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Chase dreams can often be the most disturbing type of dream imagery, so much so that we can wake up in a sweat and get that feeling of tremendous relief that whatever the scenario was, it wasn’t real. Yet they are useful to us because they are showing that we are at an impasse inside, where the desire to get to the next possibility is meeting with inner aspects of us that don’t want to go there, or don’t want to accept it. But we can learn to understand the danger in our dreams, and realize that the chase is about finding a connection and a flow, rather than getting away from anything. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: I know I dreamt a lot last night, but I didn’t really pull them out. And the sensation I had was almost like one of being chased, or chasing, moving around; but I couldn’t pull out the details. 

John: Well, it should work the opposite of that, unless you’re catching up with the principle, this way, of using danger to kill, which is a very advanced understanding.

In other words, we go about reacting about this and reacting about that, and we’re meant to use that as a means to obliterate – learning from that how to let go of patterns in our nature that just keep on plaguing us and plaguing us. Ideally, what’s behind that is the catching up with a cadence, or rhythm, that you naturally feel and carry. 

When you’re not carrying that, and you’re somehow scoping out or reacting about something, that’s when you bring up these images of being chased, or pursued, or qualities in which something is coming at you that you’re not letting go off. 

What I was seeing in this is, whenever I saw a kind of cringing or tightening up inside, it was in relationship to a mannerism that somehow or another has a possessory way, in terms of getting a hold of my personality and emotion reaction. And instead of getting caught there over and over and over again, that’s the meaning behind learning to use danger to kill. In other words, to recognize the danger and realize that it kills, it kills the quality of a cadence that is meant to be there in its natural way, as opposed to the constant chasing in terms of trying to find it, the cadence, that is. 

That’s the reason why we do everything because we’re seeking that. We’re searching but we don’t know where to look. And when you have a chase scene, that’s the same thing, is that you’re being haunted by something that’s out of twang with what it is that you know has to be a cadence. But you’re not quite tuning into the cadence, you’re getting affected by this other. And thus, the way you’re carrying your energy is causing the sensation of being chased. 

It’s a particular vibration, just like cadence is a quality of holding an auric field in one’s nature, so that, as you go through life, you function in a way that affects and touches the world around you, as opposed to things that still have life lessons to learn hitting you over, and over, and over again in a personality emotion way.

It’s still on theme of recognizing what soul to matter is all about. And it’s not about personality and emotion, reacting to things, thus the deeper thought using danger to kill. Danger kills, it kills the cadence.

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When we injure ourselves, or have any type of surgery or health issue, we may feel, many months later, that we have returned to our prior state of well being. But everything leaves it mark on us: whether a physical scar, an energetic wound, or a psychological print. Somewhere in our future that mark will come back into play when something of a similar nature or frequency happens to us, like a knee that aches in the rain. Upon each arising, we have an opportunity to recognize it, let it go, and allow some healing to take place. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: So this rite of passage continues into the next dream, where I am suddenly aware that I am going through what I take to be a shakedown. I’m being patted down as if I am concealing something, like you’re in a security area, as if I have weapons, or that’s what I’m thinking is going on here. 

Because at the end, the person feels around my neck and throat cavity, in other words, being as thorough as you could possibly imagine, is how I’m taking it. I’m still repulsed by what I feel is an unwarranted intrusion. 

Then, all of a sudden, the doctor, which I don’t quite realize he’s a doctor yet, points out that I have a flap, a spot, a little thing hanging down that he is able to detect, that is different on my left side of my neck under the jaw, and says it is from the surgeries. When I ask questions, he says that a tube was inserted that I didn’t know about, but sometimes this happens, because the tube then dissolves, and you’re never aware of it when you wake up. In other words, it falls away or something or dissolves at the end of the surgery. He then walks away. 

But, of course, he said this, and I still don’t know what to make of what he just told me because I still don’t get it. Even though I described him as a doctor, I still don’t know that yet in this dream. But I quickly find out because, as he walks away from where I’m at, wondering what is going on, he passes a nurse who calls him by name, and refers to him as Dr. so-and-so, to which now I get it. And I am surprised. 

He wasn’t wearing any special clothes, he was just wearing street clothes. Other doctors were there, but he’s like something different and special. He doesn’t wear their attire, he’s just ordinary. 

And the meaning is, I am being worked on on both sides. In the first dream it is from the densities of the day-to-day workflow of life. That is, before I had paid a price and was allowed to journey home. 

And, in this dream, I’m put through a special process that I don’t remember anymore, that had roots in the outer and a psychic infusion within, simultaneously. And this gets seen for what it is and was, the roots of the outer, in other words, the fact that there were the memories of something that occurred that affected part of the body. And then there’s the psychic infusion within that’s behind it all, that’s the essence meaning, and it is seen for what it is/was as the inner examination.

In other words, now I’m seeing it as an inner examination, seeing it from the other side now. The first dream was a rite of passage from outer to inner. The dream was a connectiveness rite of passage seen from within.

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A cart full of belongings, a narrow passageway, a gate that will lock if it closes, these are all the images of the dreamer trying to make progress into a new space. The questions then arise within: can all this stuff make the journey, or do I have to leave some items behind? Do I have the right key, or access, into where I hope to go? What last-minute impediments will arise that may prevent my getting through? This is the way of our journey, on an inner level and in outer life. Our dreams help us see what we are trying to navigate as we seek passage into the next elevation. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: And then in-between comes all of this action, because you’re still trying to tune in the channel. 

So, in the dream, I leave a warehouse I am in, and I’m pushing a cart with things inside that I’m taking home. As I leave this workplace, warehouse, whatever it kind of is, where you just go through the turmoil of things sorting this out and sorting that out, because everything is just kind of this, that, and the other in this kind of workforce of life. 

When I go through the door into outside, I’m basically traveling towards something now, I do so by going down a corridor that has fences on both sides, and this corridor that’s fenced in, it’s not the main parking lot outside where things try to come to that, that descend to that, and go through the qualities of life that way. It just seems to be a different way of being, now, going down this corridor, that a car and a cart cannot pass, it’s that narrow. 

That’s the situation. Before I can get to the end there’s a car, and at the end there’s a gate that has to be opened. And a car arrives and the gate at the other end is opened. And so I’m still coming towards the gate, and the car is going to be coming down through this corridor. And I can’t get by; cart and car can’t pass each other.

So I yell out: “Wait,” because I want to go through before it is closed again. Meaning, if the gate is closed, the guy’s gonna lock the gate, I don’t have a key for the gate, but I’m taking things in my cart that I apparently think that I’m going to need for wherever I’m going. 

So when I get near the gate – when I was further back I could see it straight away – now all of a sudden I’m having to go through bushes and brush and branches and tree trunks. And at the very end I have to actually come down from having climbed up over this, that, or the other, down to where the gate is, like dropping down from a tree. And as I go through the gate, instead of this being a regular car that I do remember, but when I get there, it’s like a quiet little Suburban. And it completely blocks the gate, it’s backed up now to the gate, blocking the gate that is open. 

And so I have to crawl into the back, cart and all, somehow, and come out the door of the car. And as I’m continuing on my way, having done that, the woman driver makes the comment about the tough times I have been through. And what comes out of my mouth as a surprised affirmative is: “You have no idea,” as I push the cart and the items therein on my way.

The intensity of this situation had me on edge and challenged my focus and intention to get through this. This is kind of like a report of things, now. The vehicle I went through is a vehicle I remember because it had a large sports engine, that makes a lot of noise, that I remember seeing coming and going. 

The meaning is this is a rite of passage dream. The dream starts out with me in a controlled environment with not much going on, just going through the this and the thats. When I break out of this trance I start the journey back through a special passageway, and I have with me what I need to go home in my possession. 

Ordinarily, this could be considered stealing, I suppose, you know, if you didn’t understand what was really going on here, or acting in a personal context or something. But, in this instance, it’s kind of like a note or a quality that I am entitled to function with. 

The breath connection between inner and outer is portrayed as an area fenced in on both sides, that is not big enough for two cars to pass. I must bring the breath, i.e., myself and the cart through the gate and out the car that blocks the exit gate by going through the trunk and out the door on my way home. 

This was a process that was tense in terms of breaking through, even though you didn’t think so when you started. It was like first you had the reprieve of coming out into the corridor. And then, all of a sudden, there’s more to the corridor than you realize because you see the car coming through the gate up ahead and you realize, “Oh my gosh, the gate’s going to be locked,” and then what am I going to do because you hadn’t accounted for that. 

And then you realize that you have to go through that gate that has been opened by this car that’s able to come down, the car being the outbreath coming down, and that gate being the zone that takes you into the stillness, bringing something into, and the corridor itself being the traveling towards God, in an inbreath way. 

And that place that you hit, having gone through the gate, is akin to a type of stillness, not quite the stillness, yet. Still not really there, but closer. Because I’m still pushing a cart, and that’s where the interval where the inbreath turns to the outbreath is at, yet, just to get to this point, I still am in this “you have no idea” business.

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