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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.

Because the sorce of light comes from you. the spirit is not dependant on the eyes. it radiates from its own source. as it does you view the illusions as dark.

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.

Light created light. when it magnifies its reflection darkness fights to exist. darkness that is exposed to light dies in it.

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.

The opposite of perfection of course being questioning or seeking or whatever active verbiage you would put upon it. In this motivating activity even innocence is lost as the definition of perfection is harmed by the questing glance (first flickerings of awareness).

It's all about questions, as they lead to choice. Don't assume eternity to be anything but a second with all perception/awareness focused upon it.

Without this (In the form of outside or apart (which materially cannot exist)), there is no perfection, innocence, hatred or motivation.

There are no wrong answers.


And yes, Perfection compels it's opposite. Otherwise there would be pristine silence eternal.

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.

you have me confused with someone else.. it is a common mis conception.

You do not yet grasp the immensity of the concept, so I will spell it out for you.

what is all encompassing has no opposite. perfection is not a place, a where.

No, but it is the focal point. The only separator is entangled conciousness itself. It can be as large or small a divisor as you necessitates.

it is the answer that the question seeks. not the opposite. however, i do enjoy your diligent persuit. you are wonderful, nothing seperates you from that. illusions and questions are nothing.

not at all, what is the first condition of love.
love is patient.

love is a doctor.

you have me confused with someone else.. it is a common mis conception.

You do not yet grasp the immensity of the concept, so I will spell it out for you.

There is only One Creator, United with One Creation, perfectly Whole and Undivided, impossible to change or damage. If it were possible to change or damage Creation, it would be possible to damage God.

In the absence of Creation — that is, if God were Alone — there would be nothing unlike God. That's a tautology. If there's nothing unlike God, then anything Created would have to be created to be Like God. Perfection doesn't create its opposite. Unity doesn't create division. Innocence doesn't create guilt.

yet, what is created can dream of speration and division. that is this place is.

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.

no congratulations are given, just step forward. your wife appears extremely proud, that you can be congratulated on.
Do it for those you love.

SS, I did read your post......I thought I had posted a reply. I guess not.

Do you ever wonder about what affect you are having, playing in other realms? Or do you think it as no affect on the people (or what ever they are).
It would be like a alien coming here and playing with our world, causing chaos, or maybe they already do :)

She is not a 'proud' woman at all. You totally missed that. But, she is a very confident woman.

The best ones always are.

:crazygary:

Every time I'm down there I wonder what effects I am having. I came to the realization a few years ago, that I need to make sure that when I am 'in there' that I effect things in a manner that is positive overall. Then, I realized that repercussions of mine that are of a positive nature, may end up becoming negative down the road.

So, I came up with my own answer, and that is to strive to become a being of reflection.

Imagine, not only going through normal waking life asking questions of morals and ethics, but in the non-material as well, where anything can be done. There are many aspects to these things, and it also depends on which environment I am in as well, as to what actions need to be taken.

Notice the old man. I either nullified his aggressive actions, or I reflected them. This causes him to experience what he wished me to experience.

If I have to choose between things (as with the child), then I will choose less suffering.

The MIRROR has been in my thoughts much lately. Inversion is a Key. Choices that must be made must lead to less suffering, not balanced on either ends of the scale of good/evil.

It is NOT our world. It IS our human condition.

My mind is awash right now, in the everyday, so these words may be a little scattered.

I have made of these things my nature. What if effects done in the non-material manifest into the material? My experiences show that there is no doubt that this is the case. I often said how tired I was. I am conscious, most times, on both sides. I had to work, and think, and act, and respond, and emote specific emotions, and block, and become impenetrable, and become all-influencing.

This was done consciously, with guidance and signposts occurring subconsciously. But, in order for it to become a natural state of being, it had to be brought to the conscious...it had to be fully understood...and I had to be tested over and over and over again.

I have realized that the tests will not end. In order to be somewhat at peace, I had to accept that they will not end, and be OK with it.

But, this is what we all signed up for.

Why did Odysseus tell the cyclops his name was Nobody?

Why did Odysseus tell the cyclops his name was Nobody?

So, what's up nobody? You posted this post many places.

Have seen it too.
It's a nice post anyways :D