brunt – Dreamyoga

Here are last night’s dreams the first was between 1.00 and 3:30 AM and the second more extensive though more jumbled dream around 5 AM.

The dream starts in an ill-defined place. There are no buildings or land or people. Somehow it is misty, foggy even. There is a sense of marshland, of primordial, of essence. Though none can be seen. I am having a “conversation” with a disembodied voice, a being of considerable power yet no form as we know it. He says that I am Tegwen Taig-Gwen Tadh-Gwen and Tadgh-Gwen. That I am in the Geiriadur, the dictionary, the tally of words. {Implicit is Geiriadur Prifysgol Cymru.} There are many other names for me.

I know that gwen is white. I am white and of the white.

He says that I am the appetizer, the canapé, the hors d’oeuvre. I am the forerunner, the harbinger. One of only a very few. He says that I have borne the brunt and that there is more to come.

I wake up and take an Ibuprofen at around 3:30 AM to ease the back pain which I know is to follow soon.

I drift back off. I am now carrying an old cloth bound book which is in a state of disrepair. I can smell the book. I approach a reception desk in a university / museum setting. It is a bit like the V&A and Imperial College rolled into one. I speak with the woman on the desk who is dressed in serving black and whites with white gloves on. I say that I am looking for Dr X {I cannot recall the name}. She says that he has offices on the sub floor one. I can use the lift or the stairs. I know that I also have to visit sub-floors four and then seven.

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I take the stairs down. I can see that sub floor one extends over all of the Exhibition Road area, underpinning all the museums and colleges, as well as the Albert Hall. The subterranean levels are vast and very extensive. There are galleries of books and files with dusty museum drawers. I make my way to the office. The door is open but he is not there. There is a lot of messy “horizontal filing”.

I let myself in and on a large Admiralty style table is a yellowed “Victorian” map yellowed about the edges. There is a steel rule and a set of geometry compasses. There is a second book which is companion to mine. I open it carefully with the steel ruler. The book opens on a page with mathematical symbols and matrices. I understand them to be spatial coordinates of places.

I go for a wander along the corridor. I find what looks to be a theatrical store of costumes, of clothing. I go in. The clothes are all for males. They are of a fashion from well over a century ago. There are breeches for riding and social. There is a pair of light red-magenta leather trousers, faded with age with hand shaped back pockets. There is a sudden realisation that these are my favourite trousers for when I used to ride. The wardrobe is in fact mine as is the office / desk / admiralty table.

I continue on down to the fourth sub floor. There is a large open gallery with military equipment. In the centre of the room is a display from which various staffs and pikes point out. There are more than a dozen such items all held like cocktail sticks in a lemon. With the shaft in an ornate metal holder. I select a large white-wood staff around six-feet in length. It has ornamentation on each end with metal inlays. I feel the familiar weight of the staff and find its centre of gravity. I start to twirl the staff and practise a stick form kata. There is a very Japanese vibe. Very quickly it becomes more familiar and faster.

I know in the dream that several people younger and fitter than me are coming to attack me. They have no idea about what I am capable of.

The dream shifts to a modern setting. I am sitting with M in a modern seminar room equipped with computers etc.. We are pouring over the mathematical notes and he is going to try to write some computer code to decipher them. I say to him that we must approach the notes from two angles, one scientific and the other seeing.

The dream ends.

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Notes

Geiriadur Prifysgol Cymru – Welsh University Dictionary

Tegwen name – from teg (“fair”) +‎ gwen (“blessed”) in the 19th century.

Gwen – white, blessed, holy

Tadhg in Welsh is Taliesin or poet.

Taliesin is the seer poet initiate of Welsh history /myth. He is often seen as Myrddrin which the English have translated as Merlin and claimed the mythology as their own.

Cultural appropriation!!

Myrddin Wyllt (Welsh: —”Myrddin the Wild”, Cornish: Merdhyn Gwyls, Breton: Marzhin Gouez)

In the Blue Books Opus Kuhl suggests that the stage of the forerunner might change into the start to the externalisation of the so-called hierarchy, mooted for this year. He suggests that many experiments would be being carried out in preparation for this externalisation. By this I guess he means some kind of incarnation. As is well known in military circles no plan ever survives first contact intact. The blue print he provided in that opus is over 70 years old.

Various people around the globe are getting further instructions as it were even though he says that he took the fifth initiation in 1875 as an old man making him something like 200 earth years old today. The scientific establishment is very unlikely to believe in telepathic rapport by / with a being who outlives the Guiness book of records most aged. Common sense suggests a measure of frailty and a lack of truth / reality.

He suggests that many experiments will fail. Each failure providing insight into later method and approach. The gist being that the more initiations some being has taken, the less like common or garden humanity they will be. If I understand it correctly direct physical plane contact would be very uncomfortable for the initiates of higher degree and some are / were being trained specifically to endure this process.

The initiates of first and second degree will have much more in common with “normal” people. Life in the throng would be less uncomfortable.

When a ship sails it is always the prow which bears the brunt. Those engaged in the stage of the forerunner can be likened to the prow. It is those who will carry the brunt of experimental failure. The failure must be irreversible because space-time is unidirectional on the physical plane. These failures will also unleash karma, a failure is a cause and it will have an effect rippling out into the web of life. Those who played a role in causing the failure when give an opportunity to soar, might accrue difficult karma. They missed the boat so to speak, and badly so.

I speculated earlier in this blog that those in power are unlikely to welcome such a putative externalisation. The purveyors of academic knowledge would not be keen on a master of wisdom usurping their deity at university.

At the moment the new president in the USA is not spreading goodwill, he is talking up very materialistic ideology and making retrograde steps pertaining to climate change in order to make more money. He is pushing a divisive and selfish agenda using techniques borrowed from the British in India of divide and rule. He is attracting sycophants from UK politics who want power by association with the don.

This might seem opposite to the light and goodwill flavour of the White Lodge but is does present an interesting backdrop because it makes the need for externalisation even more timely.

The world has changed markedly in the last seventy years.

Kuhl comments that it is only at the third initiation, the transfiguration, that the being on the receiving end is fully conscious of the events and procedure. I can confirm that this is the case because of the events of 26^th April 2009. Kuhl implies that there may be first and second degree initiates amongst us, unaware of the fact, yet somehow sensitive and receptive to hierarchical impulse. Those on the lighted path will have goodwill and tend to be less graspingly selfish and materialistic. They probably won’t be nasty and unpleasant.

It might be useful to look at another meaning of initiate. To initiate something is to start something, to take the initiative. It is likely therefore that the initiates mooted by Kuhl will have something of an entrepreneurial mentality, getting things off the ground and starting new groups, new ways. Those who go first are forerunners, they are path finders, explorers and pioneers. It is clear from history that pioneering does not come with a high life expectancy. The status quo never likes new blood, new kids on the block. Pioneering often fails, at least at first. Soon others come.

I speculated earlier some initiates might find their way into academia others into politics dependent upon which ray they are upon. My rough perusal of new age groups associated with the Opus has shown that psychology trained people are interested, there are artists and writers. I have not come upon many physicists, though I know of one other. For some Astrology is a way in. It is not my cup of tea.

The world is tense place just now. There are many problems which humanity is struggling to face / solve. The Elastoplast approach to problem solving or as Johnson called it whack-a-mole is not really working. The change must be much more profound otherwise humanity will continue to fight both metaphorically and on earth, fires.

My prediction is that things will have to get very bad indeed before humanity is ready to face reality and knuckle down to make the hard choices needed. It has gotten vane, distracted and complacent. The just one mouse click away mentality has it taking way too many things for granted.

We shall see if Kuhl’s prediction comes true. According to the Opus the general council of the Great White Lodge is scheduled for the end of this year.

I wonder will it be by Zoom or Cisco Webex this year…

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