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John: Your dream yesterday actually makes a deeper statement in terms of how the kundalini works (see Recognizing What We Already Know). We spoke about the idea of sensing a gap, or having the perception that something is askew, and thinking that you need to be subordinated to this thing because you sense it as being separate. But when you come to recognize the linkage, the distance between you and the teacher disappears because you have found it in yourself.

The part that’s hard to describe is how the feminine, which craves a particular kundalini sexuality, craves it more hungrily when there is the association of something having to come from outside of herself to bring about an awakening. When there’s that sense of dependency, it’s always coupled with anger because no one likes to be reliant on things out of their control.

That viewpoint, that sense of something having to be found, or reached, or sought outside of one’s self as if that somehow or other completes or satisfies what’s needed – when you actually find the solidness of that masculine inside you, you transcend that illusion because you then become wired internally to reach what had been missing and find it inside of you.

The first part of your dream has to do with the part that’s fine and solid in part of you, and the other male figures that are passing through are the part that’s still reaching, and has a hunger, and is still caught under the misconception that somehow this lies outside of you. The part of you that’s content and solid, in and of itself, knows better and knows that it has taken in and taken on and discovered all that there is to discover in this regard.

And thus the teacher, or the go-between, is no longer visible, as if there’s something askew or separate. It’s almost as if the feminine, in its dormancy – carrying a completeness in and of itself – can only think in terms of trying to awaken, can only think that, to begin with, that it has to do with a certain magnetic connection being formed. Until it’s formed, by way of a relationship or something from the outer, until that takes place, there’s a gap.

But when it has caught up or learned to take this on for itself, that’s when it moves to a point where it’s no longer dependent upon the teacher to create the inflection. Because that’s the point where you have already gotten the memo, so to speak, or that masculine part has opened up and become part of you, so that there’s nothing reachable or touchable in terms of an outer capacity any more. It’s a very deep dream.

The theme of the dream is one of catching up with something that’s already within you, but you don’t know it. That’s the theme of the dream and yet we make this journey, and we go through this maze of the outer life in an illusion, or in a state of amnesia in terms of recognizing that we actually, at the depths of who we are, already carry it as complete.

Generally speaking, we just aren’t able to have that recognition in the physical world because we’re not able to stop long enough to see that it’s naturally so. Instead we see ourselves as proceeding in some regard or way and, when we see ourselves as proceeding in some regard or way then we have dreams that have to do with something haunting us or chasing us, or that we’re finding new things in new rooms, or that we’re jumping from this place to that place.

What we’re doing is circling that part of ourselves that, in a flash, when it awakens, means that all of that illusion drops away, because the time and the space in the outer illusion then goes into that vacuum of nonexistence. While you’re Traveling Toward God, or even Traveling In God, you still perceive that there’s an aspect of linkage, or interconnection, that needs to come together.

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John: I dreamed I’m in the log house where I grew up. I’m 17 or 18 years old and I need to catch the bus for school. There’s been a heavy snowfall, so I need to catch the late bus.

The late bus will just get me to school in time. I’ve been outside already and I can see the trail that I’ve cut in the snow. Yet when I turn around to walk back out, the trail has disappeared.

It’s still dark, so I have to move by feel. I have the feeling that I’m trying to maintain a sense of how to conduct myself in terms of an inflection that’s trying to come through.

I know that when the bus comes it will slip over the hill suddenly, so I make a few attempts to try to get out to the bus stop. My brother and sister don’t seem to be focused on this, and I’m having trouble each time I make an attempt. 

I’m also having trouble finding my books and my jacket. As soon as I wonder, “Where’s my jacket?” and “Where’s my book?” I just go into a standstill.

All of a sudden I hear a loud sound and I realize it’s the bus. It’s stopped and the driver is leaning on the horn. I look and don’t see my jacket. I realize I’ve got nobody to blame but myself. There’s the bus and I’ve got to catch it.

I go charging out without my jacket or books and wave at the driver to show I’m coming. But the bus driver sees that I have no jacket or books and assumes I must be waving him on. He just drives away.

The meaning I draw from this imagery is that I know what’s necessary and I must trust it and conduct myself accordingly. That’s how things are meant to be, and I don’t have the luxury of procrastinating. There’s something that I can feel that’s building and rising. I have a sense that it’s important, but I have to act on it.

This dream actually built toward the next dream:

This time I’m trying to find a way to ground myself. I’m sleeping without dreaming, and I’m feeling content but not necessarily grounded. It’s as if I’m not able to be solid enough or energetically connected to life

Then something occurs. I don’t know what it is that I’m seeking, but I notice that what seems to be soothing me (even though it might not make sense outwardly) is a type of kundalini energy. This gets me rooted in some way to a note in life. 

This energy causes me to sweat. However, it’s like a note that pulls things together. I even name it as an energy that I’m “taking home.” I’m finding my rootedness in life through this vibration.

I fell asleep with the light on, but it doesn’t disturb me. Somehow the light becomes symbolic of this energy that I’m pulling through and trying to embrace. It’s this note, or vibration, that has created the linkage. I’m trying to pull something through and I’m feeling content with it.

At some point you come over and turn off the light. That just brings more attention to the vibratory, kundalini linkage thats taking place. I’m sweating only because I’m creating this linkage. 

There’s no doubt that in my sleep state I’m making this vibratory linkage. In other words, it’s a shift from how I usually tend to carry myself. And I seem to be burning into my sense of knowing this energetic space. On doing that (bringing this space in), I’m able to settle back and not sweat so profusely because the energy had linked up and come through.

It didn’t matter that you turned the bedside lamp out. That was just a symbol, another beacon to help me remember all that I was going through to try and make this one particular thing take place.

There’s something about this. There’s actually such a rootedness in this sort of thing that it’s hard for me to write it when I wake up. I get to see myself connected to this vibration and to come out of it is almost to let go of the linkage, the twining.

So I feel that I’m connecting to a note in creation that links me to how I’m to be in the outer as an intertwined connection. This is something I feel as real. The thoughts that usually veil that linkage are falling away. Those mannerisms are a dead energy of no significance.

When the intertwined linkage occurs, everything feels more natural. When it carries this sense of naturalness, that’s when the kundalini heat and sweaty conditions subside.

In other words, when it’s coming in I have to adjust to the linkage and that causes me to burn it in. That can subside once the energy that needs to come through has arrived.

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John: Yesterday my dream was propelled by the energy of the kundalini, which is a Sanskrit word meaning “coiled” – like a serpent. It’s an energy that is mostly dormant in all of us, and is seated in the sacrum at the base of the spine. The kundalini is an amazing energy in that it’s a result of the clash, or coming together, of an inner aspect of light. (For yesterday’s dream, see The Heat of Kundalini.)

Kundalini has to create and cause an outer aspect of light to emerge. In the masculine way, it gets snapped into existence. In the feminine way, it just is. When it is awakened, everything is perceived and appreciated as being a part of the light – it’s a divine connection.

So in this imagery, I’m shown two possibilities – I’m shown two ways that things can unfold.

One is through the personal, ego-based way of the human, where a person acts according to their best thoughts and perceptions. The second is the divine way (universal way), which has to do with being embraced and swept up in the light – in the flow.

Of course we’re not used thinking that the world works this way. We’re used to fumbling about on our own in order to bring about some change, or to rectify a situation, or to try and steer things toward an imagined outcome that we have projected. That urge (which is a very personal view of life) cuts us off from the way things are, and from the way they should unfold, naturally (universally).

So, in the first dream, I begin by having to fulfill or maintain a perception of what needs to be, in terms of where and how I need to be situated. I’m trying to fit the ideal of what I’m projecting – according to my human perception. 

In this vision, I see myself as a person named Stark. I’m standing in the shadows – I’m barely an outline – and there are scores of my replicated self, standing side by side, formed into a circle in the shadows.

That image morphs into a pulling together of the limited light, and formulates a position in which all of the various points of human consciousness are pulled together to create an end result that looks like the light array of the Las Vegas strip, but that I can feel has barriers. In other words, it’s not wide open; it’s not totally free.

It’s like I see the lights from all the hotel rooms as dots positioned in relation to a particular spot in a building. And I know that’s unacceptable, but it’s the best that I can pull it together – the best formation I can make – in relation to trying to contend with the lights emanating from the Las Vegas strip.  

It’s like I’ve recreated the lights of the strip myself, but it’s a poor imitation. There are parts still in the shadows, as though they’re protected.

So, there’s something not quite right in all of that. I mean, with all the effort I made, that was what I ended up with? There’s a sense of personal indulgence in this effort that hurts the heart.

This image is a portrayal of what will unfold based upon my current state of consciousness. Because I’m in the shadows of my true self, I’m not fully aligned. So the result of what gets portrayed is unacceptable and not how things need to be.

Simultaneous to that vision was something that also occurred as an example of the second way, the divine way, in which I just allowed myself to be in the light, to stand in the face of the light. 

In other words, I was not in the shadows, not in a multiplicity of myself, and not called Stark. I was just myself in the light, not trying to do anything other than take in the sense of the light.

It was as if the light knew how to give birth. All of a sudden the light flares out, just like you might have a solar flare or volcanic eruption. The best way I can describe it is that it seemed as if the light had a tail to it, and the tail just flickered out through the rays of the light, sparkling as the tail moved.

The end result was a whole new manifestation within the light. Something new is there now that couldn’t have been put together in the wildest imaginations of all the Starks of the world.

In the misaligned state, this instantaneous manifestation could never come about. It’s as if the light suddenly just flickered a tail, created the flare, flashed it out, and then lo and behold there was a whole new extension of lights. It was like the next phase. It was what was needed.

So this is shown to me as what’s possible when one stands in the light of self without compromising it, without limiting it to the personal view. The unfolding it portrays is a divine plan coming into manifestation, born from the light.

Because we all are the light, that’s all we are. If we surrender ourselves to the light, new manifestation becomes possible.

If we don’t surrender, we are limited to our own faculties, which can only lead to the “Stark” images – endless replication. It’s living life through a shadow consciousness that doesn’t know any better.

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