Toadies – Zuckerberg – AI-Bot -UK – Pianist – Dream 31-08-2025

Here are last night’s dream segments. The first is USA based, the second UK. There was also a middle segment which I cannot recall.

The dream starts at some massive technology show / event with booths and plenaries. It is in the extended San Francisco Bay conurbation. The event is symptomatic of the location. I am with the “team” of Mark Zuckerberg. I have been summoned because he wants to talk to me about some of my ideas. For now I am simply among the swathe of toadies and sycophants who are following him through the event. The crowd parts as the swathe moves through the event. The young toadies, all “bright young things” are on the one hand obeying his request about me and, on the other, making sure that he does not get to talk with me. They are hype-merchants. They are almost aggressive to me because I am a fossil, a dinosaur, ancient history. They think that it “I” am a fad and that “Mark” will move past.

He stops at a big booth in which there are AI-Bots. These are roughly the size of a small human fist and work on a magnetic levitation principle.  They are a form of swarm survey bot sent out to analyse in groups. The method by which the bots are held together looks unusual because it is a field rather than a direct physical connection which holds some of the components together. He talks with the founders. The swathe moves on.

I stay behind and examine one of the bots. I am locked into the exhibition hall overnight. The next day Zuckerberg revisits. On a table covered with a white linen table cloth I have opened up, reverse engineered,  one for the bots for him to see. There are some superconducting core elements at the hearts of the bot. The toadies are not happy with me. They emanate this discontent.

I wake up and go back to sleep. There is an extensive part of dream maintaining to nature, trees and gardening.

The next scene opens up with me attending an event at a UK village/town hall community centre. The event is sizeable around several hundred people. As we enter, I can see a large grand piano. I am perhaps to play for them. I am sat at a table with others and have to endure a meal and soporific speeches about local politics. Yawn.

I go to the bathroom. To avoid the dessert I go to sit at the piano. It has shrunken into an electric keyboard. I know that the state of the piano-keyboard is symbolic of the minds of the participants. I start to test the keys out with no current on to check the feel.

The event continues. There is a short hiatus in the speeches and I can have a brief play for my warm up. The keyboard has shrunken even further so that it resembles a toy. I start to test the keys and the noise coming out is significant. The entire keyboard goes into a state of loud resonance. One of the organisers comes over and picks up the keyboard to stop the resonance. When it has calmed down. He replaces it. The time has come for me to play the keyboard. I cannot do this without the keyboard going into a freak-out overload resonance. It is clear that I am not meant to play for the audience because they, their minds, cannot hack it.

The dream ends

So what is the Plan?

No specific dreams overnight. I have started painting the end of the room near the log burner. The winter wood situation is now ready and good to go until February. There are a few items left on the checklist.

It seems to me that as I enter my 62nd  year tonight around midnight there is not a lot of change foreseen.

There are a number of medical things upcoming. The wife may / may not stop the lenalidomide maintenance therapy for her multiple myeloma and will soon get back the post breast cancer genetic screening tests. The treatment of myeloma is evolving and the epidemiology complicated by diverse treatment protocols and disease presentation. It seems that the better the initial depth of success with first line treatment the greater the disease free longevity. Studies on stopping lenalidomide maintenance are sparse and of low number participation. Drawing reliable conclusions is tricky. In France they tend to stick to agreed {collective} protocols so we will soon find out if that has changed since the last visit to the haematologist.

It seems to me that a fair proportion of the tests that I have undergone will be let slip “laisser-tomber”. I have a repeat prostate specific antigen test upcoming. Any increase in  number will trigger another MRI and possible biopsy. I need a dental infection all clear before the scheduled hip operation. In the pipeline is a cardio ECG stress test. Assuming all is OK I should sliced and drilled in autumn with round two pencilled in for spring next year. After that I will complete my job application at the Bolshoi. I may start treatment for osteoporosis. The French budget deficit is big maybe they need to spend less on some aspects of healthcare. I will have to do physiotherapy.

We could get a nationalist anti-immigration government which will cast a cloud over our right to stay in Brittany. We could be booted out if they raise the financial threshold for residency.

Being positive we might hope for no recurrence of myeloma symptoms and some enhanced mobility for me for summer ’26. We do need to downsize house. The window of opportunity is before the second hip operation or after it. We have a short visit to blighty booked during which we wish to find out how the UK now feels. From the news here and on UK TV it looks to have gone somewhat down the shitter since we left. We need to see for ourselves. The expectation is that it will be cramped and expensive. The wife managed to grow cavolo nero so we sourced one of the things we missed.  At £4 a coffee for an Americano it could be painful.

Irrespective of the dream content which tends towards the highfalutin, life here will probably carry on much as normal. The lack of mobility will increase over the next few months. The circles I move in are very unlikely to change. I will not be at the fromagerie meeting with big cheeses any time soon. Some people my age are still pursuing high-octane careers and being all stressed out and busy. I have been “retired” for five years and am miles from the greasy pole hamster wheel. It was another world.

Unless anyone is reading the blog in a surreptitious manner, what I type here is read by only a small handful of individuals. If people are snooping and want to get in contact, how might they broach the subject? People do not often think things through.

Of late we have watched a number of Netflix series and in all of these smartphones and social media play a significant part in the plot, the so-called story line. It is another alien world to me. Weird to see text messages as part of a film plot!! We look at a ‘phone on a bigger screen. Seems a bit desperate. And they say Fentanyl is bad.

I guess I have reached the part of life when I have turned into my father, at odds with the current version of modern life. Maybe I’ll start harping after Bing Crosby next. I already think people need to shave and get a haircut…pull their trousers up.

The plan then is to increasingly turn to DIY as the autumn rains arrive. Our pampas grass has just grown fluffy bits, as usual in time for the Atlantic winds to blow in from the wet West. There are some more jobs in the garden but soon the bulk growing will slow.

We have to navigate the medical merry-go-round and that is about all on the dance card so to speak. Aside from the blighty trip it is unlikely we will leave our prefecture.

The plan is not overly complicated…

Omissions in the Blue Books Opus

If you have swung by the blog from time to time you will be aware that I have read what I call the Blue Books opus written by Alice Bailey and Djwhal Kuhl. The idea being that the transfer of content was by some form of telepathic mind-dump from Kuhl. You may also be aware that I comment of self-diagnosed omniscience suggesting that such a diagnosis is at best premature. I am pretty sure that many a “scientist” imagines that there is not a lot beyond his or her ken. And anything which is, is probably made up shit so not real. Most physical scientists, me included, can get a gist-grasp of the standard model of cosmogenesis. Few would accept that it is possible to talk with the Korrigans down by the river. Were I to claim such a thing then I must adopt my Whacko McNutjob persona. For some, things “beyond ken” is a DNC, a does not compute, it can mean imaginary or fantasy.

Not everyone has a closed mind.

In the opus Kuhl suggests that during initiation the matter of the physical vehicle for the incarnated being is adjusted by the application of a wand or rod of initiation. The detail provided is sketchy  and the nature of the forces involved ill explained. In order for the indwelling consciousness to evolve the vehicle needs a kind of upgrade to enable. This suggests that lifetime after lifetime for an initiate the vehicle need to be boosted and upgraded. A third degree initiate must therefore suffer or receive the first and second upgrades before the third, each life time. This is implied but not specified.

The opus discusses little about what happens when the incarnating Jiva is not in meat. He does not dwell on the intermediate or Arupa formless state. He says that many of the masters have no need of form so they “exist” without form {for aeons}. Philosophically it is interesting to note that the entire notion of physical time implies matter. Is immaterial time different, can it too be measured with an atomic clock? The implications is that time out of meat is “longer” than time in meat, measured in planet  earth days.

What are the discarnate rules? Who is in charge? What happens, what occurs? What does one experience?

Kuhl is very scant on the abilities of initiates and masters for perhaps a number of motives. One of these being the problems caused by over active imaginations and another being that he does not want to show off or list. Similarly he touches on the abilities of the dark adepts but does not formally discuss the black ritual magic they apply. In a global clarity based view there is no need for specific clarity details unless to convey a particular thought form with example. He also does not want dangerous knowledge falling into the wrong hands.

He mentions the Sanat Kumara in whose thought form, the planet Earth, those of us who are as yet  meaty, abide. The scope of a being  able to envision a planetary scale must be vast. Way bigger than a white bearded dude on a cloud with his tackle hanging out. Such a notion must be by definition beyond a human ken. The dream of the Sanat Kumara is the dream in which we live and have our being.

If it is beyond your ken does that mean that it cannot be real?

The implication being that if you are messing with a Sanat Kumara, you are considerably out of your depth and “he” could enact something of a global or plate tectonic scale. The Richter scale would not have sufficient dynamic range. We have seen the impact of a “minor” tsunami at Fukushima. A subducting plate could easily produce large amplitude motions.

Without six sigma proof many would deny that such a being as a Sanat Kumara exists.

One of the main things that Kuhl omits is the growing human obsession with this notion of proof. Philosophically it is clear to see that in an absence of theorem proof does not exist. Therefore proof is an entirely mental construct. A construct which is manufactured by humans and therefore as equally impermanent as they are.

The world Kuhl describes in his work with Bailey is a pre-1960s world. That world has change vastly. There has probably been more change in the last 65 years than perhaps in the millennium before. Whatever he discussed was based upon the scope of human knowledge then. It has changed since. The arrival of Zoom and Teams has rendered the need for telepathic communication obsolete.

Humans have always been arrogant about how much they know. Generation after generation that confidence in the completeness of their own knowledge has been seen to be ill-founded. Kuhl does not speculate in detail how things might change in the sixty odd years after his opus. He does speculate on the nature of reincarnation and the externalisation of the so-called hierarchy. His blueprint is a best guess snapshot for how things were then. It is accurate to say that things have changed. Some truths however are immutable.

The work, the opus, is comprehensive. To my mind, the mind that could hold and verbalise that has to have scope and prowess, an intellect of considerable capacity.

The Toad Diaspora

The annual toad diaspora has begun. It is a part of the cycle of life here on the compound. Each January and February both toads and frogs gather in the pond for reproduction. They turn up, shag like loonies, and are gone in less than a fortnight.

The top count walking around the pond has been something in excess of 100 individuals. There are more toads than frogs. There are more amphibians which I cannot see from the bank. At a conversion rate of 10 legged new born individuals per toad that means ~1000 micro-toads to migrate away in search of their own territory. It could be ten or a hundred times more. I assume they have a migratory diaspora which radiates outwards from the pond centre.

They are small enough to get through the ventilation gaps in the double glazed window-doors. Whenever it rains the little blighters are on the move. The total of toad humane removal events so far is around ten. We have to beat the cat. If you don’t save them, they desiccate. Generally the migration tails off towards the end of September. It depends upon the rain.

Now we are on toad watch….

Seven Shots – Père-Lachaise – Soul Talking – Dream 29-08-2025

Here is last night’s dream.

The dream starts with a view of me in a large bathtub. The bathtub is built-in and I can see the back of my head with arms and shoulders out of the water supporting me. The lighting is partial. It is night time and reminiscent of the death scene for Jim Morrison in the Doors film. There is an eerie silence. I can hear the breathing of the person through whom I am seeing the scene. I can feel his emotions. He is excited but livid and vengeful. He is bilious and hateful and wants very badly to kill me. He is dark and imbued with darkness. I know his “vibration” and the cloying energy he emanates. He sneaks closer. Using a handgun with silencer he fires five shots into the back of my head. I hear the sounds of a gun fitted with a suppressor. The head does not explode but jolts with each shot. He moves round to the front. Where I can see my face, through his eyes. He fires two more shots directly into my Ajna centre. I hear the sounds. The gun arm now lowers in his right hand. He is partially spent.

The scene changes to Père-Lachaise cemetery and to Jim Morrison’s grave bedecked in graffiti.

The scene changes to an isolated black room in which there is a stand alone white enamel old-school bath tub. It has a weak overhead light and is alone in the vast room. There is nothing else. I am completely naked in the bath tub and it has warm clear water. From inside the tub I can hear footsteps approaching. Someone is trying and failing to be quiet. The steps echo. They approach from behind and I can now hear their breath which also smells faintly of red wine. I feel the impact in the back of the head as they shoot me five times from close range with a silenced hand gun.

The person now comes round to the front of the bath and points the handgun at my forehead. I see the muzzle discharge flash as he fires twice into my Ajna centre. He is not looking into my eyes as he does this. When he is finished. I catch his eyes and hold them in my gaze. I stare deep into the recesses of his Soul. He is transfixed by my gaze. Slowly I get out of the water standing up stark naked and dripping wet. I hold his gaze and he cannot break it. I go over to a newly appeared towel rack and select a large white towel which I wrap around my waist. I leave the room. The assassin is left standing rooted to the spot looking dumbfounded at an empty bath.

The scene changes and I am in a busy university like environment with lots of young people going about their business. I am on a raised level with cafeterias and function rooms. In one there is an exhibition of art and performance art. I have put up a poster display about dreams and dreaming. A young gay Japanese man comes to my poster and we get chatting. He is a well-known avantgarde artist and is a part of the organising / judging committee for the event. He offers me a coffee and we go to get one. He is fascinated about dreams and would like to tell me his. We go back.

A woman with entourage is doing the rounds. She is leading the judging. She says that my effort is not flamboyant enough. I explain  to her that flamboyance is often an indicator of triviality and superficiality a mark of showing off from a personality level. There is glamour and show. I say that in dreaming for certain individuals the Soul speaks directly and can only he heard by the ready. I say that the whisper of the Soul in not for the crass. She seems offended yet partially drawn in, bewitched even. She wants to hear her own Soul it would be good for her art. She asks me to tell her more.

We leave the building which is now the V&A museum out onto Exhibition Road. I explain  to her as we walk  that there is a subset of dreams called Soul dreams which are dramatizations of the Soul directly. These dreams are our Soular essence our true core of being. It is wise to accept and embrace such dreams.

The dream ends and I go for a loo break it is 6AM…

Diplomatic Close Protection – Canal Boat – Base – Dream 28-08-2025

Here is this morning’s dream from around 6AM.

The dream opens in a canal boat rental office in, specifically, Altrincham. I am with my wife and two young women, late twenties early thirties. They are both armed with automatic pistols in Velcro holsters at waist level on the back. The weapons are Glock like. One of the women is right handed and the other left handed from the way the guns are situated for draw. They are wearing discrete Kevlar body armour  and have “security” communications earpieces. They are dressed in dark trousers and quasi-military shirts. They feel special forces like. One I know to be a lesbian and she is the senior. They work in diplomatic close protection and I am their charge. They are clearly physically fit and agile. They are alert. The idea being for us to hire a canal boat and head via the network to North Yorkshire because I will be off radar and there is little traffic now off season.

There are two women working in the canal boat office. They are wearing earphone microphone headpieces. The one I am talking with has frizzy poorly coloured bleach blonde hair. She is a bit giggly, flirty and fawning because she has seen me on the TV and recognises me from the news. I explain that we need a good comfortable canal boat for several weeks with satellite Wi-Fi. She shows us a catalogue and one of the protection agents selects a top model and says they will cover the bill. The women is told to remain quiet about what happened. She hands me the keys.

We make our way down to canal boat dock and are joined by the wife’s brother. He is taking it all in his stride and asks to drive the longboat. We set off with him at the wheel.

Nearby a residence / base has been set up and hired. It is a modern country property with two outdoor walled terraces which have awnings and heating. There is no line of sight to these terraces. The property also has a helipad. They are setting up the outdoor terrace for meetings / debriefs. I can see that there is a subtle security perimeter being put in place. The drive to the house from a country road is roughly half a kilometre. This property will be semi-permanent after the canal foray. People can visit me there unobtrusively.

Back in the canal boat we negotiate a shallow section. I can see in the reeds partially stranded a large predator salmon like fish {query Zander on writing}. I see this and think that I will be able to do canal fishing. We pull up to a mooring near a country pub. The wife’s brother goes over to a black SUV parked near a five bar wooden country gate to pick up fishing rods from extra “security” who have been shadowing the five of us. He rejoins the boat. The wife and I are in the galley and I am starting to prepare food for all of us.

The boat reaches a series of mounting locks. I joke to my brother in law that we had better look at the manual because the lock gates loom massive. We need to learn how to fill the lower portion of the lock.

The dream ends.

Death by Committee

Memorandum

The Committee for Due and Careful Consideration

has concluded that, after much,

due and careful consideration

there is a need for some more committee work

in order to reach consensus and include all stakeholder views

Henceforth, the Committee for Tentative Bold Decisions

will be disbanded and replaced by the following:

The Committee for Developing the Procrastinory Arts

which will be under the umbrella of

the Division of Continuous Development

and manged by sub tier Obfuscation and Delay

special focus group Application of Classical Hellenic Drama in Committee Work

The Committee for Exploration of Justificatory Practice

(as applied to the abeyance of decision making).

It will be chaired by Sir John Certainty

formerly of Ladbrokes and now

Parliamentary Under Secretary for the Department of Prevarication

The Committee for Extensive Self Congratulation

(a sub committee of the Remunerations and Rewards Division)

This will be chaired by Dame Patricia O’ Bac

formerly of the European Union Centre for Administrative Acceleration

and part time adviser to Greenpeace on Sustainable Bureaucracy (paper)

The Committee for Dogmatic Adherence to Due Process

(a sub committee of Regulatory Affairs)

This will be chaired by Rick Parfitt of Status Quo fame

his portfolio will focus on the inclusion of the work

of the above committees into the institutional Dogma Manual / User Guide

The Committee for Considering the Risk of Risk Mitigation Strategies

(a sub committee of Corporate Contingency Planning and Risk Contingency)

This will be chaired by the entire Committee for Strategic Oversight

and include representatives from all member states

with each having a veto to ensure complete inclusion

The Committee for Employee Well Being and Vacations

(a cross functional committee between Human Resources and Remuneration)

Sir Thomas Cook and Sir Richard Branson will co-chair.

The Committee for Dogmatic Adherence to Due Process

has already received their disclosures with respect to conflict of interest

The Committee for Generating New Committees

(This is envisaged as a “blue skies” think tank)

The Director General European Commissary Affairs will chair.

He will be the new committee generating Tzar

Price Waterhouse Coopers will audit expenditure

The Committee for Due and Careful Consideration

would like to thank The Committee for Tentative Bold Decisions

for all their hard work over the decades.

It hopes they enjoy the private box at The Royal Opera House

and wishes them well for all their Christmases in Barbados. 

 Memorandum Ends

 ….



What Do You Notice?

Depending upon our experiences, orientation and degree of self-absorption what we notice may differ. How we assimilate it can differ too. The wife has a different approach from me which means we can find things the other cannot, CDs and keys being an example. I can be detail blind. Working together is more comprehensive.

This morning the nurse noted that I was limping, waddling like a duck. As a part of her profession she notes things like this. I have noted of late that people apologise to me for getting in my way because my penguin gait lacks poise and grace. I am no longer a twinkle-toed ninja Nureyev.

When we have a pattern orientation things which jar with that pattern can be mildly unsettling. We know something is off but cannot always verbalise what it is that is off. We may not twig what. I am very familiar with the lay of the land around the pond and the boundary fences. If something has changed, I notice. Any ingress by animal leaves signs. I spot these.

With people I am good at spotting when flow, event flow is a bit staccato or forced. People may be saying one thing but my pattern orientation tells me with a klaxon that something is off. I note this and drop my credulity down to a few per cent.

My orientation is towards patterns, flow and modus operandi. I note and remember the “play book” even if this is imagined covert.  Some people will tend to send an “underling” to interact and then quiz them afterwards so that no provable direct involvement is present. They may may imagine that the motive is hidden and that they are being perhaps clever and cunning. They will move a “pawn”   1. e4 imagining perhaps that someone might be playing the same kind of games. Opening gambits are limited and some people love the idea of a gambit.

They can treat others poorly without rhyme nor reason because they like to play games. They imagine themselves suave and sophisticated. Others may have different views.

I have a mild aptitude for detective or intelligence work. But I certainly lack the stamina or dedicated application. I can read between the lines well but only for so long as I remain interested. I have often wondered if I have some kind of attention deficit but have the working conclusion that I get bored relatively quickly. Once I have the gist that suffices, usually. Once I learned how to get research grants funded, the mystery was gone. Not so exciting after that…

As part of my development I looked into the concept of stalking perception, according to the stalker’s rule. This has nothing to do with criminal stalking, but is paying attention to what we observe, what we perceive and what we assimilate therefrom. To the vast majority of people what I have just said has no meaning and they have no idea what is entailed. They have not devoted decades to stalking their own perception. They will be unaware of the divergence in approach to life which this engenders and imagine that the “normal” guidelines apply. As a stalker of perception I theorise that the majority of people have no idea that I may be stalking my perception of events and to a certain extent theirs.

When I was interacting with people in the Toltec context, I felt the best approach would be to convince people that I was a dreamer and not a stalker, by predilection. As a consequence I would by default, be underestimated.

What I have learned is that most people try the same approach over and over with very few variations. They tend to see things solely from within their own context and view of the world…

They can be stuck in their ways.