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My Death – pārasaṃgate – Phowa – Dream 04-01-2026

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Here is this morning’s dream / vision which started around 5 AM and which persisted and replayed many times after that. It is now an “event” which I can hold and “visit”.

The dream starts with an elevated view looking down on a man in a magenta monastic sleeveless tunic with his hands held in his lap. They are in partial mudra. He is sat on a carpeted floor loosely cross legged with back leaning against a bench or sofa for support. He has a light faded plumb coloured blanket over his shoulders which has an inlaid fine embroidered pattern. I know him to be dead and my erstwhile body.

The scene changes to before. I am sat up in a hospital bead with a painted white metal frame. I am in a nursing home or hospital like facility. I call a nurse to me. I say that I think it is time and could she bring be my blanket and the cat. I am helped out of bed and down the corridor to a “sitting room”. I sit on the floor with my back against a bench. On each side are cloth privacy medical screens on metal frames with wheels. They are light blue-light green in colour. I am shielded from view. People in the corridor cannot see me. A mid-sized oxygen cylinder is brought and laid horizontally on the floor. A small clear plastic tube runs from the cylinder and is looped once around my head. There are two small outlet tubes which are fitted to my nostrils. The gas is flowing. I can see that the pressure regulator on the cylinder is tending towards empty. It is not yet in the red. The orderlies are not concerned because I will probably die before it runs out. I make myself comfortable on the floor and my grey cat is brought to me. She is very much like Bowie the stray cat we “rescued” here. I am given the cat and she sits briefly on my lap. I stroke her and she nuzzles. She then wanders off. Two attendants come with my blanket which they put around my shoulders.

I adopt the infinity mudra in which the thumb and middle finger of each hand are touching each other and the two rings so formed are intertwined to form an infinity or 8 sign. As I do this in the dream I can feel the “chakras” in the palms of my hands and feet instantly energised while I am sleeping in “real” life. It is “electrifying”.

I start to chant quietly to myself in the dream.

“gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā”

Slowly this changes to deep voice. I then focus on my crown or sahasrāra chakra which I “unscrew” to open it in readiness. I am making the way clear for me to go beyond form.

The scene changes to several weeks ago in the dream. I know we are last century. I am in the hospital bed and discussing with two white young male doctors. I am explaining to them that I need to make preparations for my death, my passing over. They are unconvinced that such thigs are necessary. Medical science does not believe in them. I suggest that there may be some things that medical science does not yet know and ask that they please humour a dying man. What I am asking is harmless and will not upset the running of the facility. One of the doctors says that he still does not believe me. I say that we shall see because I know that the time is approaching soon. We will find out. Not today but soon. They agree to help out.

I am now sat back down on the floor. I can feel that my face has been recently shaved and that I have bathed. I feel clean. My hair is still in a buzz cut growing out, a few millimetres long. I focus again on the sahasrāra and continue to chant lightly slowing fading this out. I can feel a first wisp beyond my body. The view shifts so that I am sat observing the body as if in a mirror. We are close a few feet apart. Slowly out of my crown a golden-yellow cloud of mist rises up and swells out. Like a murmuration of sorts. In amongst it I can see flecks of shining gold which catch the light and there are deep flecks of indigo-blue near glass-like threads and like tiny shiny fish scales. The cloud is filled with tiny sparkly mirrors glistening in the unusual supernatural light. The cloud moves slowly and expands.  I look down to the hands. I can see them and feel them. At the moment the cloud is still anchored in the body. The right hand opens the finger-thumb mudra to break the infinity seal and the cloud detaches from the body. The head previously upright lolls slightly forward in what I know to be my physical death.

I look at the cloud for a while and then my consciousness merges with it, into it. I am liberated of body. I wait in the room for a while and then it is gone from view.

I wake knowing that I have seen a death of mine. Over the next few hours the scene replays. I know that I died consciously in this dream and vision. I know that I had prepared and that it had mostly gone according to plan..

Omen – Coincidence or Dreaming Symbol?

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We have not long gotten back from the supermarket. The road directly in front of our house, on a slope, on a bend and near a bridge over the river was blocked off. There were fire brigade, ambulances, road safety geezers and cop-like officials. We could not get past the road block and into our house. There had been an accident at the exact place where our drive joins the departmental road. From the conversations overheard the police had breathalysed one of the drivers and another had skidded off the road and into a field. I can still hear them chatting outside and doors going on the vans. Nobody seemed injured because the ambulances were not speeding off.

Exactly six weeks ago to the day and almost the hour a car had come off the road and rolled over into our drive. This was when I was being operated on for the hip replacement. The wife got back to wait while I was operated on and found the road blocked.

Two car accidents at around 10:30 AM spaced by exactly six weeks just outside our front door might be a coincidence or an omen. It could be a dreaming symbol.

What are the odds of this happening? Discuss…

Yes on both occasions there was a small amount of ice. But this is the first time that this has happened on “our” corner in over six years.

Cars, states of awareness, belonging to other people, have crashed and skidded even rolled over outside our house, our view of the world. The awareness of others has crashed and been upended. It has been brought to a halt.

Interpreting the dream somebodies {somewhere} state of awareness has been turned on its head just outside our house.

I wonder who this might refer to?

Are there more crashes to come?

Spooky…

Left Eye Surgery – Electrodes – Kate Bush – Dream 30-12-2025

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Here is this morning’s dream had before 8 AM.

The scene starts with me approaching Guingamp hospital from the downhill side into the old “severe” style hospital building. I go up the hill and into a main entrance lobby. The slightly brutalist view gives way to an old style hospital corridor with brick-red sealed painted floors. The nursing staff wear starchy white linen skirts with little nursing hats. I am being admitted into the eye surgery ward.

The nurses doing the admissions are speaking to me in English. Using baby English and short sentences. I say, “on peut parler français”. But they ignore me and carry on trying English. The nurse sits me on the side of an old style hospital bed with a white painted metal frame. She shows me an image of me with my left eye held open with various clamps like in “A Clockwork Orange”. The image focusses on my left eye only which is enlarged in comparison to my right eye. She shows how they might cut the eye with a scalpel to improve the quality and depth of my “seeing”. She says that they are going to focus on my “seeing” in my left eye. Someone comes in and taps her on the shoulder. They are ready for me up in the ward.

Together with a porter she wheels the bed along the corridor and through a nurse’s station into a ward. The ward is packed with people in beds. The beds are very close and she wheels me up next to the back wall of the ward. The people of the ward are of mixed ages and social status, around a dozen. They are all glad to see me and relax because I am now there.

Sat at a small desk is a senior female doctor in a lab coat and with dark hair. Surprisingly she is talking home counties English and I can imagine her with a G&T at Henley.  She is not very happy being there and talks to her team only in English. I ask her how long she has been here. Too long is her reply.  A nurse says to me that the time for my operation approaches and they need to fit electrodes to me to monitor my heart. She turns her back to get the electrodes. I get off the bed and stand on small box, now naked apart from my black boxer shorts. I can clearly see the recent scar from my operation. All the other incisions I have had are also highlighted. I stand there bare chested with my hairy chest exposed. I say that they may need to shave me. They attach electrodes and I stand there on the box with my arms pointing downwards in a pose made famous by the Abu Garib torture victim. The view zooms out and all that can be seen is a semi naked me with electrodes attached all over my chest and body arms open, my palms turned out and arms pointing downwards.

I am then lying back on the bed and a male nurse inserts an oxygen tube into my nostrils. He says that they are going to introduce some Ketamine vapour into the flow in order to relax me for the operation which is soon. I comment that I am already relaxed.

I am now walking with Kate Bush in the hospital grounds. I am dressed in my boxers and a very loose fitting open hospital gown. She is wearing her grey hakama pants and top from the “Running up That Hill” video. She asks me with more of a lisp than usual what I make of it all. I say that it is metaphorical and that the left eye is all about feeling and seeing. That it is no bad thing for me to develop some more feeling and perhaps compassion. I have a penchant for the austere, the vast and the cosmic. She says that yes it is a metaphor and that the dreaming to which she pertains is all about feeling and snow. She says that sometimes it is good to have THE feeling. She asks me how I feel about having the clamps and the surgery. I say that it is a metaphor and that the “seeing” can be a mixed blessing. I say that my left eye has always been metaphorically enlarged. She, a dreamer, has always known this about me.

The dream ends.

Doctor’s Surgery – Virgo – Castle Keep Dream 26-12-2025

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Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream opens with me visiting a very busy unknown general practitioner doctors surgery. I go up to a receptionist and ask for an appointment. The receptionist gives me an appointment. I go outside onto a small verge outside the surgery to take a ‘phone call. I have both ‘phones, the wife’s and mine. I go back inside and the time for the appointment has passed. The doctors are getting together for a practice lunchtime meeting. I show one of the doctors my right wrist and one can see the flesh translucent red around a glowing inner bone structure. She says that I should come back after lunch because she wants to look at my wrist.

I go home for lunch. In the dream I know that our lives and our situation here are quite precarious. It is a reminder to take nothing for granted. Our welcome could change easily. It is a reminder to stay humble and harmless. Again it is a reminder to appreciate everything and take nothing for granted, to have no sense of entitlement whatsoever.

I go home for lunch and the wife wants to know what is going on. I tell her that I have another appointment and that it looked like the practice was having a big conflab about the future. I go back to the doctors and the female doctor from before ushers me into her office. She asks me how long my wrist has been like this quasi-transparent anatomical. How long have I been able to see the bones. I say that it is only recent and it came after a stumble or fall. The reason I came to visit is because it did not pass of its own right.

She is curious and hands me a piece of paper with the Virgo symbol on.

♍︎

The piece of paper is by way of a prescription and I must use it.

I leave the office and walk around to some renovated ruins of a castle keep. Outside the keep but within the castle walls is a small walled are with a lattice work of stones on the ground. Out of these grass is growing. I can see the modern day use as an occasional car park. I can also see the mediaeval use where the walled area was partially grassed over. There are horses there, which are cared for and fed. There are bales of hay and in one corner a shit heap for the waste. I can see the two periods early medieval and modern day co-existing. I can smell the smoke from woodfires from the 12th century.

The dream reiterates not to take anything for granted and it reminds me to look at harmlessness. That I can simply be too much for people.

The dream ends.

Buddhism – Rinpoche – Dream 22-12-2025

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Here is this morning’s dream had after 6 AM this morning. It is out of the blue considering what I have been exploring in terms of old French manuscripts.

The dream opens in the front room – sitting room in a large home in the English home counties. The wife and I are visiting a young woman and her family. She is a younger version of Dupinder from Aussie MasterChef. In the dream context she is an ex-student of mine and early twenties. She has a nice posh English accent with only the faintest hint of Indian accent. We are there with her sister and mother and father. They are middle-upper class and moderately wealthy. They are highly educated. I say that people like her family have added a great deal to UK culture and life. Their springer spaniel dog comes in and they are worried that the dog will bite or snap at me. This is its usual behaviour with strangers. It comes over to me and I offer it my right hand in a loose fist to sniff. It is very suspicious and growls slightly. I re-offer my hand and emanate warmth along it. The dog sniffs it and then sits to lick my hand. It lets me stroke it and then lies down in front of me, close, calm and happy.

I notice some Buddhist texts on the table and small statuette of Buddha. I comment to “Dupinder” that I did not know she was Buddhist.  She says that yes they have been going to the local temple/centre on a regular basis. Her parents have been life long and as of late she and her sister have taken to it too. I ask what denomination. She says that they are Theravada and no fuss Buddhism. I explain to her that I have more than a passing interest. She boots up her lap top and shows me pictures of her centre. It is housed in a wider building run by Tibetan Buddhists as a cross denominational dharma centre. On the outside of the building I can see Tibetan writing and roman scripts. The building has been purchased using the wealth of the Tibetan Buddhist “church” in exile. I ask who oversees the project and she says that Rinpoche does. I inquire further and she says that Rinpoche, a supposed Tulku, is titular head of the dharma centre but others run it day to day. The centre is in a town just outside the north of the M25.

At this point her father interjects. He asks me if I am a Rinpoche too. He has had a sudden intuition that I am. Caught slightly off-guard I say that yes it is more than possible that I am a Rinpoche, a reincarnated lama too. He says that he suspected this from the moment he first set eyes on me and from the way his daughter has spoken of me. He says that he thinks that I should go to the dharma centre to see if I am recognised. I say that I don’t think that it works like that. Me tipping up in such a manner would not go down well. For some reason he is very happy and he invites us all down into the big conservatory to have a light vegetarian snack / dinner. There are metallic thali plates with curries in little bowls, rice and breads.

The dream ends.

South Coast – Westerly Dreamer – New Books – Dream 18-12-2025

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Here is last night’s dream had before 5:26 AM The overall sleep was again goodish.

I am on an old style British train, in a carriage with facing bench seats. The seats are made of that slightly itchy hard wearing material. I am with Simon. We are heading past Gatwick towards Worthing. He is telling me that there are lots of good properties for sale on the South coast. They have come down in price and a bargain can be had. He says that all along the coast they are up for sale. He strongly recommends buying one there. The mood is light hearted. We are going to the seaside.

We alight and are then in the town centre of an unspecified South coast town. Simon leads me to the coast. Off the coast I can see a number of small islands with white chalky cliffs and grassy tops. Each island is seemingly floating in the sea. They are distinct and I know they have their own eco-system. I can see sheep on the cliff tops on some. Simon says the islands float by and that the scenery is constantly changing. They are like the islands floating in air in the Avatar movies. I say that I did not know things like this were off the South coast of England.

We go back in towards town and stop at a small open square with white low rise regency housing. It is a couple of streets back from the front. We are approached by Christine and Elizabeth, both of whom are female dreamers. Christine seems to know Simon. We greet each other. Elizabeth takes me to one side in an overly earnest manner. Simon and Christine walk off together.

Elizabeth says that I must come to stay with her as we have somethings to work on. But first she must clear the coast with her landlord as visitors, especially male, are not allowed. She looks young. I say OK I will find somewhere to wait.

I find a bench and stretch myself out on it naked under a duvet. My clothes are on the ground nearby. I fall asleep. It is in the middle of town. I am woken by Elizabeth shaking my shoulder. I check where my clothes are and dress under the blanket. I have a half a bottle of white wine which I knock back. I wipe my face and am ready to go.

Elizabeth leads me off and downstairs to her basement studio flat in a very large white regency building. The flat is small and cramped but definitely that of a female, from decor and smell. She shows me her single bed and a bed roll she has made up on the floor. I will sleep on the floor. It must be obvious to everyone that she is not sleeping with me, having sex. I comment that I am pretty much past all that.

We lie down and make ready for sleep. As we are nodding off the walls between the flat and that of the next door neighbour fade. In bed there are two women. They have bright “trendy” hair with tattoos and piercings. The hair is vividly dyed. They are in a lesbian relationship. Elizabeth is very conservative in comparison. I ask her if she is a lesbian too, suggesting she dabbled as a younger woman. No. She says that the lesbian relationship here relates to feminine dreaming and that the two women are dreamers like her. I know she is a Westerly dreamer and her mother Christine, a Southerly one. The lesbian theme and the lack of walls is a commentary of the connectedness of feminine dreaming. People are very sceptical about me and Elizabeth. They gather round to criticise. Under the bed is a book we are working on together. To fend off the criticism I sit up on my bed roll and show a hard covered book. It is open at the frontispiece with copyright notice, ISBN and title. As I flick though the pages there are black and white images and text which literally appears as I change page. The gang of gathered critics look on slightly awe struck as the text and images of the new book appear right before their eyes. This is a new book which I may write.

The dream ends.