Archive for the ‘Inner / Outer’ Category

hieronymus-boschTo truly make a spiritual journey is to go against what everyone, and everything, in the culture and society takes for fact; it is to believe and trust that what we see around us is not the whole story. If we follow that urge within, it will allow us to see that life as we know it is only important in a relative way: yes, we can love others and make a living, but we don’t have to buy into the idea that the world we see around us is the pinnacle of human development. It’s not. The journey will lead us to let go of planetary things and help us embrace the universal that can be our future. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: In my first dream I’m a young woman, or somewhere maybe in my 30s or so. I’ve been kidnapped by this big mob boss, or gangster of some kind, and taken to what feels like another planet because when he puts me down it’s almost like there’s some kind of surface he puts me down on, almost like if it were a really large lily pad – but there’s other people on it.

I mean it’s quite large like the size of this room, at least, and there’s some other people on it and maybe they have places where they sleep and stuff, and sometimes it’s even a little sticky. And I feel like wherever I am it’s not like I can just leave there.

And then it feels like he brings me little things, now and then, and then he’s even wanting to encourage me to get up and move around, or like maybe I actually can have some freedom of movement. But I don’t trust it because I know he’s kind of a gangster, and it’s as though he’s trying to convince me that everything’s fine, and I’m with him, and I can actually have a certain amount of freedom, but I recognize that that’s all an illusion to some degree.

So it’s like this kind of a little tug-of-war going on there where he’s kind of wanting me to pretend that I have this freedom, I can even maybe go to the spaceship, but I don’t know that I believe it. And it was all kind of murky colors, too. That was the first dream.

John: Well, you’re just portraying what it’s like to be caught in an amnesia of having to contend, and buy into, the outer. And from the perception of the outer it’s like it has like a whole monster, or harshness, or whatever it is, over lording quality to it that is doing through its reflective way to get you to buy into it as being real.

And every time you have any intuition that something could be different, it’s hard to recognize that in the face of a situation in which everything is being done to convince you otherwise.

And the significance of the dream is to catch up with the vibration that belies the fact that this is meaningful; I mean it’s a reflection. And, in terms of how it is that a part of you needs to unfold, that the reflection that’s there, and the intensity at play, to make this reflection seem all that there is, is something that you’re having to recognize and realize doesn’t echo to a point where you need to be at anymore.

And so, a dream like that, where everything is like that, and no matter what is done to try to convince you that it is otherwise, if you can truly see that and everything in the outer as being like that, then you’re at the threshold of an intense longing for there to be something more. And that longing can bring you out of the outer amnesia of things which are the reflective conditions of vibrations in an outer – and can carry you to an epicenter, or depth, inside of yourself which is able to take all of that in, in terms of the essence, as opposed to the reflection.

And so you could say that your dream is a calamity of things, so to speak, in an exaggerated format, that’s at the gateway of the epiphany breaking through to something so much more on another side. But until you do that, and if you’re still caught in the equation of things all around you, then it’s like that being in kind of a pressurized zone, and yet something is waking up, and yet there you are not able to quite catch up with what is waking up, so you feel the kind of heaviness density, and even a kind of anguish, at your condition in the physical.

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the-sacredThe vulture was considered a sacred symbol in ancient Egypt, and other cultures, because, among all animals, it could ingest things in their most foul state and transform them into food. Or, said another way, the vulture is among the greatest cleaners of coarse energy, able to transform it into something higher, something that can give life. Because energetically, as a rule, the coarse destroys the fine. So when we see the vulture on the tomb of King Tut, we can infer that he had such a human development that he could clean coarser energies because of the energies that were with him. This is high development, but something we are all capable of – even in a simple act of kindness or compassion, for a start – and a capability that this world sorely needs. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: Now don’t lose track of what that dream did and, instead, ponder: is that dream any different than this dream, which his an entirely different storyline. And don’t let the bizarreness of the storyline cause you to cringe too much and miss it.

In the world, there is a coffee, that I’m able to drink, that is incredible. But this world suffered an earthquake, which changed things. Everyone still drinks the coffee as something that is needed, but they don’t know how to fully appreciate it because it’s contaminated.

For me to live in such a world, I have to knowingly let go and be part of an aspect in which this contamination exists, or endure this contamination because this is what is true for everyone in this world, but I also know better. Yet to be in this world, amidst the people here, I have to hold this space as something in this world, but not part of it. Not part of the contamination, per se; in other words, the two don’t necessarily twine in terms of some sort of balance. It’s not like that.

So I do that. I have the coffee, the pure, black, hot coffee that in this state is not contaminated, and can’t get diseased. And so, can I take this and be in the world, amidst the conditions that are here, and not lose the purity of this coffee?

So the way I do it is I have a way of pouring myself the pure coffee each morning, and then I am able to take and stick my spoon into a garbage can of common waste – of the collective society – and take a spoonful or or two of that and put it in the coffee. At first I would really cringe over having to do this, but seemed to be able to get away with it and not get sick, because deep down I could distinguish the purity of the coffee amidst the collective contamination that existed, and that the hot coffee was what made the difference because it could absorb and transform the contamination.

But little by little this exposure was breaking me down. I started reaching into the garbage for the coffee now, instead of it being poured somewhere else, and it wasn’t always as hot and fresh there. And then I would stick my spoon in and come up with waste from the garbage basket, but I still seemed to be getting by, at least maybe not noticing the degree to which that might be pulling me down. Because I was still in the world, but suddenly I knew that things were not meant to continue like that. The coffee has to be hot, and it has to be pure, and to take away the hotness takes away what is needed to absorb the dust that I am able to imbibe and transform.

So, to begin with, when I put my spoon in the garbage, I wasn’t sure just what would end up having to be mixed into the cup of coffee. That would be where the cringing would come in, but something about my focus and attention was such that when I was having, so to speak, a good run in the world, meaning able to be somewhere else, the spoonfuls that would come from the trash would like particles of dust and dirt. They wouldn’t be some untransformable rubbish.

Suddenly the day arrived, where when I reached into the garbage for my hot cup of coffee, what came up in my hand was not coffee but some other drink, and it was cold. It wasn’t hot. It was like a mocha; something too much had happened. It was different. I was suspecting that I may have been getting impressions and not getting coffee that was hot for quite some time now, but at least I was still getting coffee. But it was a coffee that, you might say, didn’t quite have what it took anymore. Yet I continued the practice of putting the dirt and the rest of the garbage by the spoonful into it – and gotten away with it – up until now.

But to now not have coffee, let alone it not being hot, in other words, not some little semblance left, but some other drink to put the dirt into, that shocked me. I had to stop. It meant that the ways of the world in terms of what was accessible from within had changed, that something had happened. I was shocked by what I saw and woke up from the dream.

Meaning: The inner and outer are possible in this loci, but to cope a person that is in this world, or is part of this world, in terms of the physical presences in this world, meaning that they as a physical presence they’re able to be with everyone else, must also be fully conscious of the true inner soul that is not affected by the density of things here.

This is something very difficult. It’s a really fine line in terms of holding that which is real in this place, while simultaneously being here amidst the dust and dirt of it all, and able to transform it, or to be able to not be affected by it which is the same thing as transforming it.

This dream is suggesting at the very end that such condition is shifting, quite how is not revealed other than to say the other drink that is not pure coffee, is cold, is something else. I’m not sure how that happened, nor am I sure that I can do anything about changing the ways, in some way, because something now is no longer being revealed.

The deeper meaning is that, in the world, there is a longing everywhere that I’m able to denote and this enables me to bear the heat and burden of the times. The heat and the longing are correlated. However, when the longing subsides, or goes into a combobulation, like a mixing, the effect is not the same. First it starts to cool, and the shift is subtle. And then when it is something entirely different, that’s when I realize the process has gotten lost, it’s gotten hidden and it’s lost the quality, the heat of something that’s the longing, too, and that the outer prevailing conditions have finally got to me.

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00sWe may understand nightmares to show us some terrible truth, but dreams are always showing us a truth about the situation we find ourselves in, and sometimes it seems mundane – until we look at the details. Here, a simple game of ping pong, but the man is handicapped. And then a game of pool, and a woman needs to be taped into alignment. All in the midst of a noisy arcade – the hustle and bustle of life. This is our dilemma: how do we bring our masculine and feminine aspects into alignment in such a crazy world? (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: That way of portraying it in a dream is quite similar to my sleep dream in that, given that this was the particular theme, the image that ensued was: I’m in this place when this guy, who has his chaperone or person that looks after him, maybe it’s because of who he is, or how distinguished he is, or up in age he is, or who knows.

He checks into kind of this hotel, this establishment place, and in checking in I’m off to one side. He asks if there’s anyone that plays table tennis here. He wants to play table tennis. And I look at him, and because I haven’t played table tennis in a long time I think, oh, yeah, anybody to play table tennis with, okay.

And so as I open up a conversation with him I suddenly see that he only has one hand, and so I ask him, “So you play left-handed?” And he said, “No, no, no,” and somehow or another he takes his handicapped hand and he plays table tennis. He says, “Well, I play real slow.” And I say, “Well, I don’t play slow, I play a fast game. Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” And he says, “Oh, let’s try, let’s give it a try.”

So, it’s agreed. So the question then comes up: Where do we get a table? And he suggests maybe it’ll have to be outside. And I say, “No, no, no, it’ll have to be set up inside.” And I vaguely remember that there’s a way of doing it inside. And so I say, “I’ll take responsibility and get that set up,” and I point to an area where I think that once upon a time somehow long ago or something I notice that there had been a table tennis that could be there.

And it’s kind of a bit of an open area, and in this open area all around it is kids that are playing; it’s like an arcade or something all around this open area. Whether they’re playing on game machines of some sort or whatever, I don’t know, but they’re just rambunctious as can be. And I think, oh, this is going to be challenging. I don’t know how this is going to work because table tennis is a fairly focused game. It requires movement but you can’t have this kind of behavior in the way. It’s kind of an incoherent vibrancy that doesn’t pay any attention to how it’s bobbing around.

And so I set up the table, but as the table gets set up it turns into a pool table. And so then the image switches and, when something is to happen, it’s a girl, a young girl, that gets on the pool table.

Now all of this rambunctious activity around, that was vibrating around, which is similar to all of the action that you had in this house that everyone had to be gotten rid of because all of those ideas and mannerisms were too much; that’s kind of a masculine quality characteristic, it’s always too much to sort out, had narrowed itself down to where that was no longer an issue and it was a matter of alignment.

So it was almost like this pool table was like some sort of gizmo in which it was more difficult than it looked. It involved having to tape this young girl into an alignment to fit the table, as if the table spun a little bit. It was easy to get something out of alignment.

And so what does this image represent? Well, they represent the same thing as yours in that, to begin with, that this old guy, the old guy, is from the crown. You know, he’s the masculine energy. He’s the transcendent space. He’s the ancient energy. He’s the something that I look forward to doing, something that is ancient and long ago that I don’t really remember having done for a long, long time.

And yet it’s not that possible because things are off the ground. Things are handicapped, and plus everything is chaotic.

And then, of course, on the other side when one is considering the virtues of it having to have something to do, and everything being kind of a rhythm that has something to do with the breath, with manifestation, the importance of manifestation because the breath is into manifestation and out, and back, and back and forth. And everything about manifestation is a cycle in and out, a relationship is an in and out relationship, an eating is an in and an out aspect, that the combination of the two leads to a wholeness.

And so it’s as if I’m having to contend with the reconciliation of those two images. Well, it created kind of a complexity, a dilemma, because technically speaking both exist and you can’t seem to get by with one over the other. You don’t just look one way or the other, and then your dream points out that it’s all in the process. The way I come up with it is, one has to reconcile the fact that I have to contend with the old guy, and yet at the same time I have to deal with how that is in terms of manifestation – which is represented by the feminine.

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