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Hi everyone, I want to ask a question!
Everything points to this moment that now should everything change, the mayan prophecies, all naguals left to spherical world alias luminate dreams
and so as Don Juan said that the rule evolucionate every moment so does we because we are his creations and what else energetical patterns then his own we could imprint us with ?
How one can create something that he doesnt know, and there I am getting to point - If the Eagle is eater alias recreator of energy and in galaxy there is one black hole that eats suns and even and on its rear ends there are created suns, what about if the time has already changed for us, and that there will be only one Nagual pair and all others will be their warriors/childers ?
And if you can trust that - then would you trust if the Nagual came on this forum and start Nagualin' ?? Or would you take it as a joke ? I definitelly would because joke like that can be only beautifull
Because if we were in all history learning what is good and bad first the fire, fire - heat good, but fire- burn wood, then sword alias sharp steel - Sharp steel good it can make your good over good of others, and then we found out that Steel not good, and evolucionated into something bigger alias nation and after death of many many people we found out that death is good, that life is good, so we start to utilize our communication alias dreaming skillls, but we found out that some words have more of our "good" than good of thers so we started to use it against them, so now it must evolucionate into something bigger because we all know that bad alias death doesnt exist, and that what we all want is life alias good, and we all think that are good but of someone diffferent we think he isnt good and vice versa so I think the evo-Lucion is about getting the best of ourselves every moment.....
I hope that at least one soul/human/sorcerrer/process/thought/man and woman will understand this what I am saying
and If not, write where I am wrong because I will love to make myself more comunicatively/dreamingly skilled person every moment alias faster and faster, as all the universe expand into nothingness, and what is the universe is only ourselves.....
I can write this to eternity because the truth only that evolucionate every moment never ends.....
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I made a mistake there it is corrected
Hi everyone, I want to ask a question!
Everything points to this moment that now should everything change, the mayan prophecies, all naguals left to spherical world alias luminate dreams
and so as Don Juan said that the rule of Eagle evolucionate every moment so does we because we are his creations and what else energetical patterns then his own we could imprint us with ?
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also we kill and live, destroy and create, and even drink and urinate and eat and poop its all polarities and which one we will take to next evolucion alias moment is only our decision every moment
and if it would be only on me I would take the most beautifull life that can ever be
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I need just one voice just one question from you people, ask anything that you want....
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I really dont want to spam I just want to make things accurate
another correction
THERE ALREADY is the Nagual Pair
and all other sorcerrers alias beigns are their warriors yet they must recognize it
if anyone even one voice of yous will put up question I will gladly answer it it can be any question that comes from light/heart
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Look suckingone.. You´ll find polarity everywhere but in what Castaneda called "The dark sea of awareness" in his books. In it there´s ISNESS, HERENESS and NOWNESS. Subjects like here&there, now&then, warm&cold etc are non existent to IT, or rather very much the essence of Tonal.
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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.
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That nagual pairing is in each and every facet of duality creation. But its the essence beyond this that you i feel are trying to grasp suckingone..odd name..anyway.. perception at this doesnt care about labels and valus of individual facets...it understands they are playing with a projection of what infinity means to them.
However the intent has already beem set to access the infinate plasmic sea that longs to know itself, its allowing that to be revealed..of course it has no real value either..but some of us are curious and some of us were snagged by that awareness ...... why, why not..like the utube clips....its only ever perception and the urge to follow the pointless urges we feel to act upon that ever give meaning to anything... have fun.
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Senear I saw your dream we each see the same dream with different eyes, as we all are different yet we are all beigns. I havent seen guns, fighting and starship I saw huts made of straw burning in fire and all people planet running and screaming as their old houses was destroyed, then they ran to a forest but a green dragon appeared the people were scared that he will burn them all but he said to them : Im big enough, you can all climb on my back and fly with me! then one by one and then more and in the end all of them climbed upon the dragon and he flew with them with joy to the dark of universe where all the people have connected in to one yellow bright sun, everyone want it and know its the best but for that we must connect, and the red/green dragon was flying in rotation around the new sun that all people of earth have formed there is only one awareness that enjoy to watch one beign that makes him fun and love of co-creation.
Perception doesnt care about it but we are perception and do you think that we are not perception ? We are perception ! we are anything we want, and what anywant want ??? Its bright soul, good gaze upon everything, a nice day ! ,pleasant dreams with joyful theme a good word from your lover in other words abilities to fly! Im I right ? or its the opposite that we want ? because I cant imagine that.............
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Senear we all are alive and that what we want thats what Im saying to you all
Any more question please!
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Intent change every moment as our point of view does, as in the history first we used clay houses and evolved them to something better, like first sharp steel then shooting irons and now we are getting our grasp on that it have no meaning to kill each other. Look in the history and you can see which polarity the human - kind chooses - In this age its global connection enough was for killing now we are connecting co-creating this magnificient planet earth and having fun is what we all want so smile people
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Shamanka erception at this doesnt care about labels and valus of individual facets...it understands they are playing with a projection of what infinity means to them
If you believe this sentence I want you to go out of house without clothes and fly with your physical body because if you really believe it you can do anything touch the stars build a pyramid with just a thought or order to sea to make you a dry way through it
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suckingone wrote:Senear we all are alive and that what we want thats what Im saying to you all
Any more question please!
Of cource, perception games. that dream was because i was asked, to take go do. Not for my benefit. Did they percieve the change of a game of sport to a game of blood, sweat to blood, bleeding out, releasing sweat, the meaning, its all...perception, game, excertion, to spirit...experience, good or bad, is dependant? I dont know, nobody asked me to explain while we were dreaming, or after, so there was no need. folding and releasing awareness was next part, within a month, you mention, and dragon, ofc. I can continue the conversation with old dreams, no longer now...2, 3 on the topic, which was my way of showing directly...but i cant do 4. By two already none will see. Plus the one learning left on extended leave, so it finished. Thesuckingone. My father mentioned that, a year after his death. I believe.... "the suckingone...El Chayo" El chayo was the name, thesuckingone was the title or saying. If the conversation continues, i can post that too. then ill be rid of the dreams. Gestbline. I use videos because dreams arent words. these are dreams. Nor is energy words. People look at it, or think they do, then make words, that get printed in squares, and people read the words, and discuss them in words. Where are the colors, in a word? the music, the feeling, or lack of it. You say why videos. Well, why not. Why do we try and catch and represent something real, in black and white, little squiggles, and then ask...well, lets say me why i also use dashes and dots...music. to catch it. thats why. Also, why not. Words, thoughts, words, exchange words, flat and dull, how is that anything at all? In the face of whats being sketched. Why do i use videos...what a silly question. why do you use black and white flat words? Nothing wrong with it...why not. Can you even look a that and then see a video, and then black and white lyrics, and notice anything at all...not you, in general. Probably not. videos are long. i dont like the style, only an **** doest trade in the currency of regarded words...referencing regarded accepted sources in black and white. Nagual is the honey badger. Nagual dont give a ****! hey ill say it in a video, that none will watch, that will make them actually close off and be angry, or look down. And thats good...for me lol. then ill post another dream, just to really make my point...about...attention. lol.
Keep Your Hands Off My Power Supply is an album by the British rock group Slade. It was an alternate version of The Amazing Kamikaze Syndrome which was released in the UK the preceding year. Keep Your Hands Off My Power Supply was released in the United States in 1984 and reached number 33 in the U.S. charts.
I like black and white (dreaming of black and white)
You like black and white
Run run away
[chorus]
See chameleon
Lying there in the sun
All things to everyone
Run run away
If you're in the swing (money ain't everything)
If you're in the swing
Run run away
If you gotta crush (don't beat about the bush)
When I gotta crush
Run run away
Oh now can't you wait (love don't come on a plate)
Oh now can't you wait
Run run away
See there chameleon
Lying there in the sun
All things to everyone
Run run away
Run run away
Run run away
Run run away
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7/31-8/1-12
Atlantis Gate.
After the heart thing yesterday, it seemed important to me to stay in that clarified state, so I was careful who I talked to, what I read, what I thought. Kept it simple. I passed the time listening only to music, engaging in games, but nothing to far outside the feeling. Seemed important. I did drink a mug of the dream tea, as well, since i had resolved to do so more as a symbol of intent then any effect, ive never noticed a specific change by doing so. So I did that, I never got tired per say. I set my intent. When I lay in bed, I was struck by the notion to wear the cedar and copper amulet, covered in gold leaf with small uncut gems arranged around it that my friend made for me, with those symbols, based on a dream version I found years ago. Seems Atlantis with the crystals and symbols. I wear it very infrequently, I just keep it in my “dream bowl” next to my alarm clock. It tingles sometimes, or sends waves of heat or cold or sensations. When its not good to wear it I can feel it take it off. It was right this night to wear it. I put it on after prayers and before intent. I always thank all those who have been friends, whether i saw it or not, and offer my friendship in return, in time. Then to connect here, and people by name. On this part, I was drawn to hold the pendant in my hands, and feel it, I felt, how I saw people, felt, was quite electric and nice. As soon as I was done, in that feeling, I very rapidly fell into sleep.
The dreaming wasn’t very long, it wasn’t very plot or dialogue packed either. It was dense and fast and rich in seeing and sensations. Powerful, incredible those breathless words might apply. By my recognizing of such things, and I do have high thresholds I suppose. So... That said. It started right away like a group circle, or gathering. Others described this part, in posts before mine, as both flags/kites and maybe a bar. I saw both of those aspects as well. Flags, like the flag pole excersise, moving awareness. This also was similar to dreams of past week ive had, the flashcards, the paintings, it was more or less the same exercise, just different levels of it. I was also like...well, sharing drinks. Like I saw in another dream from single items...carrot juice etc. Then mixed a bit and shared. It was like all of that and a circle. The physical space, and there wasn’t much of it I could see, was like a platform very high...or maybe its all that existed. I didn’t see the gate in the ground per say, more like in the “circle” of awareness, maybe it brought it. But it did look like a rippling pool of water.
Who was going to enter...who COULD enter? It was scary. To touch it, it wasn’t quite to travel like a waterslide. So to touch it was to be ANHILIATED on one side, and reformed in energy, awareness, on the “OTHER” But one was annihilated first. Beyond dead. So much worry. What if the process was corrupted? What can go wrong. Trust. It was like the eagle eating one. Other side was hard to know, we thought we knew but...scary. There were so many things around this its hard to explain. Unless someone were “Correct” in some way, they wouldn’t be reformed, just dispersed. Gone. Doubt, lots of things to do this. And there was no guarantee for anyone. So. Im not sure Id brave it. ( ) wanted too. Needed too. And i had promised, support, even over the falls. So, that was that. I went in, energy, information. I saw her coming too. Did others? Im not sure. ( ) might have. I don’t know though.
In between. Just awareness strands. Like how it feels to be just awareness, no ship, no body, between stars. Maybe same. But no, this was not a travel, this was destroyed...quantum pairing? Like space time don’t matter. Destroy one information pulls to the second...quantum teleporting? I don’t like to misuse science where it doesn’t really belong., but like that perhaps. It was instant because there was no time. But it was so much. Such a sensation. Not to exist. To be information, like all the universe is information. Thats it. Awareness is a grouping of self guiding information? I wasn’t that, I was being moved so I still was grouped, which is similar. But without that. Just the background of the cosmos. There was a point of maximum dispersal, then I pulled back together. And hung. This was timeless, so an instant, but it was timeless, so it was also an eternity in the same moment.
I exist again. I see...a void. Stars. Small and large. Also two planets...are the stars too, same thing? Its like another dream I couldn’t tell star from planet, solid from fire, it was the same different levels. Blue. A connection between them. Thats all I saw. Im not sure I was in a place. It was a intermediary space.
Then I move again, moving, not annihilated, still almost instant. Now it has physical dimensions. Minds bodies are mixed. Fragmented. In the before part, awareness, awareness of others, other awareness’s. All of them. Seeing. Separated out, imperfectly. Chimeras. Do not look human, strange. Characteristics, animal, mineral, forms. But recognizable as such. From the three? That entered gate. Everyone theve ever seen, touched, imagined, separated. But not perfectly. Another acceleration coming. Energy screen. Like fine mesh, like filter, not. Speed...faster then light, accelerated through the screen. Light is refracting through me, and others, making these chimeras. Not fine enough. Next part whole mass pushed through screen. Speed, color. Through screen, fine particles. Said it best in raw notes “Mixed awareness re seeded. Rendered into component bits. Rebuild. Before-Between-End”.
I’m through again. On star/planet. Water. Maybe it was flame, but I saw oceans across. Now I see land. How I see it. I’m sitting in a limo. Most of what im perceiving isn’t coming from any narrative, or voice, its just known, perceived, im still not all corporeal even dream corporeal. From raw notes: “Colony. Colonize. Sees, pool” I sit in the dream limo, the container. There is a woman in there too, and some others. I think ( ) went in, not just the aspect of her I hold in my awareness. Frank. Frank, like she said before, wasn’t a bad guy. People I don’t know. But I know that also doesn’t matter. There was a reason for the specific awareness escersises before. Every little piece, perception. It links back to the one its linked too. Like tendrils. But these, ones i don’t know, I can tell they are from a primary link not secondary, IE, the link between my concept of someone, then what that concept can link to in the original being. Its complicated
My voice is wrong. It emerges in bubbles, like gas, from me, sounds too high. I’m not the same physical, not physical like im used too. But I perceive physical. Lady in the limo. Not ( ). She snot here, or ( ) if he came. No this one looks like ( ) energy but is not primary. Looks nothing like her. We speak, I mention that. She says “Of course I look like her. I am “female” “human” Sot therefor i look like her. I say no, no infinite variation, even in one being in time. Confuses her. What is variation?
What is time? My exact quote, from notes “I’m woman of course! She said. I said “no humans never look exact like (ideal or generic) matters not.”.
Inner perceptions. Worse thing: FEAR. Fear in me is “People missing from mind”. Gone, all gone. Memories of the man, Mr song, the ancient man from Vietnam, used to share coffee with me, watch ducks, he died when I was 5. Gone. No, not gone, separated and incarnated, from my awareness, linked to the original, growing, flux.
More. Not just as close to memory in energy. Variants. Mixes, infinite. Beings. Physical, forms. Alive. But this is still time before time, world isn’t made yet. I speak to “Very close to ( )” as I call it, as close as my perception can be, growing from quantum link back to real. Something. I say no, no, not just one man one woman form like book. Look, look out there. I see. A Head on a living pole, and two arms, crossed in the center of the pole. I say that is the look of “you” and hands. I see another head and hands on another pole, and another, a billion, looked like a forest, was faces and arms/torsos. I see mine, say see, that’s me. This is not formed. In middle. Survive. Survive. Over and over. A drum beat.
Still no time. Soon another acceleration, the third, screen again. Light speed, shoved through. Cant explain. In limo still. Alone, no people are there now. Variable. Everyone from here, formed, looks right. Even me.
I have my memories back, myself. Dream. Double, all here. “Reintegration” “Fragments, memory, awareness, copied, seeds, growing, colony”. Only a few went through, maybe 2-3, all of this, a world. People. Even people from here, close, as close as any dream energy. Again I just knew stuff. About what just happened in this instant eternity. Now any whose energy was linked, seeded, even if just seen in a flash in time, linked back to them. We could go back. We could come back, no need for gate. Just dream gates are fine now. Linked. Quantum double. Tendrils, awareness, time. I mean its a relief I don’t have to go through that gate again, can just “wake up” . Huge relief. I guess that’s the “payment”. Everyone who was “Carried” can now link to here, and every the information from awareness and awareness of their specific awareness. I was back together, but more then I was, I had the in between experiences for starters.
A tall being, like a hill, but with bark, a tree. A hand covered with a gauntlet of bark, picks us all up. Its me? No. Something of me translated though ( )? Awareness, not my own. I am not afraid. He is nice, “jolly brown giant” even. Hes nice. He calls me brave little one and winks when he laughs its like distant ocean not loud. He puts us on his shoulders an says “look, look, the sun rises, first sun, first day in time (here)” Wake (to me) I do write notes.
After that I just zzzzzzzz'd. One part I remember. Was teaching, like a camp for children. And skyscrapers. I was telling someone, who was looking at “city” with me, that when “the world shakes” I don’t like being in penthouses, they sway, I might get knocked away into sky. Then the children. Event. Gather cakes, food. Watch movies. One was the movie of, or a variation, of this dream. Of course it was made more like “the lion witch and the wardrobe” from true story. To be fun. Another group came. Wanted space. Made me upset, but i was kind to children. Time to go, packing snack bags. I was still somewhat “rarefied” state. Fin.
EXACT notes: (taking them is all I need I don’t actually need them, just to write them. Each word is many words)
Sleep. Gates. Small planet/Large (double) stars. Ice/fire.
Felt like Zoo
Sleep gate Minds/bodies mixed. Maybe 3 go through. Tnecke? “screen”. Limo, mixed awareness, re seeded. Rendered into bits. Rebuild. Before-Between-end. Colony, colonize. Seas, pool. Cary man tall, nice. Women not who seemed. ( ). Survive. “I’m woman of course, she said. I said No, humans never look exact like idea. Matters not”
Briefly saw head, torso, arms on stake. Then accelerated again, mixed, rendered. Awareness mostly whole again, but re seeded variants so like 3-4 went through, thousands came out. + original me/others. All in different times + ones made from pieces. Hand like arrow, Gauntlet. Big guy...me. Nice, laugh. Dawn.
My fear. (Come..child of friend coming. Worse thing...Fear. People missing from mind. No one knew why. Had some clue. Cubes. Water.
Fin.
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You post several question in your post, and i will answer one that I believe is what you got from all that dreams, and its all end with it... your last sentence
You wrote "My fear. (Come..child of friend coming. Worse thing...Fear. People missing from mind. No one knew why. Had some clue. Cubes. Water. "
When we sit in autobus or walk through crowded town do you see people smile and shine like stars ? No not yet, but that is now to change, everyone is scared to smile on each other everyone wants to smile in our inner heart/child but noone dares because they are scared that if you smile at someone he will think "Oooh, my god/whatever why is he smiling ??? and then he start to look even more grievous people were scared to look at each other eyes alias heart and see the eternal beauty of all have and want, Why is someone man and someone woman ??
Because we are different yet the same will all do the same things and everyone has different perception of what is good, but we all know that there is only one good, no hesitation do what you feel is right, we all want to Live, and thats why we are all alive, what is now will not be in next moment how do we know that we will live next moment anything can happen, and thats why are still alive because we want to live alias joy alias smile alias learn new things alias have fun alias to really be what we really deserve to be because we are the emanation of Life, yet in the next moment the life dissapear in to void, nothing stay same but still we are here and we can be all that have really prize/proudness in its eyes because life here to learn to live even through we dissapear every moment.
And one question for you all, If there is only awareness only us only energy, only our eyes alias our sight
How do we know that if we make another step that we will be physically alias energeticaly moved by that single step by half meter or do we jump all across through all dimensions that are just one here now and we can teleport ourselves to location that can be even 1000Kilometers far how do we know that we make every step to any location we want ??? Because we are alive....
Beigns of life alias awareness alias transforming energy alias eyes alias sight alias heart alias WE REALLY ARE!
If all this is truth why we still thrive to live when we can dissapear into the void ??? Because we are alive we are beigns of life and hold the balance of polarities of the all worlds alias in the essence the void and the universe, yet we want to be alive, thats why we are here on this beautifull living planet earth and we are her childrens we are much smaller but much faster and living our lives for only one purpose to be really alive through all of its trials..... Everything is decision we make, thats what matters and its beautifull that through all decisions we still are alive alias certain type of awareness alias energy that shine because is constantly creating thoughts/sights/dreams/things and everything and why there is evolution - so we can prove her that we want to still be living/learning every moment even through we are forgotting everything we know so next moment we can learn something bigger something more good alias alive.
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And thing I want to point out from you Senear that gave me light - "I always thank all those who have been friends, whether i saw it or not, and offer my friendship in return, in time."
We all want to be friends we all want to have friends someone who see the same light someone who gives you light someone you can share it with, and that way of life. UNITE
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Yes, good points, and i appreciate your commentary I will skip the next one about awareness, and post the one with the suckingone reference...it was something my fathers spirit feared, but it was not a fear really. Ill just make it three dreams, then stop, i do not want to blot out the discusion by sheer mass of...posts.
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where I began recording this dream, I was in a vast glass or crystal “home”. More like a series of connected rooms, and common areas. It was made of crystal, and outside it was very dark. And muddy. And barren. My “parents” had left me, and I was wandering, disengaged, hoping they would return. But they did not. Long amounts of time I wandered the same clear halls and rooms, unaware of anything but my waiting. But I grew tired of that, or perhaps I became more curious as to where I was. When this happened, I saw I was not alone, there were many others. About 70-80 men and women. Still I wandered alone, however. They were different, they were entering and leaving the vast crystal home under the dark starless sky. They were tracking mud inside, so a few times my pacing was broken by stepping in drifts of mud. Still much much time passed. I saw something new. A plant, or a leaf or branch. What is this new thing? How did it come to be? Why is it familiar? Still I paced. Latter, I saw another new thing, through the glass, distant, a great yellow red orb in the sky. Again what is this? A figure in a robe spoke to me, he had been standing there waiting. “the sun” you know what a sun is, remember? I almost did. But this sun gave no light, not here anyway, where it was dark and muddy and empty. Yet there it was, blazing in the sky. This was not my parent though, so I turned away and again began to pace silently. This time when I got to the common room, another new thing. All the people were in one spot. And making funny noises...laughter. And they were “speaking” with mouths not touching thoughts. So I stopped pacing alone and went into the gathering because it was a new thing again.
People were placing “leaves” and “stuff” into their mouths, and they were making sounds from them. I felt no desire to try it myself, but I was confused. I sat down on a chair...another new thing, sitting. And chair. And looked around. There were little people, new people? How can there be more people then there were before. And small. And some of the before people looked different, Grey and with cracks. The man said again “age, and children” as usual they didn’t see him, and he spoke into my mind. Could they see me, no I don’t think so. I never sat, or spoke, or ate, so how could they see me? As I sat, began feeling a familiar sensation, not in this dream minds context, but for me in life. A surging electric pulse, waves pulsing. I let it go farther then I usually do, I usually wake, or jump if awake and shudder to be rid of it. Or if im half asleep scream “no”. But this mind did not know to do those things.
So t struck and struck and my mind, not dream mind, my mind, twisted and was overwhelmed by electricity. Then it subsided a bit. And was like listening to a radio. The dream mind did not understand music. But I was also my lucid self at the same time. The two spoke to each other like through a vast void. The dream mind thought it was maybe his father, but not quite. I...didn’t have a bleeding clue.
This song was nice, rock of course. Here I though to wake and record, but I did not want to wake. So as it played, I split the difference. I woke enough to grab my notepad, and a pen. Dark, could not see just found a page with no smudges. The music played and the dream mind was fully in the dream, an anchor, so like this, I recorded my first notes of the night. Some lyrics, the main lyrics. I wrote over and over “Neeew thing You thiing. New thing, you thing” all I wrote its all mashed up. Since i never woke, just split from it I slipped right back in.
The force hit me even harder now, as soon as I did. I split. Broke. Not quite. I was bisected in energy, mind, into four compartments it seemed, my self. As twisting inside itself. Like a intricate spinning globes and gears but alive and stamped, in itself. I cant explain it. It wasn’t just in the dream, it was up and down from my body to the core of the earth how do I explain? I don’t. It was beyond overwhelming. I always feared this much but I let it hit and twist me for a long time, long long time, when I first went to write those words, it was still dark in my room. This happened so long, again I went to write, it was light in my room. So an hour. Hours, hours and hours in that.
Dream just continued along like a moment had passed. Now I was aware. And they could see me. There was a women sitting at another table at a chair. She smiled and it looked like the top teeth on the right, like three of them, had turned black or were missing. That figure spoke now not mind. He said. Eating/Age/life = Decay of form. Change. “Need Dental Work”. Are Dentists, doctors. And graves. A bit morbid and beautiful I cant capture the sentiment. Also just a form, game, conception. All were still a s I was, beofre time. Well the first ones anyway? But children too. Not ever in that state as the first though. Made here? The lady smiled and I had another new thing. I smiled back and spoke. Like a baby but I knew words. I think I ate? Food. First food? Now the crystal place was empty. Ahh she had come, they kept coming back until all of them had left. First one in, last one out I was. OK. Parents/creators not coming back yet, wait there, not here. Goodbye, home. I already had mud on my soles, feet, so I could walk out. Sun was rising? Light. Morning comes.
Now was a continuation, but not in time. I was more myself in mind in dream. I was moving between rooms, in a realm not the same as dream. In dream, was a house, a guest house or work building, and a gazebo structure but in crystal glass. I knew this was same spot as large crystal place from time before time. This was what it looked like now. Some of the first ones, int heir now forms, still lived here or maintained it like caretakers. It was so lovely. The gardens with roses. It was by a sea, the shore birds cried, and the breeze swayed trees. The gazebo was enclosed by the same crystal panes. But the house and barn were regular buildings now. I had always been, in time, possessed by the vision of the energy curling and moving inside of itself. I was an inventor...i think this was Victorian times? 1850's? My lives work was fashioning in form, from copper and crystal, the energy thing. Gears and balls spinning in each other. I called it the great machine. The great machine. Sit in the middle. Magic, beyond magic. Was a bit possessed by making it right. I spent a life being a caretaker, but mostly, in my snazzy little tweed suit, creating that machine just right. I did it! Finally! In the Gazebo, by the sea. The great machine. I went into it, and did it. And it was creation, or a reflection of it. Contentment. But...
I was right back again. Now it was now. Like a moment had passed. The house and barn were run down, there were still caretakers, but they weren’t mindful. They barely saw me. Confused. I was this guy. Named Andrew. Dream self was waking self overlay completely now. I was confused. Where is my machine? What has happened here? I went to the gazebo. There were lines of people, like school kids bussed to a place. Other owned it now. They maintained the gardens, but the machine was gone. There were displays about god and junk int here, it was nice, but the gazebo was a tuning chamber not a space for displays. I demanded to see the boss, owner. He spoke to me. By what right do you claim this? Why is it a museum? Its good to share and let children come, but why are you charging to come here? I did not like him. He said when the left, their were debts. And this one had tended the gardens, and since he was not payed, he took them. I didn’t want to tip my hand, so I simply asked abdbaout my great machine. He said sent to a museum...Smithsonian? In Seattle? And gave me an address and phone number. He still did not see me as I was. I could not help but say. “you legally did not have the right to do this, debt was with caretakers, did not entitle you to this place that was not theirs to trade” but he argued and his staff got hostile and I didn’t want to tip him off more so I left. To understand what had happened. This was the end of this story. For now in nights dreaming.
But this was not the end of dreaming. I was like I am now, but I lived more alone. In a studio in a renovated art deco building in Los angeles. Writing, doing something? Close to where i was born. My father kept coming, every day, he thought we were ridding home from his work, like I would take him every day up until he died in November. But he was so luminous, and happy, he was his happy self. Telling me about his day at work. But I knew he was dead, so there could be no day at work. For five days this happened, he would arrive at my condo, but think we were were I live, the real life home, and Id let him drive and come back. I enjoyed it, but I was worried too over this. I knew I was dreaming. I didn’t want to remind him he was dead, or this was not real. Finally he said he had a doctors appointment. He was talking and interacting with figures in an office. I could see him doing it. But was he? So I questioned the figures in turn. Now they didn’t see him, they were scared by what i was saying, a ghost? no...yes...not us, not here. My dad looked stricken because he could hear. We returned to my condo, I drove this time. He was fading. Like a hologram. I asked him...about 1970's los angeles, where and when I was born. I asked him about Carlos Castaneda specifically. My dad taught where he taught? Around where he lived. Ill need to ask mom. He faded more. Not because of the question, he did not address it yet. He told me he was scared. He could feel himself, draining, fading away. He spoke in fear of “El chayo” “the sucker” was removing his energy, him, sucking him away, day by day, he is fading. I asked thinking about heaven or departing. He was full of fear. No being consumed. El chayo. Every day, sucks more of him away. So horrible. I have to do something. What can I do? Where is he whats happening. I was frantic. I followed the spirits advice. I looked for a man who spoke of things from my past, that I had been shown. Nagual Lone Wolf. When 11/11/11 approached, and he died, I held his spirit high, not low. When my darkness came, I did not allow myself to be taken like him, when I collapsed and died the emts came a month or so ago...more like 2 now. I did what i was asked, what I needed to do. Why is he fading? Why is this so? I love him so much.
I questioned him again and it wasnt him. It was like a switch. Was another, different voice. He told me things, about my question,about Carlos. Wasn’t that interesting and wasn’t really my point and who believes dreams lol. It was kinda again I did not wake all the way here is what I wrote. dreams cant be seen. El Chayo...the sucking man. CC was worship of “earth entity” “Carthaginian” (tenet/matus eagle?) Thick soles. Feet. Earth. Mud. Cant read my next notes. Nyage? Perry? Mesa.>> his was more like not my father so I let it fade. End of Los Angeles dream.
Again it is now days. My e cig is banned, but I have an elaborate device like a nook can draw vapor from. And many many batteries, functions. Intricate like the machine. A notepad. I am exploring its functionality. Thankful someone got it for me and now I am finally using it. White eucalyptus flavored vapor but nice. And many many other hidden functions.
I go and find a child. He had a cleft lip that was operate don, and his nose is disfigured, so he stays at home is home schooled by his mother. He is brilliant and nice kid. We talk about games and stuff. He shows me how hes hacked a big company, to make sure games go OK. I own 25% of that company, but I don’t tell him. Hes a kid that lives alone so hes enthusiastic about what he can do showing me. I suggest he should probably tell the owners what he did, but hes a good kid im sure it will be OK, maybe he can help run it. He doesn’t know but hes thinking about it. He hides away and his mom protects him because people are assholes. I share a meal with them. Its cereal, and chocolate milk, pizza and chocolate pudding. His favorite things. His mother loves him very much. So we eat. Check on the other owners, they are trying to trace his latest hack. I tell them its OK, I got it covered its not an attack so they stop. Even if the kid is too scared, I can cover for him. I like him, I wish he were my son.
Final dream is long like the first, but im out of juice for writing. So shorter version. I was in a city. The past, but in the future. I had 1,000 pieces of gold, coins. I must have been wealthy, because this place was not. I was depositing them? I was like a teenager or young adult. The man I left them with, asked me to deliver a package. Seemed like the correct thing something I did normally, so I agreed. My tunic was kind of fancy, and I had the nicest horse to ride. I found the man I was to deliver to. It was strange thing, in strange writing, a packet of paper. The man seemed more human then human, perfect, like dirt did not settle on him. He must have seen my curiosity. He showed me the paper was orders/transit/pass port. On it were clipped ten credit notes. He said...ahh you delivered it, then you are one who can afford these. 100 gold pieces became ten credit notes. Paper money. He let me follow on my horse, or maybe I gave him a ride. He took me outside. A spaceport? Wait machines can fly? Of course how did I know spaceport. He got sown and was smiling at me. I got down from horse too. He said, or I felt “this is a true Roman” He was from space. Pluto? Pluto was where they lived. At the edge. The colony under a crystal dome. Ahh...the first dream. Wait when did I sleep to dream, in the dream i was confused. But I was separated into at least two levels of awareness again so bare with me. “the true Romans live, at the edge of space, the first ones, and the guardians of the children, but also of life and reality. I can go too. Have a ship. I have more then enough. For ten credits. He waved and boarded a ship. A spaceport? No one knows? The kings must know...its right here by the city. But how come people don’t know? Confused like that. So I think id like to take one of the ships. But the man left with others, so I need to find others. I find a few friends. I check with the money keeper. Yes yes can convert it to credits. In just riding my horse, running a hand over my sword hilt from a scabbard. Daydreaming. About space. And flying. And other worlds. And seeing all the poverty here. Why? Why? No answer. Just the horses gallop, and the feeling of metal hilt in my hand. Thats enough. Wheew am I tired. I didn’t wake till 4pm. After the energy thing in the first dream, well I was really tired after that. But a good restful tired. Good thing I live with family someone checked don me woke me. I still might be asleep.
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where I began recording this dream, I was in a vast glass or crystal “home”. More like a series of connected rooms, and common areas. It was made of crystal, and outside it was very dark. And muddy. And barren. My “parents” had left me, and I was wandering, disengaged, hoping they would return. But they did not. Long amounts of time I wandered the same clear halls and rooms, unaware of anything but my waiting. But I grew tired of that, or perhaps I became more curious as to where I was. When this happened, I saw I was not alone, there were many others. About 70-80 men and women. Still I wandered alone, however. They were different, they were entering and leaving the vast crystal home under the dark starless sky. They were tracking mud inside, so a few times my pacing was broken by stepping in drifts of mud. Still much much time passed. I saw something new. A plant, or a leaf or branch. What is this new thing? How did it come to be? Why is it familiar? Still I paced. Latter, I saw another new thing, through the glass, distant, a great yellow red orb in the sky. Again what is this? A figure in a robe spoke to me, he had been standing there waiting. “the sun” you know what a sun is, remember? I almost did. But this sun gave no light, not here anyway, where it was dark and muddy and empty. Yet there it was, blazing in the sky. This was not my parent though, so I turned away and again began to pace silently. This time when I got to the common room, another new thing. All the people were in one spot. And making funny noises...laughter. And they were “speaking” with mouths not touching thoughts. So I stopped pacing alone and went into the gathering because it was a new thing again.
People were placing “leaves” and “stuff” into their mouths, and they were making sounds from them. I felt no desire to try it myself, but I was confused. I sat down on a chair...another new thing, sitting. And chair. And looked around. There were little people, new people? How can there be more people then there were before. And small. And some of the before people looked different, Grey and with cracks. The man said again “age, and children” as usual they didn’t see him, and he spoke into my mind. Could they see me, no I don’t think so. I never sat, or spoke, or ate, so how could they see me? As I sat, began feeling a familiar sensation, not in this dream minds context, but for me in life. A surging electric pulse, waves pulsing. I
let it go farther then I usually do, I usually wake, or jump if awake and shudder to be rid of it. Or if im half asleep scream “no”. But this mind did not know to do those things.
So t struck and struck and my mind, not dream mind, my mind, twisted and was overwhelmed by electricity. Then it subsided a bit. And was like listening to a radio. The dream mind did not understand music. But I was also my lucid self at the same time. The two spoke to each other like through a vast void. The dream mind thought it was maybe his father, but not quite. I...didn’t have a bleeding clue.
This song was nice, rock of course. Here I though to wake and record, but I did not want to wake. So as it played, I split the difference. I woke enough to grab my notepad, and a pen. Dark, could not see just found a page with no smudges. The music played and the dream mind was fully in the dream, an anchor, so like this, I recorded my first notes of the night. Some lyrics, the main lyrics. I wrote over and over “Neeew thing You thiing. New thing, you thing” all I wrote its all mashed up. Since i never woke, just split from it I slipped right back in.
The force hit me even harder now, as soon as I did. I split. Broke. Not quite. I was bisected in energy, mind, into four compartments it seemed, my self. As twisting inside itself. Like a intricate spinning globes and gears but alive and stamped, in itself. I cant explain it. It wasn’t just in the dream, it was up and down from my body to the core of the earth how do I explain? I don’t. It was beyond overwhelming. I always feared this much but I let it hit and twist me for a long time, long long time, when I first went to write those words, it was still dark in my room. This happened so long, again I went to write, it was light in my room. So an hour. Hours, hours and hours in that.
Dream just continued along like a moment had passed. Now I was aware. And they could see me. There was a women sitting at another table at a chair. She smiled and it looked like the top teeth on the right, like three of them, had turned black or were missing. That figure spoke now not mind. He said. Eating/Age/life = Decay of form. Change. “Need Dental Work”. Are Dentists, doctors. And graves. A bit morbid and beautiful I cant capture the sentiment. Also just a form, game, conception. All were still a s I was, beofre time. Well the first ones anyway? But children too. Not ever in that state as the first though. Made here? The lady smiled and I had another new thing. I smiled back and spoke. Like a baby but I knew words. I think I ate? Food. First food? Now the crystal place was empty. Ahh she had come, they kept coming back until all of them had left. First one in, last one out I was. OK. Parents/creators not coming back yet, wait there, not here. Goodbye, home. I already had mud on my soles, feet, so I could walk out. Sun was rising? Light. Morning comes.
Now was a continuation, but not in time. I was more myself in mind in dream. I was moving between rooms, in a realm not the same as dream. In dream, was a house, a guest house or work building, and a gazebo structure but in crystal glass. I knew this was same spot as large crystal place from time before time. This was what it looked like now. Some of the first ones, int heir now forms, still lived here or maintained it like caretakers. It was so lovely. The gardens with roses. It was by a sea, the shore birds cried, and the breeze swayed trees. The gazebo was enclosed by the same crystal panes. But the house and barn were regular buildings now. I had always been, in time, possessed by the vision of the energy curling and moving inside of itself. I was an inventor...i think this was Victorian times? 1850's? My lives work was fashioning in form, from copper and crystal, the energy thing. Gears and balls spinning in each other. I called it the great machine. The great machine. Sit in the middle. Magic, beyond magic. Was a bit possessed by making it right. I spent a life being a caretaker, but mostly, in my snazzy little tweed suit, creating that machine just right. I did it! Finally! In the Gazebo, by the sea. The great machine. I went into it, and did it. And it was creation, or a reflection of it. Contentment. But...
I was right back again. Now it was now. Like a moment had passed. The house and barn were run down, there were still caretakers, but they weren’t mindful. They barely saw me. Confused. I was this guy. Named Andrew. Dream self was waking self overlay completely now. I was confused. Where is my machine? What has happened here? I went to the gazebo. There were lines of people, like school kids bussed to a place. Other owned it now. They maintained the gardens, but the machine was gone. There were displays about god and junk int here, it was nice, but the gazebo was a tuning chamber not a space for displays. I demanded to see the boss, owner. He spoke to me. By what right do you claim this? Why is it a museum? Its good to share and let children come, but why are you charging to come here? I did not like him. He said when the left, their were debts. And this one had tended the gardens, and since he was not payed, he took them. I didn’t want to tip my hand, so I simply asked abdbaout my great machine. He said sent to a museum...Smithsonian? In Seattle? And gave me an address and phone number. He still did not see me as I was. I could not help but say. “you legally did not have the right to do this, debt was with caretakers, did not entitle you to this place that was not theirs to trade” but he argued and his staff got hostile and I didn’t want to tip him off more so I left. To understand what had happened. This was the end of this story. For now in nights dreaming.
But this was not the end of dreaming. I was like I am now, but I lived more alone. In a studio in a renovated art deco building in Los angeles. Writing, doing something? Close to where i was born. My father kept coming, every day, he thought we were ridding home from his work, like I would take him every day up until he died in November. But he was so luminous, and happy, he was his happy self. Telling me about his day at work. But I knew he was dead, so there could be no day at work. For five days this happened, he would arrive at my condo, but think we were were I live, the real life home, and Id let him drive and come back. I enjoyed it, but I was worried too over this. I knew I was dreaming. I didn’t want to remind him he was dead, or this was not real. Finally he said he had a doctors appointment. He was talking and interacting with figures in an office. I could see him doing it. But was he? So I questioned the figures in turn. Now they didn’t see him, they were scared by what i was saying, a ghost? no...yes...not us, not here. My dad looked stricken because he could hear. We returned to my condo, I drove this time. He was fading. Like a hologram. I asked him...about 1970's los angeles, where and when I was born. I asked him about Carlos Castaneda specifically. My dad taught where he taught? Around where he lived. Ill need to ask mom. He faded more. Not because of the question, he did not address it yet. He told me he was scared. He could feel himself, draining, fading away. He spoke in fear of “El chayo” “the sucker” was removing his energy, him, sucking him away, day by day, he is fading. I asked thinking about heaven or departing. He was full of fear. No being consumed. El chayo. Every day, sucks more of him away. So horrible. I have to do something. What can I do? Where is he whats happening. I was frantic. I followed the spirits advice. I looked for a man who spoke of things from my past, that I had been shown. Nagual Lone Wolf. When 11/11/11 approached, and he died, I held his spirit high, not low. When my darkness came, I did not allow myself to be taken like him, when I collapsed and died the emts came a month or so ago...more like 2 now. I did what i was asked, what I needed to do. Why is he fading? Why is this so? I love him so much.
I questioned him again and it wasnt him. It was like a switch. Was another, different voice. He told me things, about my question,about Carlos. Wasn’t that interesting and wasn’t really my point and who believes dreams lol. It was kinda again I did not wake all the way here is what I wrote. dreams cant be seen. El Chayo...the sucking man. CC was worship of “earth entity” “Carthaginian” (tenet/matus eagle?) Thick soles. Feet. Earth. Mud. Cant read my next notes. Nyage? Perry? Mesa.>> his was more like not my father so I let it fade. End of Los Angeles dream.
Again it is now days. My e cig is banned, but I have an elaborate device like a nook can draw vapor from. And many many batteries, functions. Intricate like the machine. A notepad. I am exploring its functionality. Thankful someone got it for me and now I am finally using it. White eucalyptus flavored vapor but nice. And many many other hidden functions.
I go and find a child. He had a cleft lip that was operate don, and his nose is disfigured, so he stays at home is home schooled by his mother. He is brilliant and nice kid. We talk about games and stuff. He shows me how hes hacked a big company, to make sure games go OK. I own 25% of that company, but I don’t tell him. Hes a kid that lives alone so hes enthusiastic about what he can do showing me. I suggest he should probably tell the owners what he did, but hes a good kid im sure it will be OK, maybe he can help run it. He doesn’t know but hes thinking about it. He hides away and his mom protects him because people are assholes. I share a meal with them. Its cereal, and chocolate milk, pizza and chocolate pudding. His favorite things. His mother loves him very much. So we eat. Check on the other owners, they are trying to trace his latest hack. I tell them its OK, I got it covered its not an attack so they stop. Even if the kid is too scared, I can cover for him. I like him, I wish he were my son.
Final dream is long like the first, but im out of juice for writing. So shorter version. I was in a city. The past, but in the future. I had 1,000 pieces of gold, coins. I must have been wealthy, because this place was not. I was depositing them? I was like a teenager or young adult. The man I left them with, asked me to deliver a package. Seemed like the correct thing something I did normally, so I agreed. My tunic was kind of fancy, and I had the nicest horse to ride. I found the man I was to deliver to. It was strange thing, in strange writing, a packet of paper. The man seemed more human then human, perfect, like dirt did not settle on him. He must have seen my curiosity. He showed me the paper was orders/transit/pass port. On it were clipped ten credit notes. He said...ahh you delivered it, then you are one who can afford these. 100 gold pieces became ten credit notes. Paper money. He let me follow on my horse, or maybe I gave him a ride. He took me outside. A spaceport? Wait machines can fly? Of course how did I know spaceport. He got sown and was smiling at me. I got down from horse too. He said, or I felt “this is a true Roman” He was from space. Pluto? Pluto was where they lived. At the edge. The colony under a crystal dome. Ahh...the first dream. Wait when did I sleep to dream, in the dream i was confused. But I was separated into at least two levels of awareness again so bare with me. “the true Romans live, at the edge of space, the first ones, and the guardians of the children, but also of life and reality. I can go too. Have a ship. I have more then enough. For ten credits. He waved and boarded a ship. A spaceport? No one knows? The kings must know...its right here by the city. But how come people don’t know? Confused like that. So I think id like to take one of the ships. But the man left with others, so I need to find others. I find a few friends. I check with the money keeper. Yes yes can convert it to credits. In just riding my horse, running a hand over my sword hilt from a scabbard. Daydreaming. About space. And flying. And other worlds. And seeing all the poverty here. Why? Why? No answer. Just the horses gallop, and the feeling of metal hilt in my hand. Thats enough. Wheew am I tired. I didn’t wake till 4pm. After the energy thing in the first dream, well I was really tired after that. But a good restful tired. Good thing I live with family someone checked don me woke me. I still might be asleep.
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Just one thing from there I want to point out, there is no edge of the time time that only exist is now, and now there are infinite possibility of historical moments and that are yet to come all are now its up to us if we fly in dream there on stay here on earth in present moment like in dreaming.
And about the Castaneda - Castaneda was total ****, he ruined everything Don Juan was giving him his own muddy point of view, he ruined all the energy and transformed it into something more awful. I AM NOT SAYING that someone is bad even him, but he wasnt interested in life instead he was interested into looking into void, into more and more death instead of life, thats the reason why he couldnt "burn from inside" and instead of that he died like hobo on street - with cancer, but if he wouldnt be there it would evolute into something else, and so as he ruined it all there is the one new nagual that will bring only light to all... and that the beauty that CC did for humankind paradoxly he destroyed it and so paradoxely and evolucionately there is now one man that will bring life to all
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I have no real opinion on that, i mean CC. I dont know... I did do note the mud on soles, and otherthings, i have no stake in an opinion there. But one would have to be willfully blind, not to see the point you make, even if they dont agree. the new nagual, one man. Its never been that way before, maybe it is now, who knows....really. Its like you say...infinite possibilities in now, power has so many...streams, yea? true/Not True. I know Lujan believes it is so, and he is that new nagual man....the filter for the light, perhaps. I really cant say, can i, i can only feel what power shows, and i know, I might see it different, as you point out about our two dreams, at the start...same, but different...perspective. I know Lujan was hosted here once, was given a space, subforum, before he wrote books and such. By Naguals here, and elsewhere. Now power shows him he is the new nagual, and the others who helped him are false, is through him. If thats what power shows him... it shows so many faces, and realities yea? No opinion, beyond that observation...power is so funny, sometimes...who is to say, in that scense. Its all perception, or opinions. I only share mine, perspective on this, because many would not agree, with your premise on that point, and mainly on that point, even though the rest of what you show, is very good, and nice and true. Some might argue, as is their right, or draw distinction over that point. So if you feel some closedness, or lack of smiles, it is due to that "perceptual difference" on that point, and not because of you. You have a lovely vision, glowing, growing, full of acceptance of reality, and also gratitude. the rest is open ended questions, and perspective. thanks for reading what i left, i greatly enoyed your opening post.
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I am not arguing about him, just that Lujan hide behind, I know people who say he is good and other see him as "flyer" or whatever both is truth but the truth he have is hiding it
behind the cloak of secretness that his teaching is from this thousand years old mongolian and its give you this and this thats but only this!!! a cloak of secret, and secret doesnt give love, secret only bind it in place, when Don Juan tought him his learning, Lujan Matus thought "aha! this is so old that only I can teach it noone other can, so only I can give this to people". but what Don Juan thought when learning him was "Hmm, this guy sure is strong indeed he practice martial arts so what I will give him ability to fly ? power over elements ? nonono that he wouldnt believe, so what about body movements! hmm okay, but I hope that one day he will recognize the price of it that really is nothing." because right is to share, we all are interchangeable and transforming into each other with just stare into second pair eyes yet its our life that makes us stay like the "I am", the money aka papers and he hided behind his authority he wouldnt change his place with anyone thats what makes himself, and he wouldnt change his place of da nagual with anyone else, he is that much nagual that he no longer can be any better, he doesnt practise his spiral energetics in the crowd of peoples he chooses one or group and if the gives him few thousands bucks then he will learn em.... he is even that much scared to practice it on the yard where his neighbors could see him "Thinking what a weird stuff!" We all are we-ird no matter what we do or want we all are different yet one, there is nothing to hide in world.
Money aka physical energy - everyone wants them, everyone needs them, but have you seen someone to just throw them away without purpose ? Just to give them to someone they never met before ? Thats the thing the new age is about
Im not throwing dirt on anyone, I am not telling whats good or bad,yet I do because my only cause is to have fun, joy and be alive, I love Lujan for teaching me spiral energetics, thats what he gives to people but it cant though of it as something stable as finished, something with ending word.....
thats its not, only thing that persist in the world is paradox alias constant Evo-Lucion alias moment
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Castaneda spoke of energy reserves, which arent truth there are not reserves (reservations) there already is everything only if we truly decide to see it, that we know that everything changes, even our point of view/sight in every moment then we can see anything we want, then we are not forced to live under the rules of "You cant do this and that, because it would be too much because this and that!" Thats seems to me like not truth, the truth is only only the truth that takes in each moment through (in) Time that expands into infinity.....
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