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crocIn analyzing dreams and their symbolism, it’s often the simpler aspects that can tell you more than the dramatic images. In this example, what is being noticed is the direction of things, i.e., are we going up or down? There’s a crocodile in the stream, but what is it that turns a menace into a helpful companion. So it’s not only what is happening, but the reason why things happen. It is those relationships between you – the main character – and the dream world that matter most. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: Last night, early in the evening, all I was really aware of is it felt like I was listening to the Adele song “Rolling in the Deep Again,” or I was listening to her sing. That was all I remembered of early in the evening.

And then more towards morning I had this dream where I’m traveling in a car, it may even be a convertible, and I’ve gone up a hill. But when I get to the top of the hill it looks like the road is running out, and I see actually another road down below – I’m wondering if that was the one I was supposed to have taken.

And I need to get down there, so I look over to my right and sloping down this steep hill that’s more like a meadow there are some tiny tracks that look more like a path, or like a real old road, and I wonder if I can get down there and across the stream I see at the bottom. But I see a car come out way down below and do just that, so I figure, well, I’ll try it.

So I go down this steep hill carefully. I think I have like a white convertible or something. I get down to the bottom but then I have to stop right on the side of the stream. And it’s a shallow stream, but I want to cross over to confer with some people on the other side of the stream. They’re going to help me get the car across the stream now.

Well, there’s a great big, huge kind of white crocodile in the stream, gigantic, so I’m concerned about how to get across the stream without getting eaten by the crocodile – like maybe I have to skid into the stream and help push the car at this point.

To my surprise for some reason these other people and I seem to hit up a dialogue with the crocodile. At first I thought it was a male crocodile because it has this deep voice, but then we discovered it has a couple of little babies. And it seems like instead of the crocodile eating us the crocodile wants to join us, which means then we have to figure out a way to feed the crocodile of course. I’m thinking about getting some old meat and tenderizing it, or what else can we toss it to eat?

Then it seems like what we actually do is the crocodile is going to go with us. That’s that dream.

John: So is it a dream actually? Because the whole thing is is you’re making a north, south, and east to west. In other words, you’re having the depth perception of going to the north or going up, and then the roads run out, right?

Jeane: Yes.

John: And then you see them down below again as something is going on because there are roads that go down. So now you have the above and the below, and then you have to go across, which is like an east and a west now.

But in doing that, you end up at the interval, and it’s an interval in which the kundalini energy – expressing itself as a crocodile now – is there to devour you. And yet in that spark, and in that moment, is a relationship. It doesn’t have to be a relationship based upon the fear or the condition of being out of touch with that flicker that’s in-between. It’s like the idea of the crocodile going with you, that’s where you get it – at that moment.

Jeane: I think I’m going to teach the crocodile how to sing. I seem to remember that.

John: Yeah, that’s where you get it. That’s where light comes down upon light and light rises up to touch light. That’s where there’s the connection. That’s where there’s the spark.

What’s interesting about the dream is I portray it as very narrow, almost going through a doorway, which is kind of a linear way and maybe a masculine way of portraying it.

You portray it much like a good picture where it has the sense of depth perception in it, which would be when you look at a picture that’s not just a photograph but a picture that has the undulation lines. It has the above and the below working.

And then you’ve added that to the idea that there is this in-between point, that I call the doorway, but what you’ve added to it is you’ve made it bigger. I make it like a split second and real small. That’s probably the way the masculine portrays it. Who can possibly get a glimpse of something that’s just a split second? And yet you have to reside there as a soldier between the two worlds.

And you take it on as a plane of existence in a world in and of itself. This is where you and the crocodile really relate. You have your dialogue and everything going. So what you have done is you’ve taken the report that I’m giving in kind of a… from a state of shock, you’re taking it into a state of normalcy, a strange normalcy however.

In other words, that’s just the way it is kind of thing, no drama to it, not this sting of 1,000 scorpion drama or anything like that even. You and the crocodile have a rapport.

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beadshop2A small sensation from Jeane leads John to the enormous territory of the relationship between matter and energy, or substance and essence. So the question that wants to be asked by every human born in this planet is: how do I, as a physical being, reconnect to the essence that I originate from? And that is the true journey of a life here, that is all we are supposed to wrestle with all the days of our lives. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: Last night when you came to bed from meditation I actually woke up enough like I realized that kind of like when we kind of curled into each other that what happened is I was overheated like I get at night and you were cold from sitting and meditating so it felt like you cooled me down and I warmed you up.

John: So what you’re describing is actually a way of talking about something in terms of the other side and this side, in that you had a symbolic inference of what occurs when masculine and feminine come together or, instead of using the word masculine you use the word light, instead of using the word feminine you use the word matter.

And so matter, when it’s compressed and is in a state that was trying to break free of its compression, tends to be affected, tends to heat up, especially when it is matter that is being quickened. And the light, as it comes down tends to… well, what is happening is you’re having a correlation, something is happening right at the interval of where the two come together.

Now, most people think that this comes together by way of the two existing simultaneously in some fashion. In other words, they merge in some fashion where you have the plane of light and matter or, in other words, because matter has been formed out of sound, which is an aspect of light. So, right at this interval that’s in-between is where the information is at.

You can’t catch up with it if you go straight, completely, totally into the light because it’s more than you can grasp, just like how can a drop of water hit an ocean and know itself in the ocean anymore? It’s in the essence. Or another way of saying it, how can the individual soul know the world’s soul when it goes into that wholeness? Or, in other words, how is it possible when you have an experience of light while you are sitting in matter?

Well, the answer to that is it’s not possible. I am describing something that is lunatical except there is that interval. And it’s the interval in the doorway. It’s the interval at the moment of death. That’s why in Hindu religion it is said that at the moment of death is like a sting of 1,000 scorpions.

In other words, that’s just a split second when you’re kind of in the interval between going from matter, and the potential of something in this dense realm, and that of the other side of light, of essence, in which you only know something for a split second, which is in-between. It’s like in the doorway, or right at that crossover, or moment, and that’s when you access the information in a way that you get it.

But just like this side is, in a way, amnesic to the inner but knows that there’s something more, when you go totally into the inner you’re amnesic to this side because there’s no information you’re able to grasp when you’re just pure essence. And so the place that you need to be at is the doorway. That’s what it means to be a soldier of the two worlds.

You’re at the soldier of the two worlds in that particular razor-thread moment or, another way of saying it is, that when light comes down and hits the plane of manifestation it sets off a spark. That spark that it sets off is a light bulb moment. It’s a type of knowingness. It’s a type of sensing something. This has information in it. You can’t grasp the information from the shadows and the illusions that you push around in the outer, nor can you acquire it by sitting beyond all of this in the light. You acquire right at that in-between point.

Now maybe it’s possible that I’m wrong on this and am only describing something in relationship to a type of station in which you reach a point in which this is how you access the guidance or sense of knowingness, and that when you are able to access that sense of knowingness by being in both places, a soldier between the two worlds, then maybe you’ve speeded up enough that you can go into the essence and still, somehow or another, hold something together.

One has to ponder that and wonder about that as an additional or potential future potentiality because the ability to discern – is it always in this kind of doorway? There’s a teacher who describes the journey of the soul as being something that comes from a domain in which there is no sense of anything and as it comes into this plane of existence, the soul in the body, in its path it passes by other souls that are leaving this plane and, in that split second, as they’re leaving they let go of things that they can’t take to the other side as a type of unfinished business. A soul coming in at that split second, it’s like you can pick those sort of qualities and traits up and that becomes an imbedded karma to the soul, as if that’s how the thought of God works, in terms of the soul coming into creation.

It’s a cute way of describing it. For it to work that way draws again the significance and the importance of that in-betweenness, that split second in which there’s neither existence or nonexistence, in which the type of nothingness that exists is a nothingness that has an awareness when you’re in both places – but you’re in neither, actually. Because if you become the drop of water that goes into the ocean, what is there to report?

How do you get the memo? And if you’re the drop of water that is in manifestation, then you clamor for something that you haven’t figured out how to catch up with, but just know that it exists somewhere as some sort of deep inner sense that goes beyond the senses and your mind.

Well, the state that takes you beyond bewilderment is this state of nothingness that lies in-between. And so when you had the sensation experience of something kind of interesting in that as you existed as matter that is attempting to quicken or something, that, in other words, isn’t just matter sitting completely in a density but has something that is quickened from having gotten closer to, we’ll call it, the warbling doorway, you’re heated up. And when there’s a light that is coming down, and it is coming into matter or creation, there is a spark that causes all of it to go into a kind of semblance.

In other words, if you take the statements that man wants union and God wants separation, and if you take the idea that there is something about the soul that is then in existence as being an octave of the whole, a spark from the whole, I mean you can even describe it as a thought of God, none of that exists if you’re totally in essence again, at least I don’t know how to see it.

And you’re not able to know, you don’t get the memo, if you’re just simply in the domain of creation. But you do have a sense, for a split second, at that interval that you warble back and forth with. So if you aspire to something spiritual, so to speak, to go outside of all of this, you go into a place in which you lose all sense of self – just like the drop of water into the ocean.

So what I am doing in the meditation is I’m going into this doorway and, somehow or another after a period of time letting go of enough of the flicker of the density of things, I’m able to, for a split second, have an experience that lies in-between the essence and substance. The dilemma I have is I become very strange and peculiar because I do see something, I do know something, I become dangerous to myself because I don’t really know what I know – and yet I know.

In some fashion aspect of myself, I touch something. Even though, as described in Hinduism, it’s like the sting of 1,000 scorpions interval because to a person who hasn’t developed an acuity in terms of how the language of the soul works, between essence and substance, the in-betweenness, that is the soldier between both, that is where something is actually seeable and hearable.

I don’t know if it’s possible otherwise, because in the plane of creation it’s just reflections that you always get twisted and distorted and never know what is really going on. And in the plane of essence it is just all that there is, and so how can you determine anything in and of that, yet at that interval there is something that bridges both sides.

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Explosion of imaginationIt’s very interesting to look at the dream imagery here and then contemplate the analysis. The character of John in the dream feels restless and walks away from where he is waiting for a ride somewhere. How often do we turn away from the moment we are in to soothe some personal need, desire or mannerism? And how often does it disconnect us from what is going on? We can see clearly how the beauty of life can be lost to us when we succumb to our personal peccadillos. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: There is a certain mannerism that I carry that gets in-between this whole process, in other words, that can cause me to dip in and out of the reality of having stepped through a door, so to speak, and then coming back to the senses of the physical. And that’s what this dream kind of talks about.

Because I’m having to wait for my ride to take me away from the place I’m at, in which it’s like a place of study or something – there are other students – and some other student has the vehicle, and that student has something that they have to fiddle with and is not ready to leave. So I take a walk.

I’m ready to go, but feel I’m kind of put out if I just wait, so I just decide that rather than wait, which is kind of like to me wasting time, I’ll take a walk. First of all I end up at a place where I can’t seem to get my pants on right or something, and then that progresses to a place where there used to be a hot springs there.

And it’s actually a very historical spot and has this red clay natural wonder. This red clay slopes out, and then there’s the spring area that makes it really kosher as an oasis, and then the red clay extends out from that.

Well, man has come along over time and has been messing with the red clay, has been rearranging it, and taking it away because, for some reason, he has a concept of something better. And in the process, of course, whatever concept he has the hot springs no longer exist either. It’s just a pool of water that he has made even harder to contend and deal with because you have to go from one side of it to the other side, from one portion of the natural clay wonder to the other, what little there is left, and there’s no hot springs, there’s no nothing.

The area where he disturbed it isn’t even deep enough to be able to properly swim in as a pool even – so it’s no longer a hot springs center. The flow’s been plugged. Everything is controlled. I need to cross from the side that I’m at, the clay portion where I’m at, to the other side because I know that I have to get to that other side in order to get back to where I belong that’s on the way back to where I can catch this ride.

And I don’t have a way to contact the person who’s giving me the ride, and I have this belief or figure that because they compelled me to have to wait for them, it is now their turn to wait for me. But there’s a problem with this way of thinking, in terms of an adab, because at least they use modern technology to stay in touch with themselves, like a cellphone or something. All I’m using is I think I can gauge this by feel: that I’ll get back in time. They’ll have to wait a little bit because obviously I can’t gauge it perfect, but it won’t be such a degree that it will put them out to the point that I won’t get back in time, so that they won’t be having to leave without me or something strange like that.

But now all of a sudden I have a problem. I’m now realizing that no one knows where I’m at, figured I’d get back in time, but that’s a problem now because I need to immediately be heading back to where I belong. I mean I could sense inside of myself that the jig is up. And I’m not able to do that in a timely manner because to do that I would have to cross this area which man has disturbed, that used to be a natural wonder in its day, and now there are all these rules, regulations, and controls that are the established protocol that are being perpetuated.

So eventually I realize enough is enough in terms of abiding by such manmade carryings on that project these rules, guidelines, and protocols that are intended to be for the general good but, as I look around, all I see is how the natural wonder of the place has lost its meaningfulness to the point that getting back to where things need to be in a timely manner has gotten lost.

So a frustration sets in. I reach the point where I can’t take it anymore, whether the powers that be at this place like it or not, I have to leave from here and get back to where I belong. In other words, I had been sitting there waiting for them to be able to give me the green light to go; doing this just places me deeper and deeper into a conundrum.

So, because I have to get across this waterway, and maybe there was a boat or something that would have helped me if I’d have waited, I can’t wait so I take off my pants and cross the waterway to what is left of the clay monument wonder on the other side.

From there even though I suddenly realize that I no longer know anymore how to get back from there. It’s kind of in the right direction, but then how do you proceed? All I could do is hope that I’ll just start walking, keep walking, and it will all somehow come back to me. I do not have any other option anymore. I have stayed here too long and am in desperate need to get back. My waywardness has gotten to a point that I am now confused as to how to take the next step.

The main part of this dream is the sensation. The main issue in the dream at every phase is my inability to be still. Only when I am at ease with myself am I able to be in touch with a natural flow. My restlessness carries me away on a tangent.

Nothing I experience when astir like this does anything for me. The disturbed anxiety I carry inside seems to be projected wherever I go, so much so that the natural beauty and wonder of creation has lost its incredibleness as my conduct estranges me from a wholeness more and more.

See this is all feminine kind of dreaming, how the feminine sees things. What started out as being nothing more than taking a walk to kill time, as I wait for other parts of myself to get their act together, has gotten to the point that I no longer know how to get back to where I belong. And where I now have traversed to as a result of getting lost or misaligned in my approach has taken me to what’s a glorified mess. I use the word glorified because this is a wonderful spot but it’s now a mess. It’s been disturbed.

The reason for the dream is my restive nature that shuts a flow off is stranding me more and more. I need to realize that even though I think what I am doing makes sense, that it is causing me to be even further estranged from a connection that is even more important.

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