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The Jesus Man: A Gateway For Immigrants

Liberty Enlightening the WorldI had a dream where I hear someone say from behind me, “Maybe you should use easy off to clean the oven.”  I turn around to see where that off the wall comment came from.  There is a man entering the room.  He is a renegade.  He is wearing burlap over his face and hands because he lives and works in the sand.  He is a renegade sandman.  From his unusual comment and the burlap bag over his face, I believe him to be one of my alien visitors.  With this awareness, I become lucid in the dream.  I offer to shake his hand.  Somewhat apprehensive he slowly puts his hand out to meet mine.  I remain there motionless without withdrawing my arm waiting for him to make contact with my extended hand.  Finally he gains the courage and forthright to do so.  In this process I become 100% lucid.  I want to feel his hand even though he is still wearing the burlap over both hands.  He slowly grabs my hand.  I am utterly amazed at the physical sensation of the touch of his hand in mine.  I CAN FEEL HIS PHYSICAL TOUCH. Although I am experiencing this in a dream I know he is not a dream. It is different than the normal touch of a human hand.  His hand is very slender and his fingers long.

 

Finally he leans back and relaxes somewhat.  We begin to talk.  He is speaking to me in a language I know yet don’t recognize.  I struggle to determine if I am speaking orally or mentally within the dream. After a bit of idle conversation, I am certain we are communicating completely telepathically.  I can hear his words in my mind, I understand them as I do English yet I don’t recognize them as English.  I ask him what language he is speaking to me in.  Before he can answer, I ask if it is Spanish.  He laughs and replies, “No.”  I understand from his laugh that we are speaking a universal language born of telepathy.  It is a language of pure thought in the framework of one mind.

 

He begins telling me of his many struggles.  Before I realize it, he has taken off his burlap mask, jacket and burlap gloves.  He is now sitting before me barechested with just his pants.  He is a very good looking man who I find attractive.  He has scratches on his chest; minor wounds from the many battles he has fought.  In telling me about his struggles, I realize he is also describing the cause for which I am here.  I realize we share a common story, heritage and purpose.  He then tells me about a man who came down to New York to be born.  He refers to this man as the Jesus Man.  I know he is referring about me but I am confused as to his reference to New York. I live in Washington, DC but I am absolutely certain he is talking about me. I want to hear everything he is telling me so I don’t interrupt him to ask for clarification.  I am afraid he may withhold information if I give him the impression that I know who he is referring to.  He then starts telling me about my death; the death of the Jesus Man.  He then says that his mother died that following January. 

 

Bearing news of my mother a part of me wants to run and see my mother.  My consciousness splits and a part of me is now with my mother and another part of me is still sitting with him listening to him recount the events of the cause for which we are fighting.  Seeing my mother I want to tell her about her death but I realize I can’t share this information with her.  I simply tell her that I love her and I return to my conversation with the Sandman.

 

I am looking deep into the man’s eyes.  I can see them changing.  I can see symbols in his eyes.  Believing the dream is about to end, I wake up to grab my voice recorder but in the background I hear, “The shuttle craft is about to launch in 15 minutes.”  Oh my God, they are on their way but where are they going?  Should I be going with them?  With my voice recorder in hand, I decide to stick around for a few more minutes to see if I can get more information on what is happening now and where they are going.

 

Back in the dream, I can feel something on my back.  I reach behind me and pull a uniform that is attached to my back and I throw it down on the floor in front of me.  It lands in between both of us.  Laying on the ground it looks like a deflated person. He is still talking to me but his words are no longer registering.  I then hear over a loud speaker, “The shuttle is about to launch.”  Where are they going?  New York possibly? 

 

I immediately opened my eyes to record the details of the dream and quickly set the voice recorder down to return to the dream.  Upon my return, I saw a group of people standing under a sign that read Orothanos.  I somehow understood my house to be a gateway for incoming travelers into this dimension. 

 

Confused by parts of the dream I looked up the word Orothanos which I could not find anything similar to it.  In the dream, I had to sound it out because it was a word I had never seen before.  Each letter of the word was contains in a sphere.  The closest I could come to it was the word Oranos or Ouranos which means Uranus.

 

Uranus is the Latinized form of Ouranos, the Greek word for sky. In Greek mythology Uranus (often cited as Ouranos), Father Sky is personified as the son and husband of Gaia, Mother Earth (Hesiod, Theogony).

 

I also wanted to find out the symbolic meaning of New York. 

 

New York City, which is the largest city in the United States, is known for its history as a gateway for immigration to the United States and its status as a financial, cultural, transportation, and manufacturing center.

 

Liberty Enlightening the World (French: La liberté éclairant le monde), commonly known as the Statue of Liberty (French: Statue de la Liberté), was presented to the United States by the people of
France in 1886. It stands at Liberty Island as a welcome to all visitors, immigrants, and returning Americans.

Worldwide, the Statue of Liberty is one of the most recognizable icons of the United States, and, more generally, represents liberty and escape from oppression.

 

That is absolutely powerful.  WOW!!

 

Now at first pass I didn’t even stop to consider the meaning behind the word Jesus.  I assumed it was merely a reference to my strong spiritual convictions but then I decided to look it up.  Does the name Jesus have a meaning.

 

Jesus MosaicJesus of Nazareth also known as Jesus Christ, is the central figure of Christianity and is revered by most Christians as the incarnation of God. Muslims consider Jesus a prophet, and several other religions also consider him an important figure.

 

The name “Jesus” is an Anglicization of the Greek (Iēsous), itself a Hellenization of the Hebrew (Yehoshua) or Hebrew-Aramaic (Yeshua), meaning “YHWH rescues“. “Christ” is a title derived from the Greek (Christós), meaning the “Anointed One,” which corresponds to the Hebrew-derived “Messiah”.

 

So the meaning of the word Jesus is “YHWH rescues“.

Stranded at Jaffa Gate

Jaffa GateLast night as I was meditating something very contentious began to happen.  My consciousness seemed to split in two.  My observer half sat back and watched the vision as my active self engaged in the conflict.  I was in a deep trance when this happened.  I observed myself get into an argument with someone else.  The matter was extremely intense.  It was a matter known to me at a very deep level yet I had no conscious awareness of it.  I was amazed how that other part of me handled the situation.  It was intense.  As the violence escalated, I suddenly felt a rush of energy flow though as if the Calvary had been called in.  Someone ran past me brushing up against me as I heard myself scream out loud as I opened my eyes to see who it was. “YOU F**KEN BITCH” 

 

There was no one present in the room.  Wow where did that come from?  I couldn’t believe I had just said that involuntarily from within a deep meditative state.  I wasn’t even asleep or dreaming.  I then immediately forgot the entire issue.  The memory of it all gone and I watched it slip away.  I immediately closed my eyes again to see I could return.  Through my third eye with eyes closed I could see the woman standing in my room.  Who is she and what was that all about?  She gave me a stern look and disappeared. 

 

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.  I then had a dream where I take a trip to San Juan Capistrano located on Santa Catalina Island. (I am aware that San Juan is not on Catalina Island in real life.).  I am traveling with this girl I know. I am curious about everything here wishing to experience it all.  Unfortunately, we are on a time constraint therefore we only have a small amount of time to get something to eat and see a few sites before we need to return to Jaffa Gate to board the bus to in time to return to the mainland. 

 

I am not happy with the food selection here which is hot dogs and chili beans.  I have a friend who lives on the island who I’d like to visit.  I am not paying attention to my girl friend and I proceed to go my own way veering off the prescribed path.  I walk by my friend’s house but no one is home. All the windows are closed.  Unknown to me, the sun doesn’t set here so I am thrown off by my reference to the sun.  Before I know it, it is time to board the bus and I still have not found a place to eat.  I am far from Jaffa Gate where we are to reunite and re-board the bus.  I try calling my friend on my cell phone for help but I can’t remember her number.  Everything is working against me here.  The time is now.  There is no way I can possibly be there now when I am here stranded.  With the confusion I am now lost unable to find my way back without retracing my steps.

 

I finally remember the phone number and the call goes through.  My friend answers and is angry that I missed the bus.  Somehow in denial, I ask her if the bus really left without me. She replies, “Yes of course it did, everyone gathered to see you off including your mother and sisters and you did not show.”  Now I’m angry, “Why was the information kept from me?”  Why would anyone hide information about my family from me?  If I had known they were going to be present, I might have made a different choice. 

Mary Poppins: A First Amoung Equals

BedgownLast night as I was meditating I had a vision which I can only equate to a scene from Mary Poppins.  In the vision I am traveling in the countryside.  Out in the distance are standing a women and a young girl.  They have baroque style clothing each with a long puffy crinoline style bedgown and petticoat.  The woman is holding an open umbrella which she uses to shade herself and the young girl who is close at her side.  They begin to walk toward a canyon about 20 feet in front of them.  I am mesmerized by the graceful way in which the woman’s bedgown sways at her feet.  When they reach the canyon’s edge they simply continue walking.  As they step off the cliff a wind carries them using their crinolines as parachutes.  The wind is so strong and mighty that it carries them to new heights well above me.  My consciousness watches them as they pass overhead. 

 

I ended my mediation and rolled over to fall asleep.  I then had a dream where I find that someone has laid claim on my house.  We both exist within the house.  He has been residing on the upstairs and I on the downstairs. I have not had reason to venture upstairs so I am not displaced by his presence.  On this day he comes downstairs to make himself known to me.  He attempts to take possession of my favorite armchair.  I stop him in his tracks letting him know definitively that I am the master of this house and the chair is mine. 

 

He leaves me with the chair but I remain curious to find out how he manages to live upstairs.  Determined to find out for myself, I venture up the stairs to the second level to look around.  It is a grand space that is very old and weathered but has a uniquely old world charm.  The floors, he is now refinishing.  I think to myself that it might not be a bad idea to allow him to remain in the house since he is actually adding value by the work he is performing on renovating the floors. 

 

As I get ready to go back downstairs I notice a bird sitting on a table out on the terrace.  It is a Sun Conure; a pet I had many years ago. His name was Ollie Bird.  He is dazed and his feathers are haggard.  Feeling compassion for Ollie Bird my immediate inclination is to try to revive him and bring him back inside but now the man wants me to get on my way.  My pets can’t stay outside they must come into the house where they can be protected.  I now realize that the upper level of the house has been left open and unattended for many years.  An open door or window would allow my cat Sable to get out.  I insist on securing the house.  He does not want me upstairs.  He wants me to leave.  In our struggle for control I awaken from the dream to find a woman floating above my head.  She looks at me through a round portal that has opened up above my bed.  There is a green light coming though. 

Mentally I challenge her to bring it on.  I am committed to stand my ground.  She then turns to the side such that I can see her profile.  From her mouth streams forth all sorts of creatures, animals, plants, and geometric shapes.  Everything is alive with a vibration.  Even though we were at a confrontation, what I experienced was very beautiful.  Life in all it’s many forms is simply beautiful. 

What struck me unusual was that the dream wanted the chair.  So I proceeded to look up the meaning and here is what I found:

 

The ChairThe chair is of extreme antiquity. Although for many centuries and indeed for thousands of years it was an article of state and dignity rather than an article of ordinary use. “The chair” is still extensively used as the emblem of authority in the House of Commons in the United Kingdom and Canada, and in public meetings. 

The House of Commons is the lower house of the Parliament of the United Kingdom, which also comprises the Sovereign and the House of Lords (the upper house). Both Commons and Lords meet in the Palace of Westminster.

Historically, prime ministers are often referred to as Primus inter pares, a Latin term translated as first among equals, and which reflects the original concept of a prime minister as merely the first minister or most senior minister to the monarch, not the dominant or presiding minister, a role later assumed by many prime ministers in many states.

 

Coincidence how looking up information on the history of the chair had anything to do with an upper and lower house. 

The Dragon’s Pad

DragonI had a bizarre dream where I am in another dimension that is very different from our own.  Mythical beasts are found here.  There is a dragon that is feared by all in this land.  We travel through this dimension in a small enclosed hovercraft. I am told we must confront the dragon.  The dragon is all powerful and comes at us with enormous exhibition of strength.  We land the hovercraft and embark on foot.  The dragon sees us and comes straight for us.  When he sees that we are on foot he immediately becomes docile landing just a few feet away.  He lies on his side, “Is he asleep or in a trance?”  I am told we must enter through the belly of the dragon because his belly is a stargate and portal.  I step through an opening at the base of his belly.  I am instantly catapulted into another dimension. 

 

In this dimension I am visiting my parents.  While here I am told my father has died.  With the news I become lucid with the recollection that I have had a dream about my father having died just a few nights previous to this.  I tell them this is only a dream my real father has not died.  They insist it is not a dream.  My father has passed.  I am instructed to begin the process of bereavement.

 

Determined to defy the dream, I resist and instantly find myself back outside the belly of the dragon.  I am standing at his hind leg while he sleeps.  I raise his paw examining the pads of his feet as proof that I am in a dream.  Instantly I am pulled back into the belly of the dragon back to face my father’s death yet again.  Again they say to me, “This is not a dream, your father is dead.  You must begin your process of bereavement.” 

 

I am once again more defiant than ever. I do not want to face my father’s death.  NO! I will not.  Instantly I find myself outside the belly of the dragon at the pads of his feet. Instinctively, I run over to the hovercraft to look in the truck for anything I might be able to use against this.  In the trunk of the hovercraft I find a type a liquid saran wrap that is sticky and gummy which I can use to seal the belly of the dragon.  I then receive a telepathic message letting me know that the saran wrap was left there specifically for this purpose.  I think to myself, “How did they know I would need road-side assistance?”  Lifting the pads of his feet I once again get sucked into the other dimension.  I struggle going back and forth half a dozen times until finally I’m able to seal the opening of the dragon’s belly securing it with a diaphragm which I have fashioned out of the saran wrap and held down with metal clamps. 

Lemur’s Pet Shop

LemurI have a dream where I am deployed to serve in the military.  My main concern is who is going to care for my parents while I’m gone.  It is an undercover assignment which will require me to lose my identity.  Even I won’t know who I am.  With a blink of an eye I slip into another dimension within the playing field.  We are in a submarine in a room with many beds.  There is a cleaning lady in the room on a break lying on one of the beds.  She looks at me and recognizes who I am. With her recognition, I realize I don’t know who I am. The only thing I know is that she knows who I am.  There is no turning back now. 
  
The location we are in is under occupation.  There are many men walking around who I did not invite here.  I had allowed only one person in who in turn allowed the others in.  Visiting hours are 2 12 and 5.  Everyone here has a blood disease.  They throw up on you.  One guy has had an outbreak 3 times already.  Doorknobs have yellow tags to indicate active infection.  Knowing I just arrived on stage here, I instinctively know I’m not infected yet.  I go into a restroom where I can be alone to plan out some form of strategy.  There is a guy in one of the stalls who is throwing up.  I have a sense that he is able to detect that I am not infected.  Knowing I must flee, I realize I can fly but I unable to descend.  He throws up on me like a bird regurgitating a meal for his young.  Outside the restroom door, there is a procession of inmates walking by.  In a vision I see a dove crossing a street.  Midway the dove begins to transform into a man and continuing his walk across the street.   
  
The scene now changes.  The war is over and my mission is ended. We are now at peace.  It is inauguration day to welcome in the newly appointed High Commissioner.  We are at the Council of Nations. There are television cameras capturing everything about this historic moment which marks the end of the war and the appointment of the new commissioner.  Two singers are invited to sing for the new High Commissioner.  The cameras pan the League of Nations where many sit.  Over the loud speaker I hear them ask one of the angelic voices to stand and be known.  “Angel #1 please stand and be known.”  The excitement rolls like thunder through though the crowd.  A beautiful blond woman stands in the distance and all begin to cheer.  Unable to contain her excitement she runs a great distance to arrive at the podium to greet the new commissioner.  Her hair is very long and very beautiful and her skin is milky white.  She is glowing with admiration.  She apparently deeply loves what she is doing to serve the commissioner.  They pan the audience a second time and over the loud speaker I hear, “Angel #2 please stand and be known.”   Without even thinking she immediately stands and rushs down toward the podium to join with Angel #1.  She is a vibrant red head with a milky grey colored skin that is strikingly distinct and beautiful.  The two angels stand together at the podium. They hug and kiss as the crowds cheer in a thunderous moment of sheer bliss.  Never before have two united as one in this way.  As they hug and kiss the blond angel’s hand accidentally cups the breast of the red haired angel.  It is an act so natural and befitting of an angel’s innocense and love. 
  
The crowd now becomes completely silent.  I am expecting to hear them sing but instead they drop into absolute silence as they look each other in the eyes.  In their silence I become lucid and immediately drop into a vision within the dream.  I am standing in front of a mirror. In the mirror I can see nothing except my third eye.  It is not as I’d expect my third eye to look.  My third eye is a radiant crystal suspended before me.  Within the crystal I can see the many geometric facets and all the many dimensions contained within it.  I can see the matrix a grid that separates the many dimensions. In the one I can see all.  Wanting to touch it, I reach out my hand and with my index finger I gently lay my finger tip upon it.  It seems to be nowhere yet in many places at once.  My sense of touch is in all places where it exists.  In response to my touch, my third eye crystal changes color to a brilliant passion red. 
  
I hear a voice asking me to describe it.  “What does it look like?  Does it look like….?”  No I answer…. immediately a wormhole appears with white and yellow light pulsating through it. It is so incredibly beautiful.  I ask them if they can see what I am describing.  In the wormhole I can see the city of Los Angeles.  The buildings are melting away leaving behind the natural beauty of the land.  
  
In recognition of my service to the mission I am granted an inheritance.  Since I love animals they give me a pet shop full of many exotic animals.  As I walk through the pet shop amazed that this could all be mine I am taken by group of lemurs sitting in an open cage.  They are so cute I wonder if they can be held.  I invite one to come upon me.  He jumps into my arms and begins nibbling on my finger.  He is toothless and completely harmless.  I am so happy. This is something I will enjoy doing for the rest of my life; finding good homes for these more exotic creatures. 
  
When my alarm sounded I simply opened my eyes for I was already awake.  There was no need to snooze my alarm to meditate for I had been meditating all night long.  I got up out of bed and marched into the bathroom to pee.  Feeling so overwhelmed by my dreams I had to sit down to do my business and ponder over the nights events.  As I sat there relieving my bladder I had a vision.  Three women approached me.  They were exquisitely beautiful.  Their ethereal gowns glistened with pink and magenta sequins.  Telepathically I heard a single word.  “Shambala”.
  
This night was all over the place.  How was I going to make sense of it all, yet I knew it held a profound message for me.  Here are some things I discovered while researching. 
  

The term “lemur” is derived from the Latin word lemures, meaning “spirits of the night” or “ghosts“. This likely refers to their large, reflective eyes and the wailing cries of some species (the Indri in particular). Female dominance is a very rare social structure in mammals only observed consistently in hyenas and lemurs.

  

In the Commonwealth of Nations, a High Commissioner is the senior diplomat (ranking as an ambassador) in charge of the diplomatic mission of one Commonwealth government to another.

KalachakraShambhala is a Sanskrit term meaning “place of peace tranquility and happiness”. Shakyamuni Buddha is said to have taught the Kalachakra tantra on request of King Suchandra of Shambhala; the teachings are also said to be preserved there. Shambhala is believed to be a society where all the inhabitants are enlightened, actually a Buddhist “Pure Land”, centered by a capital city called Kalapa. An alternative view associates Shambhala with the real empire of Sriwijaya where Buddhist master Atisha studied under Dharmakirti from whom he received the Kalachakra initiation.

The image is from the Kalachakra thangka from Sera Monastery.  A “Thangka,” also known as “Tangka”, “Thanka” or “Tanka” is a painted or embroidered Buddhist banner which was hung in a monastery or a family altar and occasionally carried by monks in ceremonial processions. In Tibetan the word thang means flat, and thus the Thangka is a kind of painting done on flat surface but which can be rolled up when not required for display, sometimes called a scroll-painting. The most common shape of a Thangka is the upright rectangular form.

JUNE 20, 2008 — I’m reading Carlos Castaneda’s, “The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge” and came across this quote which rings true with where I am along my spiritual path and has resonance with the dream. Here he talks about the 4 things we must overcome.  The first is Fear, the second is Clarity, the third is Power and the fouth is …..<haven’t read that far yet>.

“He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him anymore. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power.

He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!”

Endangered sea dragon at Ga. aquarium pregnant

Leafy Sea Dregon

Now here is an amazing “lie in wait” coincidence.  Just yesterday I posted my dream titled, “Lie in Wait.”  In that post my dream touched on predation and camaflauge.  I felt the dream was answering a fundamental question I have had for a long time that being, “Are we the dragon’s prey?” and if so,  ”How does the relationship work?”  and finally, “Is the dragon misunderstood?”  This is a metaphysical topic I’m looking to explore in my next book on the darkness within humanity.   I believe there is a symbiotic relationship between the dark side within the spirit  and humanity.  The dark side seems to feed off our emotions and specifically fear based emotions as if we secrete some chemical that they are instantly attracted to.  In my journey to the dark side, I’ve experienced these creatures call them nature’s dragons who have a leafy and very intricate design to them.   In my documentary I mentioned that I found even within the darkness a divine perfection.  By looking at the pictures of the Leafy Sea Dragon you will understand the perfection to which I speak of.  Though it is a dragon, it is a very beautiful one.  I said this specifically with regard to nature’s dragons those I experienced while I walked the dark of night.  Since I stumbled across the pictures of the Leafy Sea Dragon in my research,  I knew I had hit the nail on the head.  My research as usual had played into the dreams hidden answer perfectly.  You could say it did so with divine precision.  I wasn’t ready to discuss this yet so i made no mention of it in yesterday’s post other than to include the picture of the Leafy Sea Dragon.  Which was my queue to myself for later referrence.  My theories will be expounded on in my next book.  I’m begining to believe this will be the topic of my Ph.D dissertation. 

 

So today one day later (lie in wait) I sat at my computer to work on my book and came across an Associated Press article specifically on the Weedy Sea Dragon a very close relative of the Leafy Sea Dragon.  Now what makes this a coincidence?  Yesterday I read on Wikipedia that the Leafy Sea Dragon is endangered and all attempts to breed them in captivity have failed.  According to Wikipeida, “To date, no successful, closed cycle, captive-breeding program has occurred (ie getting a generation of captive-raised sea dragons to breed).”  That is up until today lay in wait the captive and very pregnant Sea Dragon.  Yes the little Mrs Sea Dragon did lay her eggs and now Mr. Sea Dragon lay in wait. The good thing is that much like me…he will only have to wait 24 to 48 hrs before they hatch.  Is that a miracle or what?  Oh my God I am so ticlked.  It is an event that has never happened before.  This synchronicity proves to me that I am on the right track.  Here now is the AP article.  Aren’t these creatures beautiful? 

 

A weedy sea dragon at the Georgia Aquarium has something to celebrate this Father’s Day. One of the rare creatures is pregnant for only the third time ever at a U.S. aquarium, aquarium officials said. But don’t look for the expectant mom — dads carry the eggs in this family.

The aquarium’s sea dragon has about 70 fertilized eggs — which look like small red grapes — attached to his tail. He is expected to give birth in early to mid-July, said Kerry Gladish, a biologist at the aquarium.

Sea dragons, sea horses and pipe fish are the only species where the male carries the eggs, Gladish said. Sea dragon pregnancies are rare because researchers don’t know what gets them in the mood to mate.

“We know there’s something biologically or environmentally that triggers them to want to reproduce, but in the aquarium world, we’re not sure what that is,” Gladish said.

The aquarium recently changed the lighting and thinned out the plants in the sea dragons’ tank to give them room to court each other.

The aquarium has seven of the 18-inch sea dragons, which resemble Dr. Seuss characters with long aardvark-like snouts, colorful sea horse bodies and multiple paddle-like fins.

During mating, the female lays dozens of eggs and then transfers them to the male’s tail.

In the wild, the survival rate for sea dragon babies is low, but in captivity it’s about 60 percent, Gladish said. The fish is on the International Union for Conservation of Nature’s list of threatened species, mostly because of pollution and population growth in its native Australia.

Only about 50 aquariums worldwide have sea dragons.

Male with Eggs

A male weedy sea dragon carries eggs on his tail at the Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta, Thursday, June 11, 2008. For only the third time ever in a U.S. aquarium, one of the endangered creatures is pregnant. (AP Photo/John Bazemore)

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Lie in Wait

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Last night I lie in bed to meditate.  Since I was a bit tired, my intention was to be extremely brief with my meditation so I placed both hands behind my head. All the lights were turned off.  Within a minute or two I dropped into a trance and lost myself.  When I realized where I was I noticed a man standing in front of me positioning a screen directly in front of my face as if to prepare the stage for this night’s dreams.  Curious as to the purpose of the screen, I quietly watched giving no indication that I had regained my conscious awareness.  At this point the screen was down a few inches from my face to the height of my nose so I was able to see above the screen in addition to being able to see down through it. 

 

The man was directly in front of me no more than a foot away from me which made it difficult for me to see his face.  I held myself motionless, observing everything around me.  Directly in front of me was his upper torso and midsection.  He seemed to me working on something above my head as a camera man would position his lighting equipment before a shoot.  He was now ready to reposition the screen.  This was my chance to see his face.  Still unaware that I had regained full awareness, he ducked down and looked directly into my eyes.  He was a humanoid type I had never seen before.  Unable to process his image entirely, he remained an indescribable blob of pixels.  He raised the screen positioning it directly between us.  I was immediately able to see his image very clearly.  The screen somehow translated the never before seen collection of pixels into a definable image known to my mind.  Thinking it’s now or never, I reached out like a preying mantis to grab him.  I immediately opened my physical eyes. 

 

Unfortunately the screen prevented me from getting a good grip on him.  With stealth quickness and knowing he was present in the room, I reached in front of me with my physical arms like a blind man stumbling to grab at anything before me.  I wasn’t able to grab hold of him but I definitely felt his physical presence as he brushed up against the underside of my forearms.  As I moved my arms around there were defined areas in front of me where I could actually feel something solid yet I could see anything and there were areas where I could feel nothing at all. 

 

Obviously he got away, but I came away with an experience, knowing there is subtle energy that can’t be seen but can definitely be felt with the physical hands and seen with the inner eye.  It seems the veil of separation between the two realms is thinning. 

 

I then rolled on my side and fell asleep.  I then had a dream.  In the dream I am with my best friend Daniel who passed away many years ago.  We are with his family working on improvements to the house in which they live.  There is a night watch where each of us takes turns watching the night sky and guarding the house.  Tonight it is my friend Daniel’s turn to watch the night sky.  I am sitting inside the house looking through the screened in porch.  He sits just outside with a blanket rapped around him to temper the chill of night. 

 

At this point I became semi-lucid thinking to myself that there is something strange happening here.  I’m aware of the significance of the screen but unaware as to its role in the setting of the dream.  I am also aware that my best friend who is sitting outside just beyond the screen has passed away in real life.  The desire of the heart to go outside and visit with him is very strong but I resist the urge believing that this might be the predatory response wished by my earlier visitor.  I make a conscious decision not to change the effects of the dream and to simply remain still to allow the dream to tell its story.  His father comes by to explain the improvements they have made on the house and why they are needed.  The tone of his voice has a hypnotic droning effect on me pushing me into a deeper state of consciousness making it difficult to stay coherent.  Slipping into another dimension or perspective, I now understand the improvements on the house and I can see their effect.  There are a bunch of yellow butterflies that are now attracted to the house because of the improvements made.  It reminds me of a Zen garden.  There is a sense of comfort in knowing that everything is going forward according to a divine plan.  All I have to do it lie in wait. 

 

Leafy Sea DragonOne adaptation helping both predators and prey avoid detection is camouflage, a form of crypsis where species have an appearance which helps them blend into the background. Camouflage consists of not only color, but also shape and pattern. The background upon which the organism is seen can be both its environment (e.g. the praying mantis resembling dead leaves) other organisms (e.g. zebras‘ stripes blend in with each other in a herd, making it difficult for lions to focus on a single target). The more convincing camouflage is, the more likely it is that the organism will go unseen.

Mimicry is a related phenomenon where an organism has a similar appearance to another species. One such example is the drone fly, which looks a lot like a bee, yet is completely harmless as it cannot sting at all. Another example of batesian mimicry is the io moth, (Automeris io), which has markings on its wings which resemble an owl’s eyes. When an insectivorous predator disturbs the moth, it reveals its hind wings, temporarily startling the predator and giving it time to escape.

Eye on the Ground

Cat's Eye NebulaLast night I had a dream where I am with a group of emissaries.  We are discussing events of the future.  They are telling me all that is to occur.  I am told there will be blocks of time that will go missing.  Finding this hard to believe, I question them asking them for further clarification.  It is as they say; blocks of time will go missing.  They then suggest that it has already happened to me.  I pause to reflect on my past looking for a time in my recent past for which this could be true; an instance where I could not account for time.  As if to answer the question for me, an eye appears embedded in the ground to my left.  I suddenly understand exactly what is meant by the loss of time.  It is all that I am.  Knowing all there is to know about the eye on the ground, I am told that I am to go forth and preach and begin my ministry because now I am a believer and I know the truth.

 

I begin to feel an energy rushing up from the ground like that of a serpent coiling around my body along my sides and up under my arms.  It has a tingly feeling that tickles.  I want them to stop because the feeling is to intense against my body. The sensation wakes me up with a ringing in my ears.  As I opened my eyes there beside me was a giant warrior with a long sword.  The ringing was from the sound of the blade as he pulled it out of its sheeth.  I asked the warrior, how do you safely carry a weapon of that size?  You don’t carry one, he answered.  Instead, you trust in the eye for no harm can come to you.  With that said, he and his sword vanished.

Photo Credit: Cat’s Eye Nebula NASA, ESA, HEIC, and The Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA) 

The Cat’s Eye Nebula is a planetary nebula in the constellation of Draco. Among the earliest of human records written, the ancient Egyptians identified this constellation as Tawaret, the goddess of the northern sky in their pantheon of deities. Considered as ever-vigilant because the constellation never set, she was depicted a fierce protective goddess whose body was a composite of crocodile, human, lioness, and hippopotamus parts.

I found it interesting that Ministry also refers to government and in fiction a reference is given to the New Republic from Star Wars.  The following quote suck out for me.

The New Republic is a mutual self-protection pact among over four hundred sentient species, and an economic partnership between eleven thousand inhabited worlds.”

—Chief of State Leia Organa Solo

Looking up the word preach I was redirected by Wikipedia to the word Sermon.  There I found the most famous sermon to be the “Sermon on the Mount.”  Little did I know there is another version of the same sermon called ”Sermon on the Plain” from the Gospel of Luke.  I was unaware of this version which sounds very similar to the title I chose for this dream.  The title of course for the dream came directly from imagery in the dream which was pretty straight forward.  ”On the Plain” sounds very similar to ”On the Ground.”  Not to mention Sermon and Eye have spiritual connotations.

Notable messages in the Sermon on the Plain include:

I love dreams like this because there are so many layers or dimensions of meaning here.  It speaks volumes to the one with an open mind who is willing to hear. 

The Rod of Asclepius

Rod of AsclepiusLast night I had an interesting experience when I laid in bed to meditate.  I quickly lost myself and later allowed myself to slip into a deep trance like state. I was just at the point of dropping into a deep sleep when I began to feel sick.  Quivering, I pulled my arms in tightly around my body as I held my comforter to my chin.  My teeth were chattering.  I felt as if I was about to pass out.  Telepathically, I sent out a distress signal as a cry for help.  I felt I was dropping into a state of delirium.

 

Lying to the right of me was roommate.  Noting my non verbal cry for help, he reached over and placed his hand on my forehead.  I could clearly see his arm across my face as I felt the pressure of his hand as it rested on my forehead gauging my temperature.  A part of me wondered how he had responded so quickly. 

To my left immediately appeared an EMS attendant from some emergency medical team.  She wore a black cap with a silver symbol on the front of it that glistened with the dim light that filtered into the room from the street light below my bedroom windows.  She reached out and grabbed my right arm.  I slowly became more aware realizing that whoever was next to me couldn’t possibly be my roommate namely because we don’t sleep together and secondly because he had not been home tonight. 

 

My mouth was definitely quivering.  Where were these ill feelings coming from?  Why was I feeling sick?  The person’s arm was still resting on my forehead.  I decided to reach for my voice recorder.  As I reached for it, a jackal appeared in front of me and sniffed me.  I ignored it and quickly proceeded to grab my recorder from my nightstand.  I quickly recorded the details. 

 

I could still feel the EMS attendant touching my arm feeling my pulse.  I thought the physical sensations might be my cat sleeping next to me.  I moved slightly to see if I could feel the cat.  Nothing Sable was not beside me, yet the touch against my skin was very real such that even my comforter was moving.  They were examining me with their medical equipment.  I then looked for my dog but could not see or feel him anywhere next to me.  Was I really in my bedroom?  I held my voice recorder while they continued their examination.  It was out of this world.  Once they were done and I was feeling better they disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.  Before leaving the attendant to my left held out she had to me.  I saw her face.  She had a human face.  Her vibration seemed higher than those previously around me.  I knew she had been there all along protecting me.  I quickly reached out my hand to touch hers.  She was the last and only one to say goodbye.  I was now alone in my bedroom.  My dog was sleeping quietly at the foot of the bed.  My cat was nowhere in sight.  Who were my visitors?  It was comforting to know help is merely a heart beat away.

 

In the morning my roommate came home at 7am before my alarm had sounded.  I heard him disarm the security alarm system.  My dog started barking and ran downstairs to greet him.  After settling down I called the dog back up onto my bed.  Mystified by my experience this night I decided to take advantage of my early wake up and meditate to see if I could go back to the scene where I was when all this happened.  I quickly had a remote viewing session where everything I was seeing had a deep forest green tint to it.  The beings around me were definitely alien humanoid creatures.  I could see them moving about.  The video within my mind was shaking which caused the image to distort slightly making it difficult to focus.  The shaking made it difficult to clearly see their faces or read any of the writing that was present on the tables and monitors.  I still wondered if I was in my bedroom or not when it happened.  I definitely had access to my voice recorder but does this mean I was in my bedroom?  There were approximately 12 attendants around me in a very dimly lit green operating room.  Their skin appeared to be shiny with leather like quality.  They had large almond shaped eyes.   I have seen these aliens before many times.  It suddenly made sense as information from my subconscious came streaming in.  I had made the connection.  There are many dimensions occurring at the same time.  Not all dimensions are aware of each other and some are only able to look down in frequency or tone or vibration hence the color of the setting. Depending on my vibration I too am only aware of certain frequencies.  Frequency is a term I am using for lack of a better word with which to describe what is happening.  There are two sides to the same coin.

 

I looked up EMS on Wikipedia and was led to the rod of Asclepius which is what I received from the attendant who said goodbye.

The rod of Asclepius (also known as the rod of Asklepios, rod of Aesculapius or asklepian[1]) is an ancient Greek symbol associated with astrology and with healing the sick through medicine. It consists of a serpent entwined around a staff. Asclepius, the son of Apollo, was a practitioner of medicine in ancient Greek mythology.
 
The rod of Asclepius symbolizes the healing arts by combining the serpent, which in shedding its skin is a symbol of rebirth and fertility, with the staff, a symbol of authority befitting the god of Medicine. The snake wrapped around the staff is widely claimed to be a species of rat snake, Elaphe longissima, also known as the Aesculapian or Asclepian snake. It is native to southeastern Europe, Asia Minor, and some central European spa regions, apparently brought there by Romans for their healing properties.
 
Asclepius (Greek) is the god of medicine and healing in ancient Greek mythology. Asclepius represents the healing aspect of the medical arts, while his daughters Hygieia, Meditrina, Iaso, Aceso, Aglæa/Ægle and Panacea (literally, “all-healing”) symbolize the forces of cleanliness, medicine and healing, respectively.

The Death of Physical Desire

Deathast night I had a dream where I am sitting with my family huddled around a small heater that barely produced enough heat for them.  They asked if I could possibly give them a new heater.  Of course, I told them. You can have anything you need.  I materialize a bigger heater for them enough to heat the space in which we were huddled.  Without anyone saying anything to me, I am suddenly aware of the death of my father.  I immediately stand up.  He died while crossing the street.  I observe that no one is saddened by his death not even my mother.  Everyone has gracefully come to terms with his death. 

 

I turn away to do my own inner reflection.  Within me I can see the ground upon which his body lay.  Going back in time I re-live his last breath.  “No, you have to be kidding,” he says to himself inwardly.  He looks up and points to the sky and smiles.  He is experiencing a vision.  “They have come for me,” he says; those where his last words. 

 

I now understood why everyone had gracefully accepted his death.  In his death he received everything he had been searching for.  

 

As my own inner reflection faded within the dream I began to awaken.  Lying in bed I came to full awareness.  Above my bed was floating the image of my father.  Instinctively, I reached out to grab his ethereal form to pull him toward me.  My left hand went straight for his heart like an arrow released from the bow of my heart.  I grabbed hold of him capturing his heart in the palm of my hand.  I could see his final expression as he surrendered his life before my eyes.  His image slowly faded.  I opened my hand and there in the palm of my hand was a handful of the etheric substance of his being.  It was hunter green in color and ran down the palm of my hand and fingers.  I held up my hand to the dawn of the morning light shining through my bedroom window.  Its consistency was dense yet still transparent.  My palm was completely green.  Like tiny fiber filaments angel hair of some sort; it clung to my hand forming a web between my fingers that obscured the light. I compared both palms.  One was clearly green while the other was my normal skin tone. 

 

I placed my palm on my heart.  Could my father have really died?  I’d have to call home first thing in the morning.  Somehow I knew this wasn’t about my real father but more about what my father represented.  My father represents my struggle with addiction and my desire for ultimate truth.  Death is a liberation from bondage; a bondage to my physical desire.  Was I now free from bondage?  I then remembered that last night as I began my meditation I tried to visualize the moment in which I came into existence.  I wanted to know why I had decided to come into physical form.  What was my desire?  What was my purpose for coming here?  What did I want to accomplish? 

 

OstrichI decided to meditate and see if I could glean anything more from this dream vision.  As I meditated, I began to see tree people. These trees were moonstruck; solid black shadows against a white backdrop.  They looked like palm trees with ostrich feet.  There were about 7 of them of varying heights.  They did a two step dance of sorts to let me know they were happy with the outcome.  

 

My alarm sounded.  I quickly hit the snooze button and returned to my meditation.  Seeing that I had returned, the ostrich’s regrouped and returned to their tree dance.  Clarity sharpened as they came in closer into view. The showed me there feet and how they walked.  Still moonstruck all I could see was the outline of their shadow.  My alarm sounded a second time.  It was time to awaken.

 

What does is all mean, I’m really not sure but I know as I live it and hold onto it more will be revealed. I’m exactly where I need to be.