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It can seem amazing sometimes the things we don’t notice about life. Things like: when we start something new, we always feel a bit of fear or nervousness; or, new situations always require a period of adjustment before we feel settled and comfortable. The point being, when we aren’t conscious of these processes we can feel even more nervous or anxious, but, if we understand that it is a natural process, we will know where we are in that process, and also understand that it will pass in time. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: In the next dream I seem to be in a house where there’s a transition going on, also, but it’s all daylight, whereas the other dream was all in darkness. Also it feels like it has some elements of my family house. And my mother’s around because I know one time I go in to do laundry and I find that she’s started to do my laundry, and I’m a little disturbed because I feel like I should do my own laundry. That makes it a little harder to find something I want – if she’s doing it. 

At other times I have these young high school girls that come over. And, when they come in, it feels like they have to climb into the rooms in odd ways, like come up a ladder, or come into the room from an odd angle where there isn’t a complete stairway yet. That sort of thing. 

And one of them is concerned because she’s been out on a date, and the guy hasn’t even made a pass at her, so she likes him and doesn’t know how he feels. And I’m telling her that maybe she just needs to actually say something to him and find out if he’s being overly polite, or is he just not interested? So she knows.

The other gal, whom I seem a little closer to, I’m trying to get her oriented to where things are in the house, and even what room she can stay in. But the house still seems to be in a little disarray, like it’s not completely formed the way it will be when it’s set up right.

John: So your way of trying to establish something so that it is copacetic, and getting it so that it has a sense, and feel, and relatability that’s copacetic, is an action that is done in the in-breath of spaciousness. 

So the environment that you find yourself in isn’t set up right, it doesn’t relate right. And so all that this dream is trying to do is to trip your fancy into the curiosity of having to probe more deeply, because it’s now time to catch up with the spaciousness that exists in an empty space – outside of the modality in which one comes to perceive themselves. 

So all of it was pointing to the spaciousness but the last part, meaning, and pointing out, that it hasn’t been discovered yet. But that’s how something starts when something is meant to break through and come into a consciousness, first there is the sense of its existence. And then from the sense of its existence comes the discovery of it, of more and more about it, coming through into a sense of one’s being more, and more, and more.

And it’s interesting that this is coming through, in terms of how we are, and we’re doing it with the dreams.

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edw1Here is another example where the relationship of the dreamer to his surroundings shows what it’s like to be out-of-sorts in life. We’ve all experienced it, yet there’s also a better way to flow. And that requires that we pay more attention to our listening center, which is the intuitive aspect of our system that can steer us through the maze of life – because it has a much better sense of the overall than our brain does. As we let it guide us more and more, its signals to us will become more obvious. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: That dream that you dreamt corresponds to kind of my last dream. I mean I have the building blocks of the listening center.

In this dream, I’ve gotten up from my meditation and I’m going to a hall where the teacher is going to speak, and I can tell there are others who have gotten up and are behind me. They are part of the setup, you know, getting things in order, so they go in early before they allow in all of the attendees.

And so I’m walking up front and I have this large quilt that I had used in my meditation, that’s multicolored, and I’ve got that wrapped around me. I never look around to see them. I can hear them talking behind me and, somehow or another, I can inflect where they’re going, and they’re just kind of following me. And I walk all the way to where there’s the side door that goes in for those that are doing some sort of setup service.

I walk in, and the first thing I do is I realize that I have to pull my pants up. The pants are hanging down, and so I set the multicolored quilt down. And apparently others came in with their accoutrements, and some of them are piled here and piled there, some are dirty clothes, and some are other blankets, but nothing as interesting as my multicolored blanket.

And by the time I get my pants up and I’m prepared to try to do something else, I look around and it’s gone. Somebody picked it up or something, found it more interesting and high-graded to the multicolored quilt. And so I’m disturbed by trying to figure out, and at the same time I’m walking around in kind of a whole other zone.

And in this zone, I’m trying to figure out a formula, like sacred mathematics or something, and in terms of understanding what’s transpiring like that I know that the multiplier for gold is 0.0133. That’s helping to explain something that’s unfolding, and I forget what the formula for silver is.

Well, anyway, this being thrown around by not finding this quilt, by the time I walk into the hall it’s as if the general attendance doors have been opened and that whole front area is full. And then there’s kind of an east/west aisle that runs down through the back one-third of the hall, and then you have a front row there, and I found a seat in the middle of that.

And I’m still in a daze, because I’m still affected by this kind of shifted state that I seem to be walking around in. And it’s about that time that I remember that, as I woke up, even as I was awake I was laying there and I was almost able to tune into the words that were coming in a musical thing that was going through me, that I seem to be hearing from within, but could not quite make out what that was. And it makes sense to me that I would kind of forget that because that’s another abnormal state of attunement.

So what is going on is I am in a vibrational state affected by what seems to be more than I am able to handle. I’m not integrating it well as I’m moving about. In other words, all of this stuff is not something that you have in relationship to life around you. So as I move about, the choices I make are actually kind of causing this to dissipate in a way, but as it dissipates I see myself as even more disassociated from everything and everybody else.

But I’m okay, you know. I mean I can find my seat, I can do this, I can do that, things open up so that I can come in the side door, you know, nobody’s putting any heebie jeebies on me. In other words, I can see myself in a condition that can come and go as I wish. It’s just separate from others, as if I’m in some sort of invisible-like trance, invisible in relationship to relatability.

The meaning is, is this dream is taking me to an extreme, imbalanced in its way, as I was, and now I’m learning to hold an auric space and going to another extreme in which there isn’t the intertwining now.

So I’m on this other level with myself, not having an effect upon those around me. I go about in this energetic way that’s open for me where I go. In other words, it’s a natural unshared knowingness. I hear what I hear, and I proceed as if in the cocoon. As I look about me, I notice that I am all alone in that regard.

The reasons for bringing this to my attention is to point out that my inner awareness may be quiet, but it is most quickened in an auric sense, but it’s un-relatable. What I make out of this is, in touching the world around me I am not aware just how it is that I am meant to be. Losing a multicolored quilt I wrap myself in has me bewildered. In other words, it’s as if I lost a continuity there. I’m not adjusting in the outer.

How to come out, and what I can say, and where, is a mystery yet for me. The intoxicating state of inner listening is still being sorted out. I do not know where I fit in as an aspect of beingness. This is like having the condition of being in some sort of other sideness of one’s self to such a degree that you forget how to intertwine naturally.

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