The Right Intent

painted-glass-ball-illusionSometimes our dreams use images to show us our folly, pointing out the silliness of certain facades we put on. Because any type of facade we use in our relationship with the world is a learned behavior and not a true representation of us. That introduces a warp to the flow of life that prevents us from getting the guidance we need. Development means slowly getting rid of all those unnatural mechanisms, gradually letting us become more natural again. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: I had a real long, loud dream that portrayed all kinds of little things that were haywire in terms of how it is that I’m keeping myself unable to know what needs to be known and own it.

And then I had a meditation dream that suggested how there’s something about the “right intent” as well that is getting lost. In other words, right intent is something you either have or you don’t have, and there’s a way of looking at life in terms of right intent, in terms of looking at it as hearkening to something of an inner depth, that kind of right intent.

So the meditation dream is a little bit hard to understand because it’s insufficient to get what I’m supposed to get because I lose the right intent. Fortunately, I had a good sleep dream that pulled things into an interesting flow and result.

But last night I wasn’t even sure if any of this made much sense, and all I wrote was: I behold and determine a result which is based upon appearances. This still isn’t enough to pull off a change. A turmoil exists within me because the effect upon overall life, and the overall vibe of myself in the overall, is going to be overwhelmed.

So it shows that I’m holding an imbalance in some fashion that means the right focus is off. And kind of what it means in a short way of saying it is, what I am able to access within still isn’t strong enough to make an intended difference. As a result there’s going to be further turmoil.

So then when I go to sleep I have a very long, loud dream that lays out the detail of the mess that I’m making out of things from the meditative journey and way of living.

So in this dream I’ve gathered in what is an old rustic kind of house, a living room area, after having been out exploring an ancient site. And apparently I wasn’t the only one exploring it, but I’m just paying attention initially at what it was that I picked up, not knowing anything about it, just having picked up some peculiar objects that kind of are from another era. It seems like three or four pieces is what you would typically find in this area, but I have five, six, or seven of these little bitty ceramic pieces that all fit into the palm of my hand.

So as I’m hanging out in this room of this rustic house, a friend of mine, who’s kind of a bullshitter and likes to pretend he knows more than he knows, is there, and he’s gloating over the wonderful things he has found.

And there is a woman there that’s listening to him carry on. The objects he recovered from the dig seem to have more of a story line to them – to hear him talk – and they’re actually larger, too.

And one of them that he moves about and shifts about to kind of show you what it’s supposed to be about is like a miniature depiction of an old courtyard area or something where people supposedly lived, or appeared to have lived, long ago. But the one thing odd about this is, it’s mostly made out of metal. I know my objects are genuine because they are made out of this old ceramic that you just don’t see today, and this has some metal to it.

It still strikes me as odd. And then he points out another thing that really looks like a stainless steel pot and he has some great big story wrapped up around this. So at this point, of course, it gets my attention, and the woman is just kind of taking all of this in. And I look at it and notice the lid has a date on it. It’s 1989.

So as I look at this I suddenly slice right through the story of this pot by saying, “First of all, it isn’t anything ancient, and second the lid has the date in plain English.” That kind of shuts him up. He quits making a big deal about what he has found and, of course, he hadn’t even paid a lick of attention when I showed him my five or six objects that I held in the palm of my hand. He was all about what he had.

So, he gets up and he goes outside for some fresh air. So, as kind of a prank I take a book of his that’s part of the objects that he seems to have and when it’s turned one side up it looks one way, and when you turn it over he probably hasn’t paid close enough attention to know what the book would look like if it was turned over. So I turn it over, as if that makes it less recognizable, and I set it off to one side in plain sight.

And I tell the woman that to hide it would be mean. I then lie down on a couch and I guess I’m kind of reading or recreating or something, and this old rustic house had a couple of books there and I’m kind of laying my head on one of them as if I’m making a quasi pillow out of them, and he comes back. And I could tell that he’s concerned because he can’t find the book that I turned over and moved off to one side, even though I left it in plain sight.

At first he’s calm about it but, little by little, he’s getting agitated. So I sit up, and I have no forethought in this part, I just take a real small book that was under my head and hand it to him, as if it is his, because I was convinced it was part of this old rustic house. And it just so happens to be an important book for him that he had completely forgotten about.

He’s acting like maybe I did something. I tell him, “No, it was just lying there. I had no idea this was his,” which is true, but he’s still looking around. And I look around for the book is uptight about and not finding. Suddenly I go over to where it is at after saying, “Let’s see,” as I look around and I pick it up and hand it to him. I nonchalantly go back to the couch as calmly as I can say this because inside I’m laughing, I say, “I always put my stuff together, that way nothing gets lost.”

I wake up with the statement resonating in my head, plus I hear the almost indistinguishable snicker from the woman who knows the statement to be bullshit. Isn’t this cute?

So this dream is about embodying in a grounded way that which is meaningful so that it can awaken as to who and how we are. To think we have something to gloat about or know something special is a setup for confusion. When we act like there is something special or unique to how we are or what we found this is a surefire indication that we are lost, confused, scattered, and more out of it than we realize.

In the meditation dream image, I am not able to make what I am able to know there happen because I have not fully grounded the in-depth knowingness I have into life.

This dream portrays a number of reasons why I am having this as a problem. One, I keep making a big deal out of that which is common place. Two, I’m not attentive to other things that are also meaningful that are pointed out to me. Three, I keep thinking that what I have is special simply because I have it, thus I’m not able to see beyond this. Four, I’m not taking responsibility for what I do have in a contained way. As the result, I’m forgetful and out of touch. Five, my life would be simplified if I held a focus and attention upon what is opening up for me because when it gets scattered I become forgetful and confused.

Now, the Hopi’s say that this right intent is important because there is something about the vibe of holding on to that that takes and causes something to be shaken or infused into life in a natural way or something. In other words, it’s not something that you put your focus upon. Your focus is upon something inside yourself as kind of a right intent that causes you to access something that wouldn’t otherwise be ordinarily accessed because of the nature of outer conditioning and the senses and such. And, that when you do do that, that is something that infuses out, touches and causes an effect in the overallness of life.

So this right intent behind this is an important quality but, of course, that’s almost like another step back. I mean, how can you have the right intent when you have all this other vagary like those examples that I gave, five or six examples, of waywardness, and you have that to contend with that undermine the right intent?

And, of course, the consequences of that undermining the right intent keep you from having a knowingness that, well, it’s a type of knowingness that I’m coming to see can tell things. In other words, as a type of timing it seems because everything is in the moment. There’s a past, present, and there’s a future. The aspect of a sense of what’s coming in the future, or how something can unfold, has to do with not having those nuances in the way because then you can hear in a slightly different way and you can even tell whether what is unfolding in the future is meaningful or not.

You can’t tell if you’ve indulged in some fashion so that that sort of thing gets in the way of kind of a type of naturalness that can just vibrationally know because it’s vibrationally in tune with how something has to unfold in order for it to be correlated or sequenced through ourselves without there being some sort of deviation experience.

So this is one of the reasons why it’s important to polish one’s self, or to clear one’s self, of these vagary aspects is because they become veils that stand in the way to something that is a pure resonance, that one can recognize instead. And you can’t recognize that pure energy if you have some flicker of something, some nuance of something, that still intercedes.

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