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Trap – Butterfly Feet – Dream – 09 – 01 -2012

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I am in a foyer of a terminus which if full of coffee shop type outlets. People are climbing up the outside of staircases. These are young athletic women. I try my hand at chasing them. I am faster than them. We get to the other side and one of them sits on a table fingering herself in front of me. I ignore this gesture. The women try to surround me and cajole me. They try to take my rucksack. It is a trap and I break free.

I am now dumped in a makeshift prison cell with another man. There are four other men naked in there and they are all covered with sores. Their faces are misshapen, they are very large and hairless. One of them is threatening me. We shall see how long he lasts in here. I am unafraid because I know that I am stronger than he is. The attendants come in and introduce a creature which will work on my sores. It starts nibbling my sores and will join them up. I am advised to keep my eyes shut. There is discomfort but not pain.

I am now attending a series of parties which are somehow in a swish part of London. They are in an upstairs flat. Everyone is very trendy and my party piece is to show them my feet. At first my feet look normal. Soon though on each foot two pairs of butterfly wings unfold. Each pair is mis-matched in colour. There is a sense that each pair is a male and female pair. The butterfly wings are incredibly intricate and beautiful. They flap gracefully. If I do this enough, I can levitate. I know in the dream that the wings came from the healing of my sores.

The hosts for the party, a male and female goth come back and say that the next party stars at 11. They are dressed in purple and black with goth hair. They go down stairs and will return soon.

I am now walking along a rocky boulder strewn shore. The going is tough so I take my shoes off for greater purchase. I move into the outskirts of a “castle”. Some creatures start to come at me. I then start to unfurl my butterflies. They are even more beautiful than before and have grown in size and splendour. Seeing these the creatures steer a wide path around me and head for the sea.

I am now upstairs in the castle with the wife. We are walking around the ornamental colonnades. It is deserted. We notice a pack of randomly sized dogs outside the castle. One black one starts to circle the colonnades in the opposite direction to us. It comes closer to investigate. It is more interested in me. It comes over to the railings which separate us and I show it my hand for it to sniff. It then bites my hand trying to sink its teeth into me. I know it to be a female dog who because of its posh heritage thinks herself better than me. I am able to counteract the pressure of her jaws by flexing my hand. I say to her that she does not know what she is biting and had better think about it. I continue to flex my hand which forces her to open her jaws. She falls to the floor in a submissive posture.

Dream ends

Mercury is a major god in Roman religion and mythology, being one of the 12 Dii Consentes within the ancient Roman pantheon. He is the god of financial gain, commerce, eloquence, messages, communication (including divination), travellers, boundaries, luck, trickery, and thieves; he also serves as the guide of souls to the underworld and the “messenger of the gods”.

In Roman mythology, he was the son of Maia, one of the seven daughters of the Titan Atlas, and Jupiter. In his earliest forms, he appears to have been related to the Etruscan deity Turms; both gods share characteristics with the Greek god Hermes. He is often depicted holding the caduceus in his left hand. Similar to his Greek equivalent Hermes, he was awarded a magic wand by Apollo, which later turned into the caduceus, the staff with intertwined snakes.

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Helm Stack Map – Boris Johnson – Interview Dream 17-01-2025

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Here is last night’s dream had between 12 and 2.

The dream starts with a view of a map of Cornwall. On the map I can see a rock stack between Land’s End and the Scilly Isles. The rock stack is called Helm Stack. It is very specific. {On checking there is a Helm Crag in the lake district}.

The scene changes to an ornate room with an antique table and chairs. It feels like Whitehall or St James’s, a bit gentlemen’s club. I am sat one side of the table. On the other side is Boris Johnson and two emeritus professors whom I have not met. They are interviewing me in a manner similar to the appointment of junior faculty. Their tone is condescending.

Johnson is his usually ebullient yet dogmatic self. He is trying to chivvy me along to answer. His manner is having exactly the opposite effect.

They are asking me questions based on their socio-political world. They are based entirely on the form side of life and events which may have taken place therein. I answer accurately using as few words as possible. This does not help them. They are asking all the wrong questions yet are insistent in carrying on. They think they are right. I know in the dream that there is no way that they will accept or understand that the way of approach is entirely wrong.

Dream ends

* Table is the dreaming symbol for need to resolve problems.

Dreams Around a Death 01-08-2011

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I am in Africa with Théun. We are dressed in khaki shorts, with boots and khaki hunting vests. We are walking in a river and he is showing me some aspects of hunting {stalking}. As we walk along, we catch various fish which we discard. We near a rockpool which is where we are going to fish. The river goes between a rock formation and he wants to show me what is past that. So, we go through and right up to the lip of a waterfall which is there. The water cascades over into a massive plunge pool it is totally beautiful. I am a little nervous about the height but cope OK. As we pull back from the edge, I lift up the river bed as if looking under a carpet or rug. Under the river I can see night stars and sky. I replace the river bed and we move back to the fishing spot.

Later we are inside a room. In front of us on a table is a giant human heart which is still pulsing. I start to run a grater come mandolin over the heart. This removes aged, vitrified muscle so that the heart can function better. He looks on and there is a sense of us working on this together.

On the night 4 – 5th of September a Le Creuset casserole spontaneously split asunder in our kitchen in Surrey

22nd October 2011

I am somehow at a hotel resort over looking vast dunes. I notice Théun walking there he is very old and frail. He is walking. I ask him if he would like to talk. Not now. He turns and walks away. I think to myself whatever. He seemed a bit like a ghost.

Later in the same dream.

Theun is now paddling in the sea. I see him from a distance getting into trouble. He is having difficulty breathing. I am with E and I ask her what is needed. It is my Ventolin. I rush to the scene with my Ventolin. When I get there, he is being given CPR. I go to the hospital and am sat there beside him feeling his veins whilst they sort out a drip. The vein is “metallic” and I know that I am bringing him comfort. He passes away. There is a no resuscitation policy in place. It is clear to me that he is in a mess physically. I do not know why I was “there” at the end.

I was not in contact with Théun at this time and the dream prompted me to do an internet search.

His death is reported at being on the 5th of September.

ESA – ESTEC – Lizards – Iridium Dragon Dream 27-01-2011

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I am in a large factory like building which has tubes and air ducts. It is in a state of disrepair, there are things scattered all over the floor and many rooms there.

I am trying to calm K down. She is dishevelled and both angry and pleased with me at the same time. She is having one of her “turns” she is thrashing about. I restrain her and she bites my arm, taking out a large chunk. When she sees what she has done, the size of the hole, she is mortified.

The telephone rings and it is someone from ESTEC. They are talking about closing our relationship but first they want the pyrolysis data which I don’t have. I am having trouble hearing them and say so. The ‘phone call is going nowhere and it fades.

As I move through the building it is somehow linked to Imperial College. There is an announcement warning the employees not to let me leave. I make my way through the passages to the back door. I meet various people who know me.

One of them tries to restrain me using a fighting technique. I tell him to show me how strong he is. We spar a little and although he is, in the dream, huge compared to me I manage to fend off his attacks and eventually end by throwing him bodily against a wall.

I continue through the corridors making my way to the exit. Just as I get there two people see me and recognise me. I think they are going to try to stop me. They do not, they come with me through the exit.

Outside is like an oil refinery or chemical plant. I sense a wave coming and it has on it ice boulders. I shout a warning. The wave passes without damaging anything. There are big chunks of ice flying everywhere.

We head off into the snow covered countryside. Out of the snow appears enormous lizards whose tails we have to navigate. The other two head off and I make a note to follow them. I am obstructed by the lizards.

I climb over the lizards and then follow them under some railway into a valley / glade with water. There is a massive metallic Iridium dragon. I note that there are other people perched on the stone stream bed.

The dragon tells me not to worry, that we {the dragons} keep this place for human leisure pursuits and that I am always welcome.  There is a knowing that the lizards are also a posh kind of dragon.

I know that I am especially welcome there.

Dream ends

The next journal entry starts 30-1-2011.

“I have just trashed the job at ESA – ESTEC worth a lot of money. {>8000 euros a month tax free}. We don’t have very much money.”

The actual extraction out of contract was not straight forward and the finality took time and effort. K was not pleased.

Caduceus – Lemniscate – Obstruction – Sacrifice Petals Dream 14-01-2025

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Yesterday afternoon I had a surprise in which I had a particularly long drawn out tooth extraction at the dentist. He ended up drilling out some of the roots as the tooth cracked and resisted extraction. I had a fair bit of local anaesthetic and am now on a course of antibiotics which are unfamiliar to me.

The dream opens with me visually inspecting a page of the secret doctrine upon which is a sketch of a Caduceus. The vision zooms in on the word lemniscate which is a type of figure of 8 geometric shape. It zooms out to look at the whole page.

The dream then shows an interaction in which K is being deliberately obstructive again and again concerning J with me. K is making it her business to obstruct, to get in the way and generally undermine me. There is much ill will on her part.

The dream now returns to the Caduceus thought form and I am able to rotate it in 3 dimensions. It zooms in to the part where the snakes’ heads touch the upright pillar of the golden Caduceus. I am drawn to a page in my meditation notes and to the figure of an upright cardinal cross etched into the fine detail of the Caduceus.

I know that this somehow pertains to the sacrifice petals of the egoic or Soular lotus. I know that sacrifice and renunciation are closely linked and that I need to revisit the teachings on the sacrifice petals.

Dream ends

On waking later this morning I have a very strong visual impression of HH Dalai Lama

University – Three Witches – Tuareg – Caravan paths Dream 04-10-2008

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The dream starts with me wandering around the hidden passages of an English university. It is very ornate and there are lots of rooms there. I am with people I do not know. We stumble upon an ornate room with a chaise-longue in it. We enter for a while.

Next, I notice an ascending staircase which I climb. I peak through the doorway and there are hags there, witches. I see three but there may be more. I hurry back downstairs. They do not appear to have seen me. They are in session of sorts. I tell the others and they want to see. I advise against it.

We are now outside and in the courtyard of the university. We take a seat on some garden furniture. I comment that I did not know we were allowed in this part of the garden. Someone say yes, this is where the professor came and spent the rest of his life.  He turned up and tuned into BBC 3 and stayed here. In the dream I doubt this.

Then there is a big celebration going on. One of the daughters of the three witches is getting married. She is marrying a warlock from a far distant land. He has gotten here by magical means. The celebration continues. I know that I am welcome among them. They are like kin.

The scene changes and I am on a trek in the mountains of Morocco. The scenery is black and dusty. The caravan is being led by a Tuareg dressed in black. We climb peak after peak then we come down to a more fertile and rocky landscape. We are crossing rivers. I am wearing my black leather shoes. I comment that they are not the best footwear. I shout back to the others to watch their step.

We are reaching a summit and there is a small chasm to jump across and a way that goes through a house. The house is decorated with tourist paraphernalia. I try to take the root through the house. There are two youngish women there. They have been waiting for me. “I am honoured, the honoured”, they say. Try as I may, I cannot get out of the house. Then I find a way.

As I walk around the village, I find some expats taking tea and gin on a veranda. I say that I need to jump the chasm but I am afraid. Will they help me? One of them apparently a vicar swells up and offers to help. He says that he can get me across but I must trust him completely. We approach the chasm. I jump it. It was nothing I had only thought it to be big. I thank him and say I didn’t need his help at all.

I am now a long way from the caravan. I set out to catch them up. The scene changes back to black and dusty.

The paths are now very busy with travellers going in both directions. I am overtaking many on my path. A blue turbaned Tuareg comes in the opposite direction. He recognises me and reaches out to touch me. “I have touched the venerable”, he says.

I continue on and now the path divides. The left hand path goes off further into the mountains. The path to the right follows a lowland route. I take the path to the left unsure as to which one my caravan has taken. As I progress along the path goes deeper into the mountains. The travellers start to thin out and soon I am walking the path alone. I must do this for a while.

I get scared and try to head down hill to cut across and back to the other path. I come upon a wall. Behind it are two Arabs one getting water and the other taking a piss. They have not noticed me. I wander on through a small village set in olive trees. There is a sense of glade to it. There is prosperity here. Down at the bottom of the glade I note a herd of kangaroos. I think this odd.

I leave the glade and continue down hill to reach the other path. We are back in the black scenery. I notice that I am still wearing my black leather shoes. The pace down hill is very fast and there is a sense that I must slow down so that I can see where I am going. I reach an opening and there is an apparent path at the edge of a dry river, a wadi.

Dream ends

M15 – Archives – Drones – Almeria Dream – 01-07-2008

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The dream starts in a loading bay of a newish building. There is a cab there that can be accessed by a door. A woman goes through a door and gets into the left hand side of the cab. I go through another door into a white sided room, I had thought that this would take me to the cab. Instead, I find myself in an old fashioned white lift which is a very tight fit for me. The lift is going down into a basement or sub-basement area. I know with certainty that this is the home of the security services MI5.

I exit the lift and am in the archives. It is secret. There are shelf upon shelf of books and records there. I come upon a man who is very familiar to me. He is startled to see me there. He is dressed as an “old school” English man. {Bletchley Park etc.}. He comments that he does not know why but he knows me. I say that I share the feeling. He shows me his hands. At the end of each finger is a tiny tool of some sort, like jeweller’s tools, they are all fanciful and wonderful. The implication is that he works meticulously. Although I recognise him, he is not someone that I currently know.

There is an explosion. We walk towards the window. Two space age helicopter crafts are coming towards us they are dropping bombs. He says that he will protect me but we must leave the building now.

We leave and are walking through a market square. There is debris of various craft stalls there. There are surveillance drones flying around. He points to two headlight like things lying on the floor. I pick them up, they will protect me.

I know that I must find Alveria or Almeria {it sounded like that}. One of the drones is now attacking me. I throw down one of the headlight things. It creates a massive puff of intense blue smoke. The scene changes.

There are now lots of large Arab style tents {Tuareg?} They are draped in cloths of a blue-indigo-blue hue.

I am wandering around the tents looking for something. J is somehow around. I am not concerned. I find a small white dog wrapped up in a blue cloth. I move on searching in a relaxed manner amongst the tents.

As I start to come to the entire dreamscape is filled with a deep royal blue, followed by indigo purple, then back to a blue-indigo-blue.

Dream ends.

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*During the Malaya insurgency my uncle, an officer in The Royal Corps of Signals, was recommended for his MBE by a General who was head of Military Intelligence {MI6?} and about whom little can be found. My uncle went onto to be a Colonel working out of Horse Guards Parade in London.

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Jesus Dream 29-6-2008

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I am in a room which is connected to another room. They are both kind of white and ephemeral. There is a sense of sanctity. I open the door into the second room. I must be quiet. At the far end of the room there is a shimmering that starts to materialise into a form. That form is Jesus. The form is masculine and has some of the feeling of NMJ about it. It is Jesus and I can see him.

He comes towards me and steps into my room. He is now very frail almost like a small white haired boy. He is in a sense very familiar to me. He says that he too is looking for his “Father”.

Lots of full grown men turn up in “top hat and tails” formal dress. They are very noisy. There is a table in the room. I sit down and Jesus sits on my lap. The others are helping themselves to canapés.

The boy and I are very simply dressed wearing pyjamas. He says that he wants to suck my thumb. I mention that it isn’t clean. He puts it in his mouth and sucks it in any case.

Dream ends…

The overall feel of this dream is all about me nurturing and caring for. It felt very special and warm inside.

Sensei – Golden Egg – Seven Horsemen Dream 27– 10 -2008

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This dream was had in Vienna on honeymoon. I got out of bed and went down to reception to write it down so as to not turn on the lights in the hotel room.

There is sense of training ground. We are all outside waiting for the sensei. However, the sensei is me. Alexandros myself and others are there. Suddenly there is a strike of lightning and A is hit by lightning. He is a nagal’s courier. He is lit up and energised. Only now it is not him it is me who is lit up and energised. This scene lasts for a long time with multiple lightning strikes.

I walk across the bridge fully charged.

The scene replays several times and is vivid even as I recall it today. {Jan 2025}

I go to a gym / factory area. There is something inside my anus. I reach inside and pull out a glossy shiny golden egg. This is very painful. I store this egg somewhere and keep it secret.

The inside of the gymnasium is messy There are things which belong to J. I tidy it up.

Next, I am at “headquarters”. There are many press reports coming in and for some reason they all want to talk with me.

There is a caller on the line. They, the others, don’t think she is real. They think she is a freak.

I ask to speak to her.

She says that there have been lights seen over the Welsh Harp reservoir {in North London}.

She says that the seventh seal has been broken and that the seven horsemen have come and that there are now seven of them, horsemen.

I say Elizabeth. She says yes. Everyone wants to know how I know. I say it is obvious.

We keep monitoring incoming request / reports. There are 141 of them referring to the lights.

Has anyone actually seen it, the horsemen, to verify. Yes, there is one confirmed report. E is now a member of the team.

Dream ends

*Whilst in Vienna we walked past an antique shop and they had tiles of the major arcana of the Tarot of Marseilles. I was stunned. The tarot was painted onto white porcelain coated tiles larger than A4 size. They had been up in some person’s house.  I asked the shop owner how much and she said around 34,000 euros for the set of 22.

These from Wikipedia

The Seven Seals of God from the Bible’s Book of Revelation are the seven symbolic seals (Greek: σφραγῖδα, sphragida) that secure the book or scroll that John of Patmos saw in an apocalyptic vision. The opening of the seals of the document occurs in Rev Ch 5–8 and marks the Second Coming of the Christ and the beginning of The Apocalypse/Revelation. Upon the Lamb of God/Lion of Judah opening a seal on the cover of the book/scroll, a judgment is released or an apocalyptic event occurs. The opening of the first four Seals releases the Four Horsemen, each with his own specific mission. The opening of the fifth Seal releases the cries of martyrs for the “Word/Wrath of God”. The sixth Seal prompts plagues, storms and other cataclysmic events. The seventh Seal cues seven angelic trumpeters who in turn cue the seven bowl judgments and more cataclysmic event

October 24, 2008: Many of the world’s stock exchanges experienced the worst declines in their history, with drops of around 10% in most indices. In the U.S., the DJIA fell 3.6%, although not as much as other markets. The United States dollar and Japanese yen and the Swiss franc soared against other major currencies, particularly the British pound and Canadian dollar, as world investors sought safe havens. A currency crisis developed, with investors transferring vast capital resources into stronger currencies, leading many governments of emerging economies to seek aid from the International Monetary Fund. Later that day, the deputy governor of the Bank of England, Charlie Bean, suggested that “This is a once in a lifetime crisis, and possibly the largest financial crisis of its kind in human history”. In a transaction pushed by regulators, PNC Financial Services agreed to acquire National City Corp.

Recapitulation of the Waking Dream

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Are you sure that, as you read this, you are not dreaming.

 Are you fully awake and certain of your notions of reality?

One could suggest that each incarnation is the dream of the power within, the soul, the reincarnating Jiva. You the dreamed are currently living the dream of the dreamer, the real you. Therefore, it makes sense to write down the content of the dream to see if you can make sense of it.

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In the Toltec teachings one is encouraged to recapitulate an entire life right back to the moment of birth, but to do so in an honest and non-biased manner. In 2007 I finished my recapitulation which effectively started 1995-6 when I had a severe bout of clinical depression. Retrospect suggests that my power within, my Soul, was not happy with the way I was living my life and pulled the plug so-to speak.

Few have the clarity on what their current life is all about. In order to gain clarity one can look at what your life and the people in it are reflecting for you. They are your mirrors and mirrors never lie. But you must be honest. If for example you see other people scheming and executing cunning plans, then in order to see the cunning plans, perhaps everywhere, you must have experience of executing cunning plans yourself, otherwise how would you recognise them?

In working with mirrors, it is necessary to recapitulate your entire life, from the present moment right back to the moment of birth. Such a recapitulation demands a level of honesty which is only attainable through an act of ruthlessness. Ruthlessness must begin with yourself. Only when ruthlessness has replaced self-pity can you achieve the sobriety needed in order to discriminate with wisdom.

Gaining accurate ruthless honesty is not facile. People can have a tendency to self-coruscating criticism or imagine butter does not melt in their mouth, that everything is somebody else’s fault. One can oscillate from criticism to denial and blame. Responsibility for events and behaviours can be hard to accept, the fingers of some are often ready to point, unless with responsibility comes blame.

Getting an accurate and honest balance takes a while, there are things which may be difficult to accept. Once you have done this, acceptance, the things no longer have power over you. You are metaphorically free of your past and your stories about it. You may find that your stories are in fact a pack of lies.

Here is a part of my recapitulation summary chart which I have been looking at this afternoon.

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I have been looking at it because a dream the other day suggested that I did. The overarching notion was that I literally had to resign in 2006 because there is no way that I could have done my exacting job and handled all that was to unfold 2007 onwards.

I have been pointed at a dream I had during the global financial crash 2007-8 which follows this post.