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Paul Zizka

There are many reasons for us to be chased in a dream, but it’s always good to remember that we are all the characters in our dreams, so we are always chasing ourselves. If we can understand that, we may also understand that there isn’t anywhere to go. We may be able to delay or avoid something, but we haven’t gained anything, and we’ve much more likely lost out on a new potential that would have been created had we let ourselves be caught and a union made. Dreams are an interface where our inner life can speak to our outer life, and it often has useful advice. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: In my dream last night I’m taking and dealing with kind of a repeat. In other words, I’m trying to see, and identify, that which I am able to detect as being there, but cannot see. In other words, it’s like being able to notice something as a quality that isn’t all out front and in the open. This is a quality where you first of all have to be able to see something at a deeper depth inside of yourself that’s more in a stillness, or at least that’s how I feel that I have to do. And apparently I feel that I have to do this because I’ve been trying to do this for quite some time in a repeat way.

In other words, night after night I’m on this theme. I cannot seem to let it go. I apparently am convinced I can get to the bottom of this, or, in other words, get to something that’s behind it all. A part of me can’t seem to catch up with because of some mannerism, or modality, in one’s nature that keeps one from seeing it.

And so what’s been missing in something like this is a dream. And so the dream I had, in relationship to getting something like this to break through, involves me and another person and we’re searching. We’ve gone into this cabin, this mountain home or something, that’s way off the beaten track of things, and we’re not the owners of this place. We’re kind of like spies. We’ve snuck into this house.

This is a cabin that’s quite isolated. It’s not a place where anyone would go to as a destination. And it’s in the middle of the winter; weather outside is extremely cold. Actually, it’s next to a glacier; there is no civilization.

And so I’m spying, trying to figure something out, trying to get to the bottom of something, when in from the front door and that’s like kind of out the side, that’s an area that looks out to the back we’ll say, and in from the front door the owner has come back.

And so I and my friend, we have to leave immediately, and we don’t have time to dress appropriately for the weather conditions outside. In other words, we don’t belong in the house, and so to escape out the back, if one’s going to try to escape out the back, involves having to deal with this huge mountain – and ordinarily this wouldn’t be something that anyone would try.

Things are just extremely treacherous. Now if I had paused to think about what I was doing I would’ve realized that trying to escape like this is ridiculous, but, because the owner came back the adrenaline kicked in and was pushing me to step out of my comfort zone. Not only was I warm, based upon something that kicked in like adrenaline, or kundalini energy, or whatever you’d call it, but also I would’ve never been able to even think of tackling this mountain, yet here I was going up effortless scaling this. And if I had thought about it I wouldn’t have even tried, and yet somehow I was climbing it. Even though I knew that one slip and it would be curtains, I didn’t pay any attention to that. I was warm, and I was scaling it. I didn’t give it a thought as to where that was going to take me.

And, as I’m scaling this, I keep doing this. I don’t stop. I mean even if for a split second I might actually pause to realize that this is ridiculous, but I also can tell that the owner of this cabin has to know that he disturbed intruders, and he could easily take a high-powered rifle and, until I get to a particular point, I’m within rifle range.

But this doesn’t happen. Apparently the owner has reached the conclusion: why bother? I mean, where am I going? The conditions in this atmosphere will take care of everything in due time.

So, to truly let go is to access an inner guidance which carries a person into the impossible and surreal. This is a place within that a person would not find, or go to, ordinarily, if they thought about things, or took into account the outer appearances.

What I am doing is breaking through a veil that everyone knows is a hopeless situation, or an unacceptable situation, and I should know this as well that it’s hopeless and unacceptable, but I do not. I don’t know because I lack the full picture, but carry instead an adrenaline-charged energetic focus and attention that’s able to persevere.

In other words, if you hold a certain energetic space inside, you can get through anything. You can slice through whatever is there because it all has a meaning, and a reason, and a purpose; even if it is bizarre, it serves a purpose.

So what the dream is kind of saying, so to speak, or suggesting or implying, first of all, I shouldn’t have been able to do what I was doing. I shouldn’t have been able to race outside without the proper clothes on and not immediately get cold. And I shouldn’t have been able to even begin to scale this mountain, yet I was doing that. So it is from a passionate adamancy that a breakthrough is possible.

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2-brainIt is a curious thing, and a fantastic thing, that there is always more to life, and there is always more to us. No matter how far we go, or what heights we attain, we have always just reached a new plateau from which we can go farther still. In this way, our systems and the universe await us, always ready to give us the next thing, the next development, the next elevation. We are always unfinished – also a good thing – so our systems are always trying to awaken us to what is newly possible. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: So, to try to break it down, I get it in bits and pieces, little bites. This starts off with the dream in which I’m standing along the sidelines of a play field. It’s like a baseball field, and these teams are kind of like klutzes out there, as far as I could tell. In fact, it bugs me to watch how sloppy they are.

And so I end up shouting things out because, my gosh, this is absurd. And so it’s as if, in a break in the action, one of the players he’s a very, very tall, kind of big guy, that I’ve never seen before comes over to where I’m at because of my reaction.

I proceed to stay in the reaction, and I’m telling him what I think, and he won’t listen. He just immediately interrupts me by saying that there is nothing I can do about it, and that he could easily give me an elbow and no one would pay any attention. And that I should keep this to myself.

I realize that if he hadn’t interrupted me, and drowned out what I was trying to say, and had just merely responded in relationship to the energy that was being kicked out, it could have been a bad scene.

And so what was this like? Here I am reacting, and yet what was this baseball team really like, because in the next image I see the two teams as they are each leaving the field, first one and then the other. The first team has those Dumbledore hats, kind of lumpy looking, goofy, hats as they move off. And then the other is wearing kind of what you would see in a carnival, you know like a huckster in a carnival, kind of a round hat. And that’s when I realized that there’s nothing I could say under these circumstances that’s going to make any sense, which means that I just have to drop all this is what it amounts to.

See, what this dream is really talking about is the holding onto a type of mood or a tone that keeps one from pulling together all of the pieces, and components, that need to be pulled together in order for there to be this whole other consciousness.

And so then in the next one there is a teacher who is going to instruct a class on how to listen to sound. And he hasn’t started yet, and decides to go to the bathroom. There’s like probably eight or nine people in there. I get the sense that it’s going to start maybe as the precursor of maybe putting your fingers in your ears, and then it’s going to evolve into something where you could see light with your eyes closed.

But when he leaves, a kid jumps up and he says, well, I can do that. And so he comes to the front and then tells everybody to put their fingers in their ears and everything, and when the teacher returns there’s everybody copying the kid.

And then, on another occasion, it’s like I’m upstairs in a building, in other words, by upstairs meaning there’s steps that you go down to the entrance and it opens up; when you come up the steps it opens up into kind of like a bigger area. And, normally, there are students there, and students of this other teacher. And they’ve kind of moved off to one side because something is to happen, and that something doesn’t directly involve them.

And so the teacher is to come, and so rather than wait I start down the steps, going to greet the teacher; it’s a woman teacher. It’s like Elvira. Do you remember Elvira?

And so I come about halfway down, as she comes in, and what’s involved is we’re to go up the steps and then I’m to play her a game of chess. Now, I haven’t played chess for years, so this could be a little absurd and ridiculous. But that’s what’s involved, and as we’re about to sit down one of the students comes from somewhere off to one side and hands me this large book, that’s about six inches or something thick. And so I glance in it quickly and it has dates, and names, and some interesting drawings of something to be, but I don’t know why it was handed to me. It makes no sense to me.

The meaning of this is that last night there are image after image reflecting to a deeper, unknown, subtle beingness within, along with a subtle connectivity simultaneously imbedded. What is going on in each image is this subtle beingness, that is in an amnesic state and is not able to make itself aware to me, is moving around nevertheless. And this is awkward, and I can’t really handle it, because I’m not able to pull it through so it’s like causing a headache.

And then, when you look at the meditation dream, I learn that this has to do with a psyche, and a natural connection therein, that I am not taking on yet. It has been veiled, and this subtle vibration, which I haven’t been experiencing consciously, is seeking to make itself known.

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ConnnIt is useful to remember that we are all the characters in our dreams. Here we have a good example, where the dreamer sees himself, at his current age, being bothered by a younger man (another him) who is yelling, but can’t be “heard” by the person he’s looking for. This is an internal communication, and we can see this because they have a natural connection – they like each other – but that still doesn’t mean the communication is smooth. What is being pointed to is, sometimes we can’t hear, and sometimes we are too busy talking, too busy in ourselves, to allow the connection to be made. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: And so then I have to work this out, because what we’re talking about, in your case, was a focus and attention that actually helped create a type of alignment. In my particular case, if you were to call this a focus and attention, it would be a focus and attention that’s so linear that it’s momentous-ized too waywardly, doesn’t have a lilt, or a quality, of letting things sift.

In my sleep dream, I’m sleeping in a room that I share, it’s kind of like a dorm room, although this is adults, they’re not students. And I don’t know how I got to be there. And then there’s like maybe one or two other people that sleep in the room, and there’s a sequence of rooms, and then there are other rooms where other guys hang out. I don’t know how many guys there are even.

And so a person has come into my room, whether he was looking for one of my roommates, and even my roommate is down the hall or something, way out of the way, but he’s in my room and he’s yelling loudly to make himself heard down the hallway – in my room – while I’m trying to sleep. And yet he is ignoring all of that as he’s intent on communicating from afar.

And so, in my grogginess of being asleep, I say to him, “Why don’t you go down there, he can’t hear you.” Just like the guy can’t hear him, even though he’s yelling in my room, which is not quite the truth but it’s like kind of reverse psychology.

So he leaves the room. And so when I get up, and before I’m able to leave the room, suddenly, by the door there’s this guy standing there, and I’m in the dream maybe my usual age, about 65, and I don’t know who he is. He’s a nice looking guy. I mean he’s got a lot of energy. He’s probably about 40 years old, 6’ 3”, 6’ 4”, a lot of verve, kind of in the prime of his life, and there he is. So I extend out my hand and shake his hand, and he’s got a firm handshake, and introduce myself. And he says something about liking my style, or something like that, but I mean there’s more to it than him just saying that. And so I ask, “Are you the guy that was yelling?” And he concurs and says, “Sometimes you just need to let it be.”

In other words, it was what it was. And then what happened, in the dream, is the epitome of the magnified energy: there was communication going on, didn’t need anything more needed to be said, you know he knew what he did, I knew what he did, everything was okay. I actually like the guy, he actually liked me.

But, in the dream, I continued, and I said something to the effect like, yeah, he could smash me in two seconds. And anything and everything else that I might have said just pulled the energy down, and demagnetized the thing, and created a confusion. When instead that was right at a nice point. The inflections were the inflections in a quietness that didn’t need anymore.

Or, as I said next, I keep talking, saying he could drop me in two seconds if this is what he wanted to do, and so on and so on. And everything that I kept to and kept diffusing a connective insightfulness that was just naturally there. Deep down we both liked each other, and were linked, and respected each other, and therein lied the clarity in terms of the greater unspoken wholeness.

So what is the theme? Both the meditation dream and sleep dream are about maintaining an inner energetic vibratory that communicates connectivity in a respectful, relatable, and likable way. I mean it does that, you know, because it’s holding onto a magnetism. And you hold onto that magnetism as an aspect of self-forgiveness, actually. It’s like if you don’t hold onto the magnetism, can’t make a decision, there’s a self-consciousness which isn’t quite self-forgiving properly, or holding your own something.

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