Over the last few days, I have become increasingly concerned for Israel. Not in the sense of the outcome of war, rather in the sense of the karma it is sowing for itself to be harvested in the decades and centuries to come. Netanyahu may want regime change in Tehran; it could happen in Tel Aviv too. The pot perennially calls the kettle black. Internal unrest is a bigger risk than any external threat.
There are a lot of loud threats and bellicose rhetoric abounds these days. Putin and Xi are probably enjoying Fox news and Herr Shouty.
The Tibetan / monastic themed dreams of early May have given way to health and history dreams. There is a recurring technology science ideas theme. For whatever reason people from my now distant London UK past keep cropping up. I don’t feel, from my perspective, any emotional detritus attached. I have no axe to grind. My working notion is that there is some weird unresolved karma there and among them. From time to time, I get “Toltec flavour” dreams which is not surprising given the effort and time I dedicated thereto. There is nothing I can or may do with the science dreams other than to note them and then park them.
The Buddhism themed dreams fading suggests that it may currently be a nonstarter, a path in the wood which peters out, a run through. They came around Vesak and may return next year.
It seems to me entirely natural, given my health situation, that I am having health dreams. My working notion here is that my poor health is a reminder not to be so keen on reincarnating.
“Look it hurts! Don’t bother doing it again.”
What is and has been very noticeable is the relative absence of French themed dreams. We have lived here six years and aside from a few Macron dreams and a couple of a local lucid dreamer; there have been very few. The interaction here has been largely detached and non-personal. There is no “entanglement” so no need for dreams.
My horizons are dependent upon if I can get operated upon and what may or may not happen during and after. If the answer is no, then that idea can be parked, we can move on and we need to figure out how to live. At the moment it hangs. If the answer is yes then the process starts and will dominate for months.
The world can erupt and I will be here recuperating {hopefully}.
What happens with the irate and the bellicose may impact here. The fuel prices will rise. Provided it does not go global-ballistic, life here will go on.
I may have a new “lease” of life post-operation, I may not. What that might look like I have no idea.
The world “out there” seems far away. It does not seem happy. It is divided and people point stiletto fingers at each other.
“It is OK for us to bomb the fuck out of you but don’t you dare bomb us back you terrorist bastards!!”
This seems to be the current logic, the PR gist.
That is the hymn sheet for us all to sing from…
Outside it is sunny and the lotuses are starting to open in the morning sun…soon there will be a nice display. The Hirondelles must fledge soon. We can then power wash the guano under the nest…
Dreamyoga 