crown – Dreamyoga

Here is last night’s dreaming

The dream / vision opens with a three dimensional animated view of La Maison Dieu, Tarot 16. The scene is not static it is real and not cartoon. I know that this is Liberation Through the Power of Universal Intent. The universe sends bolt after bolt of lightning striking the tower of man’s self-importance dislodging the crown of self-imagined grandeur from their heads and unseating them without ceremony from their thrones. The universe has had enough. Many self-important people will experience Tarot 16. It is the card in play and will remain so for some time. I feel the brooding intent behind it. Some will be kneeled by the universe.

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The vision fades.

The scene opens in a posh mansion like house in the parlour or sitting room. It is English. I am with a rich family. They have asked me to renovate and modernise a lodge on their property. It has seen better days. They want to turn it into a fully specified eco-lodge. I have budget. I will move into the lodge during the renovations. I am being handled as if I was in an avuncular familial advisor role. When I first move in the wayward son Eddy will help. They joke that Eddy can be my girlfriend in that isolated part of the estate. This is because Eddy is also a hippie and once had long hair. Eddy is not at the gathering.

The scene changes to the inside of the lodge. There is a huge Aga style range in the kitchen, which is used to cook, heat the house and water. There are several log burners throughout the property. The place is a bit of a shit tip with cobwebs and dirty glass. I get busy cleaning the windows and tidying up the kitchen. I check the wood supply. The lodge is in a wide clearing in a massive forest North of the M62 in England. All around are trees. The lodge is accessed by a semi-paved single track road off a local main tarmac one. If you did not already know you would not think a lodge to be there.

The next morning a car pulls up and a scruffy young man comes to the door. He knocks and I answer. I am not expecting anyone. He says hi and that he is Eddy. I invite Eddy in. He brings a hiker’s bed roll and rucksack. I show him to a room in the house for him. We get busy on the plumbing getting the single toilet working, cleaning out the bath and shower. We load logs into the log fired Aga and soon the water is warming and smoke is going up the chimney. The whole place needs to be log fired. I can see a place outside for a solar panel array.

The next day a sport car turns up and out of it get two young women. They are the daughters of the family. They are early twenties very “made in Chelsea” well-spoken and expensively dressed. They are used to people running around after them at beck and call. They come in to the kitchen and greet Eddy effusively. Immediately they get out some glasses and pour themselves what looks to be an expensive single malt whisky. They want to have the country experience of getting boozed up in front of an open fire.

I explain to them that the nearest shop is a long drive away and that they had better ration the whisky rather than getting bladdered. They think me a spoil sport and tease me like I am a difficult parent or uncle. I say that if they are going to stay they had better make themselves useful.

One of them says that she can sort out the curtains the other says she will investigate the garden and vegetable patch. I show her the greenhouse with loose panes and the compost heap. When they are finished I explain that they will need to use the same bath water or wait a long while.

The next day a technician arrives. He looks like Andrew B. Together we go up into the loft to lag the hot water tank. We install a power management unit to fit the soon arriving solar panels. He has with him a short wave radio receiver and a radio transmitter. Which we put to one side until such time as the electricity is up. There is a lot of wiring to be done.

The next day late in the morning a bright red sports car pulls up. Out of it steps a young blonde woman in party sparkly trousers and white top. She is lost and disoriented. She saw smoke from the chimney. I go over to her. She retches a little. I ask her if she needs to use our toilet to be sick in. She says no. She got off her face yesterday at the gig and clearly should not be driving. She apologises for getting lost and turning up. I usher into the kitchen where she is fussed over by the daughters with a hot coffee and toast.

I know that the eco-lodge is also a kind of sanctuary and that the main part of the sanctuary is me. I am protection.

The dreaming ends.

Here is last night’s dream sequence. I went to bed with a fairly decent head cold.

The dream starts viewing the outside of a Buddhist monastery in the bright morning sunlight. It is in the mountains. The walls of the monastery are a dark pastel puce colour. The finish on the wall is fairly rustic. There is an earthenware tiled roof with curved “oriental” beams protruding. It is Tibetan in style though I sense the word Mongol too. Stood there in the sunlight is a small Sino-Tibetan male child of around ten years age. He has mildly slanty oriental eyes and jet black hair. His eyes are dark. He is wearing monastic maroon robes and a winter “yak?” fur coat. His cheeks are ruddy from the cold. His face is neural of expression though I can sense a little mischief. We “know” each other. Well.

He is somehow ar-chay and sook-ray or sack-ray. The mind assembles the letters Aceh and sacré from the phonetics. Though the words, the sounds, are not English.

Either way I know him to be somehow holy and important. He is to be given to me for protection and education. In some way I am to assimilate him. I see him wearing a “boxy” hat which I understand to be like a crown. It is deep maroon. {On searching the internet the form is the same shape as a Tibetan ceremonial crown.} He is important and somehow also now a part of me.

The scene changes and I see a report. It is an A4 report bound with a cream cardboard cover. The cardboard has a slight sheen to it. To the left the report is bound with a navy-blue almost black spiral plastic binder. It is a little under a centimetre thick. Into the front of the report is cut a “window” which allows the title of the report to be viewed though the cover. I can see a two winged eagle above the subject line of the report. The eagle is in bright colour and I know that this is an official US government document. {On searching the logo is very similar to the official seal of the United States.} I know this to be some kind of intelligence or security briefing. The subject matter is me. There are at least half a dozen of these reports to be shared for discussion purposes. They are being shared with the British.

The scene changes and I am in a high specification posh doctor surgery in France. I am talking with a tall blonde doctor who is in grey medical scrubs. Her hair is permed and curly and she speaks English with a faint French accent. She is examining me. She asks me if I can still emit energy from my hands and I say that from time to time, yes I can. She asks me if I will wash her hands for her. We go to a sink in the corner of the room which is a bit cluttered. I clear the stuff away. She takes off her examination gloves. Using my elbow I turn on the elbow-tap. I place a very fluffy expensive white towel on the edge of the sink. I proceed to wash her hands with meticulous care, finger by finger. Which she seems to enjoy. We do this in silence. When I have finished I pat her hands dry. We both know that I am offering her a blessing of the highest order.

We go over to her desk and she asks me to demonstrate palm to palm transfer of energy. Which I do. She then says that I must understand that the people around where I live in France will not understand me. They will have no notion of a person like me, implicit Rinpoche, is like nor what that means. I say that I already know this and have not in any way judged them. She thanks me and I her.

The scene now changes and I am in a large red brick house which has the feel of a large English village vicarage. I am a guest. The woman of the house is younger than me and the family are well to do. She is a member of the Sangha and has agreed to put me and the wife up. We are near Cittaviveka monastery in Midhurst.

I wake up early and go into the village. I need to get some electronic equipment to help follow a clue I have seen on the internet. I get some cable and some RF connectors to cramp on. The guy in the shop is sceptical that I can do this. I tell him I used to be a scientist. I get some other supplies. Across the road is another electronics shop. I go in but it has changed into a coffee shop.

I go back to the house and let myself in. I turn on the TV and connect an electronic box. I start to play an internet video which I decode via the box onto another screen. The video starts with Anthony talking about his new-found Buddhism. The decoder changes his image into flowing river going over a weir. I know this to be England. The weir is magnificent and I know that there will be barbel fish under the lip of the weir. I see the image of a young man whom I know is like me and whom I will meet.

The woman of the house comes downstairs she is very excited that I have made myself at home and offers us breakfast. Later in the day there is a meeting at Cittaviveka which has been convened specially for me, away from the city and the bright lights. Far from the press.

The dream ends and I think wow that was well and truly out of the blue. For some reason I have a visual image of Kate and William.

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