warrior/healers and have told me numerous times they've erected shields around me. Seeing them twice broken down/detained and vandalized was obvious: my shields were being purposefully breached. My defenses nuetralized.
In the dream the women were verily distraught that the ceremony had to begin at the instant of sunrise. Upon waking I realized today is the Soltice and a day where witches traditionally do their witchy stuff, at sunrise.
Of course this could all just be freudian subconscious stuff, but the dream was one of the type that was crystal clear and coherant throughout.
Take from it what you will. I was just impressed to share it here. So here it is.
So without further ado,
*********************************************
Blue Scout Dream
I was with an **** I know driving in his truck that was having mechanical problems the whole way as he took me to a residence in Central Southern Oregon. On the way there I twice saw my renters car pulled over and detained by thuggish looking police. The second time I saw them, their big chunky car had obviously been vandalized as they were also being detained. On the way there the **** deposited me with a woman who was on a motorcycle and took me the rest of the way to the "place".
We arrived at a residence in Oregon, a two-room cabin house, or rather one room where the living area also had a bed. At the house the woman told me to clear a certain area as they were going to have a religious ceremony, that it was going to have to occur at the break of dawn so I'd have to hurry to sweep this area clean. She disappeared with the explanation of having something to do to prepare with her fellow women-witch friends.
I swept the area clean and suddenly the same woman with 3 of her friends appeared and instantly there was a sensation like a powerful psychic force or wind that pinned me up against a wall. I felt a force trying to enter my body. Instantly I knew what was happening: I knew they were holding the ceremony to get me to incarnate the Blue Scout. I wouldn't have it.
I began yelling that I knew what they were up to. As my yelling got louder objects began flying around the room. I could feel at this point my soul being compacted into nothingness and an impressed sensation of apathy, of not caring...like what a leech does to you before they suck your blood, an anaesthetic feeling. I panicked and yelled, "My constitution is too weak to house two spirits and that means my very personalilty, my essence will cease to exist..(a point they didn't seem to care about one iota) I will die and so will the Blue Scout. I AM NOW AND ALWAYS WILL BE SILHOUETTE ANNE JONES!!" (alias of course). I yelled this at the top of my lungs..."AND I WILL NOT DO THIS FOR YOU! NO, NO NOO!!!" (more objects started flying around and their smoke alarms started going off as my voice reached a crescendo.
Immediately after I yelled "No!" for the last time all became normal again. I was in the room with these four witches and they sat about crestfallen. I said to them, "oh you poor babies, look at you! Like little girls who couldn't get what they wanted at the candy store! So full of aberration you are."
Then one said, "you know even though we didn't fully succeed as we'd hoped the Blue Scout is still attached to you in a small way."
I told them I knew that; I could feel it but I would never let it inside of me, I would allow it to exist at my whim around the peremeter of my aura.
At that point all but one of the witches left, the original one I think. They were disgusted with me. The last remained as I told her I had sometlhing to tell her..a warning that felt like it was coming from DJ/Intent? Not exactly sure, but it was about Carlos Castaneda, their master. I told her that CC didn't fully understand all that he wrote about. Since he was writing with the tip of his finger (his higher self), he stored his knowing in the second attention..a place that wasn't always fully accessible to him. That he was a linear thinker and didn't encompass the totality of sorcery when he acted. That she sould understand that this aberration was no laughing matter. That it was the cause of the permanent demise of souls of past aberrant sorcerers. That the most important thing to remember was impeccability and humility..without those attributes one could lose one's very soul forever.
At this point she impressed on me this "yeah, yeah. We've heard it all before..you think you're so fu cking wise, etc. etc." She got up and started walking away. I remember caring that she not ignore the message. I implored her that the message wasn't mine, that I was channeling it. But in a world of free will she turned her back on me. Like me choice to not be overtaken by the Blue Scout, her choice was not to listen. One equally as binding.
******
A footnote to the dream is that the "****" I knew likely was a metaphor for CC's aberrant self. His mechanical problems were the mechanics of sorcery failing him due to improper maintenance (eradication of self-importance).
My renters are warrior/healers and have told me numerous times they've erected shields around me. Seeing them twice broken down/detained and vandalized was obvious: my shields were being purposefully breached. My defenses nuetralized.
In the dream the women were verily distraught that the ceremony had to begin at the instant of sunrise. Upon waking I realized today is the Soltice and a day where witches traditionally do their witchy stuff, at sunrise.
Of course this could all just be freudian subconscious stuff, but the dream was one of the type that was crystal clear and coherant throughout.
Take from it what you will. I was just impressed to share it here. So here it is.