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WorldVEver have one of those days? Of course, we may have them all the time, where we lose something we need, we miss a connection, something that was supposed to happen, didn’t. We can have those nights, too, where our dreams feel the same way. And in both instances, perhaps, what we are being shown is that we are energetically ungrounded, and out of balance, which makes us vulnerable to being affected by other energies at play. Spiritual development helps us strengthen this aspect of ourselves, so we are less affected by randomness. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: I only really remember my dreams last night is it felt like I kept having the same dream, in that it was outdoors, in kind of hilly country, it was usually sunny. And it was like I and some other people were pursuing someone. We’re trying to catch them and bring them back for something they’d done. But it felt like it just kept repeating, but I never could quite get a hold of it.

John: There’s a whole sensation of trying to catch up with something, from a depth within, that is kind of the running schematic, and it’s kind of a prime directive, too, in that deep down we’re kind of compelled to having to realize a greater part of ourself.

And that realizing a greater part of ourself, a part that takes us outside of our time and space limitations, that is kept in place by the trance of senses and mind, to catch up with that greater part of ourself is to go to the all-pervasive soul in our nature.

Well, it’s pretty hard to do because everything around us is causing our attention to go this way and that way – and yet there is that echo. And so what you’re doing is, is you’re reverbing and reverbing, as if trying to come to the grips of this echo that you feel affecting you.

That’s very similar to my second dream, which also has a quality of floundering about. In this dream, I’m inside. I’ve traveled to and am inside a multi-story building, that’s huge. And there’s several floor levels. I don’t know how many, but each floor I know is huge. And that it’s a maze just to go in any given floor.

And it’s kind of a glorified hospital, although there seems to be other things going on, like businesses and merchants in this place, too, but each floor has a central nursing station. That’s how one knows it’s kind of a glorified hospital. There’s just people everywhere that can grab your attention and cause you to be distracted, or to get confused, and get lost.

So I have come to this building and am up on the second floor, I seem to know that there’s a person I need to find that’s on this second floor. And I’ve come with a friend, but we get separated on the second floor. And in my moving about on the second floor, trying to find the person who I’ve come here to visit, I also set down a bag that I was carrying. Fortunately, I can recollect where I set that bag down, because I left it at the nursing station.

Even though somehow, deep deep down, I have a sense that the person I’m looking for is on the second floor, and that my friend is somewhere wandering around on the second floor, too, I end up going to the third floor. And when I go to the third floor, it’s like I’m even more spaced out. And I get really enamored at looking at all of the myriad of things going on on the third floor.

And at some point I even leave my notebook behind, my dream notebook, which is important to me that I apparently was carrying, too. And it’s almost like I’m so amnesic that I have no idea where I might have left it, except that it was somewhere on this floor. And it all kind of starts to gel, my predicament, when, in my wandering about, I come to the nursing station on the third floor. It’s then that I realize, oh my goodness, I need to get out of this enamored condition that I’m in, and I also need to find my notebook. And I need to get back to where I need to be looking, retrieve my bag and such.

I know I should take steps that go between nursing stations, but instead I wander off as if something will pop in, or something will help me, or I’ll accidentally get a inkling as to where I set my notebook down. When, all of a sudden, actually by complete total surprise, fate would have it that I see the notebook – and it’s laying on the floor. So I go over to pick up the notebook and, as I pick it up, this guy grabs at it and he says: this is mine. And he claims he knows it’s his because it has the three rings, spiral binding, or whatever it was that he portrayed.

I look at the notebook, and the notebook has all that scratching out and scribbling that I do. And, on this particular page where it’s open, there’s more scribbling and complete blanking out than there is anything written. And so I look down and I can read my writing. So I know it’s my notebook.

So to free myself, again, of how I need to proceed, he’s got the notebook, I’ve got the notebook, and so I need to go. I can’t be just sitting there tugging away. So I bend over and I bite him on the wrist to get him to let go.

So now with my notebook in hand, I now know that I go back to the nursing station on the second floor, probably ask at the nursing station rather just continuing to keep wandering around, probably will find the person I’m looking for – they’re on the second floor. Probably somewhere in that vicinity or area on the second floor I’ll also probably run into my friend. And there at the nursing station I conveniently laid my bag down – I can retrieve that, too. That’s when I wake up.

So this is the same dream that you had, so to speak, in that there was this reverbing around to try to zoom in on something or another that is meant to be, that is trying to come out, is trying to make itself known. You don’t even have a very good guess at what that is, but you’re haunted by it nevertheless. That’s how your dream is.

And in my dream, my inclination is to keep going up where it gets less clear and less clear. And I keep losing more and more of myself. But what I’m losing is important, too. And what I need is more grounded on the second floor, which is another image in which something isn’t quite grounded as it needs to be.

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crowded-marketIt’s probably easier for most of us to recall those rare moments when we feel settled, and at one with ourselves, and in the flow of life. Mostly the world knocks us this way and that, and we are constantly struggling to regain our equilibrium. And this is why it is so difficult to live a life without a greater purpose: if we have no greater purpose, one entertainment is as good as the next, and there’s no reason to choose differently. But our purpose, our human purpose, allows us to see clearly what is useless in terms of that journey, and we can choose accordingly. There will always be detours – that’s how we grow – but we need to keep them to a minimum. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: All I really remember of my dreams last night, is it felt like I kept having the same dream in that it was outdoors in kind of hilly country. It was usually sunny. And it was like I and some other people were pursuing someone. We were trying to catch them and bring them back for something they had done. But it felt like it just kept repeating, but I never could quite get a hold of it.

John: Well, there’s a whole sensation of trying to catch up with something, from a depth within, that is kind of the running schematic. And it’s kind of a prime directive, too, in that deep down we’re kind of compelled to having to realize a greater part of ourselves.

And that realizing a greater part of ourselves, a part that takes us outside of our time and space limitations that is kept in place by the trance of senses and mind, to catch up with that greater part of ourselves is to go to the all-pervasive soul in our nature.

Well, it’s pretty hard to do because everything around us is causing our attention to go this way and that way, and yet there is that echo. And so what you’re doing is you’re reverbing, and reverbing, and reverbing as if trying to come to the grips of this echo that you feel affecting you. That’s very similar to my second dream, which also has a quality of floundering about.

In this dream, I’m inside. I’ve traveled to and am inside a multistory building that’s huge, and there’s several floor levels. I don’t know how many, but each floor I know is huge, and that it’s a maze just to go in any given floor. And it’s kind of a glorified hospital, although there seems to be other things going on like businesses, and merchants, in this place, too.

But each floor has a central nursing station, that’s how one knows it’s kind of a glorified hospital. And there’s just people everywhere that can grab your attention, and cause you to be distracted, or to get confused and get lost.

So I have come into this building, I’m up on the second floor, I seem to know that there’s a person I need to find that’s on the second floor. And I’ve come with a friend, but we get separated on the second floor. And in my moving about on the second floor, trying to find the person who I come here to visit, I also set down a bag that I was carrying.

Fortunately, I can recollect where I set that bag down because I left it at the nursing station on the second floor. And even though somehow deep, deep down I have a sense that the person I’m looking for is on the second floor, and that my friend is somewhere wandering around on the second floor, too, I end up going to the third floor.

And when I go to the third floor it’s like I’m even more spaced out, and I get really enamored at looking at all of the myriad of things going on on the third floor. And at some point I even leave my notebook behind, my dream notebook, which is important to me, that I apparently was carrying, too. And it’s almost like I’m so amnesic that I have no idea where I might have left it, except it was somewhere on this floor.

And it all kind of starts to gel, my predicament, when in my wandering about I come to the nursing station on the third floor. It’s then that I realize, oh my goodness, I need to get out of this enamored condition that I’m in, and I also need to find my notebook, and I need to get back to where I need to be looking, retrieve my bag and such, which I can leave this bag behind, but who am I to know what there is to let go of?

It would be nice to have this bag, just like my notebook, caused some other kind of unfoldment depth to my nature. So, I know I should take steps that go between nursing stations, but instead I wander off as if something will pop in, or something will help me, or I’ll accidentally get an inkling as to where I set my notebook down. When, all of a sudden, actually by complete, total surprise fate would have it that I see the notebook – and it’s laying on the floor.

So I go over to pick up the notebook and, as I pick it up, this guy grabs at it and he says, “This is mine.” And he claims he knows it’s his because it’s got the three-ring spiral binding or whatever it was that he portrayed. I look at the notebook, and the notebook has all that scratching out and scribbling that I do and, on this particular page where it’s open, there’s more scribbling and complete blanking out than there is anything written.

And so I look down and I can read my writing, so I know it’s my notebook. So to free myself again of how I need to proceed, he’s got the notebook, I’ve got the notebook, and so I need to go. I can’t be just sitting there tugging away, so I bend over and I bite him on the wrist to get him to let go.

So now with my notebook in hand I now know that I go back to the nursing station on the second floor, probably ask at the nursing station rather than just continuing to keep wandering around, probably will find the person I’m looking for there on the second floor, probably somewhere in that vicinity or area on the second floor I’ll also probably run into my friend. And there at the nursing station, where I conveniently laid my bag down, I can retrieve that, too. That’s when I wake up.

So this is the same dream that you had, so to speak, in that there was this reverbing around to try to zoom in on something or another that is meant to be, that is trying to come out, that’s trying to make itself known. You don’t even have a very good guess of what that is, but you’re haunted by it nevertheless. That’s kind of how your dream is.

And in my dream, my inclination is to keep going up where it gets foggier, and less clear, and less clear, and I keep losing more and more of myself. But what I’m losing is important, too, and what I need is more grounded – on the second floor. There’s no first floor in this building. It’s like a second floor only, which is another image in which something isn’t quite grounded as it needs to be.

But, in terms of the meaning of this dream, I wrote: I’m feeling a chaos inside over a waywardness that I feel in the outer. And to know what I need to know, in terms of my whereabouts, parts of self, what I am to do, what I need to see, who I need to be, etc., I need to set aside, let go of a waywardness vibration that is unsettling to a heart that is able to put things out. In other words, to extricate itself from its delirium; when basically I stop.

And it’s not a matter of being encumbered or unencumbered, although that’s one way of trying to look at it. I just need to settle back because something is coming into vision. There is a knowing, but I’m not going to catch up with it if I’m in an unsettled state.

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CROYou’ve probably heard this concept: We are spiritual beings having a human experience. And there is great truth in that idea, because there are parts of us that are universal, and parts of us that are purely planetary. But having a human experience is a great risk to our universal aspects – especially on a planet like this – because the temptations and distractions of this place can detour us from the spiritual purposes and processes we came here to do. So much so, in fact, that we can say that the planetary side of us is winning the battle – which explains everything about the world we see today. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: In this next dream you and I are visiting someplace that feels like there’s some mountain and some woods nearby, but also a home we’re staying in, and a town and shops and things, you know, so it’s like it’s got both countryside and a little bit of town.

We’re staying with a family there that has children. One day I come home, or where we’re staying anyway, visiting, and I’ve bought this fancy red motorbike, kind of a cross between a… It’s like the Lexus of motorbikes, and it’s bright red, and it’s like a cross kind of between a motorcycle and a scooter. You know, it’s not like a huge motorcycle, but it’s something I can ride on.

So I have to get used to having this motorbike and I also, for some reason, have brought along this little gray skateboard. I’m always trying to keep track of both the red motorbike and the gray skateboard.

You’ve gone off to the woods to play poker. There’s a poker game going on in the woods. And while you’re in the woods playing poker, it’s like I’m suddenly thinking I don’t know where the motorbike or the scooter is. I feel like I’ve lost them. And I haven’t done anything to identify everything.

So I go to where you’re playing the poker game and I do see some kids going by on skateboards, so I think maybe one of them borrowed my skateboard. And then I see the motorbike parked off to the side. I’m thinking I’m going to have to go to the Lexus dealer, I think the motorbike was actually a Lexus of some kind. Maybe have to get some kind of decal painted on it so I can tell it from any other red motorbike, or if somebody took it I could tell how it was distinct.

I kind of feel like the kids maybe are using the motorbike. I’ve gone back to the house where we’re staying and the kids kind of come running in and out, so I’m kind of letting go of the little gray skateboard, but feeling like I’m going to have to do something to identify the motorbike. That was that dream.

John: What’s interesting is, of course, you have to incorporate the two dreams together, and first of all what’s interesting is you have somehow or another in this dream kind of brought together the process of the east traveling to the west, in which you have the components in place. You show that you have the components in place.

In other words, it’s just like you’ve integrated the masculine and the feminine, or the inner and the outer, or so it seems, in a particular motif way. But you have to look at the particular motif way that you reach a kind of completeness, so to speak. You did this kind of completeness by going from an east, kind of a northeast, to a northwest. At the very beginning it seems that there is a certain balance there between the two. So now you have to contend with going more into life, or more to the south.

So that’s where the little red wagon comes in, or the red motorcycle, and that enables you to take liberties. And then you have the skateboard that enables you to kind of be able to knife along. And that sort of thing kind of naturally wants to emerge when you have a wholeness, or a completeness, from the way the dream started off in terms of intertwining, or catching up, with the east to the west.

But when you attempt then to contend with things in an outer unfoldment, or going to the south way, you endanger that connection. And so you’ve established a completeness so that it’s not completely forgotten, but it still is thrown a bit askew because I then, or the masculine, and the feminine that is integrated at the beginning, you having something that goes out and extends yourself through your red motorcycle, and your ability to skateboard around and in and about things that are happening, has its limits because, as that is happening, the masculine side of the energy is out gambling and carrying on in kind of a way that is also taking a type of liberty.

And the two need to function together, because when the masculine tries to sort something out, and takes liberties, and deals with the idiosyncrasies of things, it is going to suffer some wear and tear. Gambling’s not a thing that works with perfection. And the dream kind of completes where you realize that something is not quite feeling right, so you have to go and find that masculine gambling side. You have to figure out where that’s at again.

And that’s where the motorbike is at, and that’s where the scooter is at, and that’s where everything is at – and it comes back together.

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