Out of It

tree-1To be born on this planet, as a human being, is to be in receipt of a great inheritance – the human inheritance of purpose. But how do we sort that out, when there seems to be no instructions left for us to follow? Actually, the signs of something more to do are everywhere: the history of more advanced, ancient civilizations, the endless UFO sightings, the deep urges within us to keep searching, together with the enormity of the universe and the inconceivably exact way that it operates. All these things point to something else going on, while all the things we busy our lives with point to nothing else, except the ultimately empty pursuit of happiness through the collection of material things. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: So, in the first dream, I seem to have been with a man who has recently died, and he had apparently had family, been married before, had relationships before, and he also had a lot of things.

Many of those things have been left with me, and I may even be the only one that knows where they are, or what they are, and I’m looking around and trying to figure out what he would want done with some of them. And it might just be something like a nice pocket watch, or some things that are much more substantial.

And, at first, I go to where his family from before was, and I look at them, but then I realize that it’s like they wouldn’t really sort it out. They might just even fight among themselves about it, or they’re not going to be much help to me in sorting out what I should be doing with what he’s left.

So I leave there, and I seem to go through these woods, and then I travel a distance and I come to a town where I have a high school reunion going on. And it’s a little town in the mountains, and, as I travel to this town, I come upon one square where someone I knew, that I grew up with, is almost like playing hopscotch, and they’re maybe going to have a dance in this little area. And I just seem to take that in.

And then I go up to the school, and I kind of look in the classrooms, and I go through the building because maybe people will be coming back and having a dance there that night, or part of the reunion. And I don’t really seem to participate in anything, but I observe things. I see the people that are there, some teachers that are there. I go through the building.

I kind of figure out when things are happening, and I know that I want to time it a little bit so I can come back through the square when there was some kind of meeting, or dance going on, with the girl that I had observed before. And I seem to communicate to her mother, in one of the buildings, where she’s going to be at a certain point in time.

Then, as I travel back through the village, I leave the village and I go back to where I was originally when the dream first began, the other town. And this time now I can see the form of the man that I was with that died. I mean, I realize in a sense it’s not quite like he’s alive again, because he can’t speak, but I realize that now that I can see his form, as though he’s really there, that I’ll be able to sort out what he’ll want done with what he’s left behind.

John: So your dream’s basically pointing out that it doesn’t matter whether you’re masculine or feminine, that there is a sort of plight that exists, and that this plight exists in such a capacity that there’s no way that you can sort it out.

And, as the dream starts, it’s as if a certain kind of ignorance is bliss, in that, in your innocence, you have no idea of the conditions that you’re placed into. And these conditions have such an infectious effect to your being that, if you were to pause and ponder, as if you have a responsibility over this plight, and in this plight, you would realize that you just don’t see it because you’re not able to go back to the history of it all, even – and yet there it is.

Yet because something like this plagues you, it puts you in motion to a type of traveling. And so, as you start traveling, you now switch to where you are trying to catch up with all of this, as if it’s a burden that you have to sort out, this plight, that in your innocence you just seem to find yourself in – not knowing the degree, or anything like that.

Now, all of a sudden, you’re trying to sort something out. And so this is when you switch from subjective to objective, or back to a type of masculine side, and there you find yourself kind of going to a village, or traveling, and there with all of this plight that you’re trying to sort out you see the innocence again, of another woman, which means you were a woman, and now you’ve switched and you’re a guy. And then you go back, then you find yourself going back, because somehow or another you’re realizing that there has to be a type of tremendous letting go in order for you to get it.

And so, when you go back, you can almost now see all of the shadow of things that you’re subjected into having to contend with, when before you were protected from even having any idea of it as being in a type of amnesic innocence.

So what is being portrayed is a huge reporting of your plight, the plight of a human being, and that, what is there that can be done in terms of this? And it is shown that it just is what it is. I mean, you’re that out of it. You go through the commotions, and the motions, and eventually, if anything rescues you, first of all the innocence is like a kind of natural ignorance bliss because you don’t have any idea all that you’re having to contend with.

And then when you think you have to figure out how to contend with that, you come to realize that, behind it all, there is really something more to be seen, and that everything that you had been dealing with, had been contending with, goes nowhere. It’s all a type of purgatory.

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