Shamballa – White Room – Buddhist Robes Dream 10-09-2024

This dream is at the “border” between dreaming and visualization and comes completely out of the blue. Yesterday morning I was talking with an investment manager of a venture fund whom I knew over thirty years ago at university. From high tech to Buddhism.

In the dream I arrive at the outer courtyard of a massive temple complex. It is situated in a commanding elevated position compared to the settlement in the valley below. To the South glistening in the sun, I can see a snow-covered mountain range. I assume these are Himalaya. I enter the temple complex which I know to be Shamballa. I am taken along a corridor to a room which I have never been to before. The room in contrast to the others is of a dazzling sparkling white and full of sunshine. There is a dais to one side also painted in brilliant white.

I am standing there in my black briefs. I say, “how come I have never seen this room before?” They say that I am now ready for it.

I am being dressed in the magenta and saffron-yellow vestments of a Tibetan style. The sense is that these robes are ceremonial. There are multiple layers, and I can feel the weight of them on my body. I can also feel the places on my forearms where I had the waking visions of “om mane padme hum” tattoos in Sanskrit around twenty years ago. I know somehow that it is winter. There is a sense that I am being prepared.

The chakras in my feet and hands are very energized.

I breakthrough into waking room consciousness and hear the wife breathing in bed next to me.

Fleeing / Migration – Dream / Vision 4-10-22

These last three nights I have had unsettled sleep from around 2AM onwards. In this I drift in and out of consciousness close to the cusp between worlds. This morning I had a persistent dream / vision.

I am standing in an urban landscape near a dock or port. There is a long queue of people. They are all white European / Caucasian. They are in turn checking the contents of their makeshift wooden crates with an official on a podium. When the crate has been checked some workers seal it and print the destination information. People are packing up their valuables and sending them to the destination of their refuge. They are fleeing the conflict, the war. The goods will be shipped and arrive sometime after the owner. There is a sense that this is a slow process. The queue is vast and there is a sense that there are many more like this. There is a sense that the one that I am observing is Russian but also a sense that this phenomenon is not Russian alone.

The scene changes and I am observing people queuing to get into a cattle truck with a sliding door on a long train. These people are fleeing.

The scene changes to a mountain border post and before the border there is a long winding trail of vehicles. The vehicles do not look clean, they are coated with dust and mud. Each vehicle is jammed packed with people and stuff. The queue is very extensive, and the border guards are slow yet through with their job. There is a sense that this is only a part of a mass migration which is getting underway.

The visons do not fade, they repeat. There is a sense that this may be prophetic.

The alarm goes off, we need to get up because the nurse is due soon to vaccinate the wife