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follow_Often times the drama we see in our dreams is a way for our unconscious to call attention to things that we are being blind to. In a sense, the images are trying to shake us awake to a certain issue that we are ignoring. In these dream scenarios, John is getting the urgency of the message, but only his mother, i.e., the feminine responds. The father, the masculine energy, is still missing, so there is more to resolve in the dreams to come. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: In my dream that corresponds to that, you’re doing it by way of a presence that rises up from the scenario. I mean you’re doing it being stirred by it. So you’re stirred up by it, and so the reaction is coming from being stirred up by what is taking place.

My reaction comes from seeing the way it’s coming down, or the way it’s coming into the way something is unfolding into life – and being somewhat shocked by it. It happened in two dreams. The first one I tell later, and I may have just ignored it except this second one was so loud that it caused me to go back and look at the first one.

And so, where I’m at is I’m sitting in a deck area of the house of my family, kind of an L-shaped house. And the part where I’m sitting in is kind of a covered, enclosed deck, and then from there you could see in through sliding glass doors or whatever. You could see the living room and then the house tends to veer off from there to maybe back bedrooms, and kitchen, and whatnot that are out of sight.

And it’s been raining a lot and suddenly, just right near where I am sitting, it starts to drip and it just drips really, really fast. And when I look up I can see the ceiling starting to separate, to heave, and I figure, oh boy, it’s really built up all kinds of water that has broken free, but it’s not relieving itself fast enough and the ceiling’s going to collapse.

And, like I say, from where I’m sitting I could see into the living room, and it’s in the living room that I see my brother and sister kind of playing as if nothing is wrong. I get the impression that it might even be starting to drip there, but they seem to be impervious to that.

And Dad, who had been around, has gone around the corner in this L-shaped house. I know he’s somewhere in the house, but I can’t see him. So I yell to him to come. No response. I say to him that, if there was ever a time he needed to come, it is now. The place is about to cave in. We need to flee now, we need to do something.

He never comes. I sit in a state of shock. My mother all of a sudden, I don’t know where she comes from but suddenly springs into action. She grabs rugs, like some of them are rolled up and whatnot, and she even takes the rolls and stands them on end and she throws rugs on top of those. She makes this huge pile where the water is dripping. And she says, that for our friends, our family, this is what you do until dad has time to fix it.

It seems the water that was pouring in a moment before is even subsiding to some degree and as I look at the rugs they do not appear to be getting all that wet. Still I can’t move from where I’m sitting. I am in a state of numb frozen-ness and shock, not knowing what to make out of the situation or what to do about it.

So that’s that dream, but it comes off of the following, the prior. And the prior scenario, even though I say that I woke up, I didn’t, I just woke up in a different level inside myself.

The prior scenario I go somewhere within that is so intense and austere that my focus inside of myself has gotten transfixed into a condition of sober seriousness. As I go through the sober seriousness, suddenly something snaps out of it, or I wake up or something, and I find myself in my sleep describing it as having been taken into five levels that go into a steadily deeper and deeper stupor.

I then added: and this was just the beginning. My sense was it got better, but I had no way of proving that so I stated this like this in kind of a melodramatic way. It seems that in describing this condition I realized I relieved myself of the sober intensity and the weight lifted.

I awoke from the zone and went into the prior dream. Now I never really woke up, in other words. I was still dreaming this whole time, and then this prior dream, the one I just told, started coming through that was so wild that I had to report both of them. All of this experience was part of the effect I experienced. I never actually woke up to describe this to others. I simply dreamed that I did this as the intensity lifted and, as I communicated this, the burden lifted.

Significance: what these two dreams have in common is that once the attention is gotten the intensity is relieved. The last dream indicates that the net effect result is a process that lends to doing something for our friends and family until the underlying problem is dealt with by the father.

In each dream I am like a reporter who is able to denote the issue energetically, but I am not able to do anything more. Somehow the denoting of this is important. I am not able to take the seeing state into an answer, however, on that level. I am like an elder child in that regard.

My mother can ameliorate the situation, so we get by. That is a big help. The trauma I sense subsides. My father can now deal with it in his own time now that we have figured out how to cope in the interim.

But when I take and I look at that in relationship to your dream, you could see that it has kind of a different sense about it. It has kind of a seeing sense that’s involved there. There’s no action. I’m kind of frozen. I mean, I don’t move from where I’m sitting when all of these rugs get piled up, and they get piled up so fast I’m actually surprised.

And, had I thought about it, I suppose I’d feel guilty that I didn’t help. How did my mother get all of these big heavy rugs all in the place where it was dripping? And then how come they’re not soaked up? And how come it doesn’t seem to be caving in anymore, or about to cave in, or whatever? How come that seems to have gotten us by in the interim?

In other words, it’s kind of like a seeing kind of reporting. And the feminine is portrayed as doing something in a cause and effect way. In other words, when something is stirred up the feminine comes into action, so the question that remains is, where’s the father in all of this?

Which is another octave of the masculine, right? Somehow the response has to come from somewhere like that. I mean, you’re exposing something about the masculine that is haywire as if it helps it get its attention. I’m reporting the problem so that something in terms of a care-taking can happen on the interim level, in the so-called outer, but all of it has to do with something haywire in terms of the scenario.

The one thing that’s checked out in your dream, or not there in mine, is the father, is the masculine in that sense. Isn’t that interesting? Golly knows what that all means. It’s sure stirring up a lot of goofy stuff.

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Connecting-with-True-SelfIn this dream, Jeane makes a stand against an injustice she feels strongly about and ends up in a chase dream trying to flee her pursuer. What’s interesting is to follow the relationship between the masculine and the feminine in this dream, because what is being shown is an injustice happening on the inner level, yet with the same familiarity of what happens between the genders in the physical world. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: In this last dream I go with a carload of family or friends, it feels like mostly women, to a small town. And we stop, and we look around, and we go in a building and it feels like this building is where there’s a lot of gambling going on.

And the owner and his cronies, they seem really nice but it’s actually kind of rigged like they kind of pull you into this really friendly place where people win and stuff, and then they take you over to their other building and it’s really to get people hooked on gambling – and they particularly do this to the Indian tribes that live nearby.

And I feel some need to expose what’s going on, so I start going around agitating and stirring things up a bit. And in that process I’m separated from the group I’m with and the man in charge starts to pursue me.

And I remember once I’m going down a long hallway that actually comes one way, and then it turns to the left, and all along this hallway are what look like phone stations where you have to reach up and pull down the phone. So I could call my friends, or try to get some help, but every time I pull one it’s only acting like a bell or an alarm. It won’t act like a phone like it’s supposed to.

So I just have to give up on that. Then I decide that one of the wisest places to hide is the guy that’s chasing me has a loft bed and, you know, loft beds are built such that when you’re up in them other people are down below and they can’t see you. So I go hide in his loft bed and he comes down below after awhile with his girlfriend.

And I feel like I’m going to make problems for him, so I fuss around so she becomes aware there’s someone else in his bed. Then I want to make a getaway, but my feet are a little tangled up and it takes me awhile. I almost get caught because I have trouble getting my feet out from under the covers.

Meanwhile, I’ve gotten his girlfriend mad at him and I use that as a distraction to kind of get a little more distance and hightail it, looking for my friends again. I thought maybe they’d gone to the first casino or building we were in and they’re not there. And again I’m looking for a place in town that feels safe, I think, and that was when my alarm went off and I woke up.

John: It’s kind of a complicated dream in which it’s the feminine’s way of disclosing a frustration that it feels, but doing it in a very courageous way. In other words, you can tell that around you life has gotten to the point where the innocence of things, like the indigenous tribes, is being contaminated by the influence and the power of the environment.

And that you, while you’re with your friends, are kind of in a state of amnesia to that, or just living incoherently to it, but as you break yourself free from that you find yourself taking on a righteous reaction.

That righteous reaction is like a type of reporting of the issue. Even though you are functioning in what looks like outer images, you’re actually complaining and reporting this issue in an inner-capacity way even though the living of it as a dream image is taking that vibration and putting images to it.

So what you’re doing is you do this in two ways. One is you have to get very sober and by yourself to contend with the fact that you consider this gambling indoctrination that is going on, which is sucking in the indigenous helplessly, is too much. It’s horrible.

And, in the same token, you recognize this to be kind of a masculine problem because you actually, in terms of doing what you did, you went to some inner depth of yourself, which was like going into an upper loft of a masculine setting or foundation. And so the masculine thinking that it has its way with things in life, you realize and recognize that in the loudness of your outrage you’re able to disturb that casual acquiescence on its part that it can do what it pleases.

And so in acting up, what you do is you are causing it to be exposed, in terms of its mannerisms, in terms of how it is affecting or treating creation. You cause it to be exposed. In other words, this is a type of reporting, this is a type of energetic, connective linkage kind of as a rising up from the outer towards the inner. That’s the vibrational flow. That’s the effect of the feminine.

It’s kind of like a rising up. It’s odd in that everything kind of goes to the inner but there’s the illusion, in terms of how to describe it, in terms of how it’s done. It almost seems like the effect upon the outer is such that you can take and, somehow or another, in a type of reaction, cause it to be noted, hold it accountable, not allow it to be swept under the rug, make it a loudness that the masculine, or the powers and controls of an imbalance, will find that it’s impossible to think that they can exist in a state of peace and calm acting like that.

So that’s an interesting way of registering a complaint. It’s a good one. It seems to work. It’s not like you have the answer, yourself, but you know how to register the complaint.

Jeane: Yes, I do.

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Lava_flow_Wallpaper_dwopxIn these images, John is shown the same perception Jeane had in her dreams from the same night (see A Cohesion of Energy), but from the perspective of the masculine nature trying to be attuned to the feminine nature. It also points to the concept that “the flow” is something we connect to from within – it’s not an external state. And being in that state connects us to the intentions of creation. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: It’s an interesting theme. It’s amazing. I had a hard time getting this dream because it was a very, very simple subject matter that one’s ignoring. One should see this straightaway, but I apparently have not been noticing it straightaway and, as a consequence, can have dreams that go around and around. And as long as you keep missing this one little key point, you just go in circles.

I know that I was in kind of a nice, deep state in my meditation and when I came out I had a dream, but then it went poof and I couldn’t remember anything. When I came to bed, suddenly as I’m starting to dream, the way I dream reflects back on something that occurred when I came out of the meditation.

In the meditation dream, all that I remember about it is that there is something about the way that I’m wrapping myself, how I’m attiring myself, that is shutting my perceptions down. And so what is going on is the net effect is keeping me out of touch with how I need to feel in a more composed way. In other words, I’m overly constrained with my being.

And so in the sleep, I drive out to an area where there’s a fairgrounds. In other words, it’s kind of at the end of a road where you and I have driven and all of a sudden the highway ends and the fairgrounds is there and there’s a dirt road that suddenly goes through the fairgrounds. This dirt road meanders up and over a hill and continues to go in the direction that we need to go.

And you say, “That is the way we need to go.” And I remember from long, long ago that we took this road once upon a time – I barely remember this – and it got us there, but it took forever. It was a big mistake because this is not the way to travel. It’s a lot longer than it appears. And from that experience I know that there has to be a better way to get to where we need to go.

The meaning of this is that there is a gap between my natural feminine knowing, and its instincts, and my sight. In other words, there’s a cohesion break – they are not working together like they should.

From my meditation dream I learned that the way I’m indulging is limiting the scope of my natural sight, and so when the sight is inhibited, what follows is also off because the feminine needs the clarity and vibrancy of the masculine sight to maintain her bearings in life. If this part of myself is repressed, I make decisions that drag the unfoldment process out. I am meant and need to be in touch with a more expedient sense of awareness and flow.

The deeper meaning is, to know that I have a problem with my seeing, instinctual insight, the instinctual insight being a feminine area, is brought to my attention so that I can see that I have to pull this together. I’m realizing that I’ve gotten disjointed and, when like this, I am carrying myself off, way off, away from this natural connection and design flow. The design is in the flow. And there is a natural flow when the masculine and feminine work together as a oneness.

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