A small portion of my lucidity the other night.
07/04/2012
Dark skies, heavy, and thick. Like most of my dreams, the environment is darker, no sun, but everything is easy to see. There is no unfocused view. Everything is crisp and clear and vibrant, the ultimate in high definition.
I can bring the sun, though it does tend to disrupt the entire environment at times. When I try, it usually results in vast storm fronts that clean out the darkness. Heavy winds scour the dark; a cleansing through punishing the landscape.
Looking up into the greyness of the cloud covered sky, I sigh in boredom. Twitch my finger without raising my arm, then draw a spinning circle pattern and the deep massive clouds begin their rotation. It is becoming so easy. Perfectly timed spinning circle pattern of my finger with an intention of vortex sends the cloudscape spiraling, a massive swirling, churning construct. A hole forms in the center, vast in distance, and when looking up through it, the inner cloud walls of the tunnel reach through infinitely.
A shudder in the sky, upper left. Gateway slams open and a bearded figure appears. "Stop this immediately!" he bellows down at me. Through my intention, the cloud vortex increases in strength.
Rage causes the figure standing amongst a backdrop of slate grey high in the clouds - far from my vortex - to rain a violent shredded sphere of flashing lights in my direction. I don't bother stopping it. Instead, I make the space between draw downwards, heavy, and the sphere plunges down to smash against the hard surface ground.
Frustrated, he blasts a different shape and color down, again a pulsing push of strong energies. I repeat, and once again the energy slams into the space between us. The man is furious. A stream of blue flickers to life, many hand-spans wide. Instead of making the air heavy, I pull the air (space) back on itself and invert the blue stream which crashes back into the figure.
It 'froze' him in time.
perhaps 30 minutes later, 3 women come up to me, and ask me to release the elderly man. He is still suspended in the sky, locked within his own gate. Though the three do not look like 'witches', it is obvious that they are. Emotional feelings flow off of each, embodying promises of threats and damage to my being if I do not do as they say.
I smile, and release the man with a thought. Dark figures immediately begin pulling themselves from the earth. Corpses, though with no sign of decomposition. I bend down to one, a child of perhaps 11, and hug him fiercely. Rest and love and release are the feelings embodied in my intentions. He weeps in love and lays down to rest. I continue with the others. When I am done, there is no sign of the old man in the sky.
The three witches follow me, harassing, continuing the threats of eternal harm. My relaxed composure confuses the young women, and they quiet down. I stand my ground, as their threats mean absolutely nothing to me. It is obvious they are not used to this.
They turn their backs to me, and walk off into the darkness, though everything can be seen.
Quoting: Swinging on Spirals I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
~ William Blake
creation is by spirit, spiritual awakening must come first. illusions are created by the ego. that is another mans system. the dream. as the light shines, some clamp their eyes to remain asleep. however, you are not asleep anymore.
you are fully awake.
as you are fully awake, take a step back. see how all here are like childeren. not that you are a parent or above them... dreamers are convinced of the dream yet it is the awake who recognise what is represented.
but as the dreamer dreams. look at what is represented. from an awakened state:
consistant statemetns, such as these in their simplest form. ahhhh a circle. i see a circle, yes it is round! ahhhh i see a square. 4 sides, it is a square. i know what a square looks like and that is a square, i see a triangal. triangles have three sides. see it has three. ahhh there is that 3 number again. me myself and i, haha! that makes three. in its simplicity.. the
awake observer sees the dreaming observer dance, spin, cavet, contort, sway and swing in assinging value to the illusions of representations they understand and asociate with,
no different then childeren playing pretend and make believe...
aware observer is wrong thinking. both who are dreaming and who are awake are aware. just in different states of awareness. the mind is all encompassing wether awake or asleep
as in your dream, you loved the child and it rested. rather then rest, it awkens to find rest. because in the dream, the illusions re-enforce no rest. rest is an ilussion found in sleep. the mind does not shut off weather asleep or awake.
the mind is all encompassing wether awake or asleep.
that is why reality is not what is all encompassing. it is limited to the perception of both the awake and the dreamer.
would have loved to see your picture... of you in this relms apearance.. however, that is irrelivent. when you see me as neither old, nor young, nor man, nor woman, nor white nor black nor american not even human, it is there, you will see me as i see you.. and then you will have a glimps of who you really are.
as your signiture sugjests. we are spiritual beings having a human experiance. i assure you, you did not place it there by mistake.
Here or there, I/eye/aye see
you where when is then!
awake or asleep, you see you.
infinitely NOW!
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