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Sanskrit-Senzar- Messenger Dream 26th May 2014

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I am standing in a column of light which is shining down on me. It comes from above. As the light shines on me it etches into my skin black tattoos, these form on my arms, my legs, my chest and my back. They are letters, words and phrases in Sanskrit and Senzar. The letters are in a black ink and cover pretty much my entire body much like the Bulletproof Monk. I carry these letters.

Next, I am in a city landscape and everyone is going to a party at city hall. There is a concert on there and people are gathering. There is an ensemble playing, it is like the Academy of Ancient Music and the instruments are all original period pieces. They are up on stage. On the ground floor and in a “box” is Princess Anne.

By this time, I have told people about the tattoos and nobody believes me. There has been some press interest but the men with their 1950’s style newshound flash cameras have lost interest. This is because there is nothing to see. The party continues on undisturbed.

I now find myself in a department store which is old style. I am curled up on the floor near a counter wearing a grey long sleeved shirt. The shop people find me there and nudge me to get up. I get up and as I do so the sleeves of my shirt fall back to reveal a list of tattoos in Sanskrit, Senzar and Chinese. These are now in very vivid royal blue and the calligraphy is exquisite, it is almost moving and definitely alive and vivacious.

The store staff are all bewildered by this and take me to a back office. In the foyer to this back office are two small Tibeto-Chinese figures. They are dressed in ceremonial costumes and approach me. They are dwarves and twins. I show them my forearms and they recognize the Sanskrit and Chinese characters; they guess that the others must be Senzar. The tattoos are now moving like a “stock ticker” scrolling across my arms. The dwarves are awestruck.

Whilst I am waiting for the store staff, I get bored and so leave the store, into a busy “New York” city street. It is raining heavily and my shirt gets wet through. It is clinging to me. I am wandering through the city in the rain with these vivid mobile, deep royal blue tattoos being the only coloured thing in a grey and black and white-grey world.

In the dream I know that I am carrying messages. I am by way of a messenger.

Later people gather around me and I show them my forearms. People now start to believe what I have told them before and all are astounded by the tattoos. I show church leaders and statesman. They are all stunned.

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In the city the younger people are setting up to go to a house party. It is the usual thing and people are gathering to go to someone’s house. They are all too busy with partying. They do not realize that the “party” is at my house.

I am now on a roof and there is a stack of old billboard type advertisements. There are several of us and we are sorting them. There is one which reads Toltec 7-14 which we find and as we do this one of the phrases in Senzar lights up on my arm. It says “Toltec 7-14 New Book” in Senzar. I know its meaning. I know it is both a date and has the meaning of dreaming symbols {7= guidance and 14 = new knowledge}.

I awake with very strong sensations on and in my forearms and chest. These are very similar to when I had the visions of myself in Buddhist monk’s robes and tattoos in Sanskrit of inter alia “Om Mane Padme Hum” nearly a decade ago. I can feel the place where the dream tattoos were, particularly on my forearms.

OBE – Talking Baby – Ornate Rare Bird Dream July – 2011

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The dream starts off with multiple images of the English royal family, specifically the younger members. I am somehow to become some kind of an adviser to them. In the dream I know this is because Diana had an interest in dreams.

Next the wife and I are on a very posh English country estate, as guests. There is a strange relationship whereby the estate owners are a little discomforted about our presence because we are “oiks”, yet they need and want to get something from me. We have the run of the house and the use of the indoor pool. We have been swimming naked. We get out of the pool and the wife wraps herself in a large white towel. Together we walk into the kitchen. The man there, the estate owner, hands me a towel to cover myself. He is ill at ease but knows that he needs / wants something from me.

Next, I am arriving at a very extensive and expensive Italian country estate. There are two brothers who live there. They are younger than me. The estate is magnificent. One of the men is looking after a child who is deaf and mostly mute. There is a sense that the mother is no longer around. They keep the child in a room, it is baby like. The other brother is on drugs. It seems that he is hiding from the world. When I arrive, he is underwater in the pool having recently taken a “hit”. His brother says that he is having an out of body experience under the water. He gets out of the water and dries off. The other brother and I go off into town to gather supplies from the local store.

We settle in for the night in the same room as the child. He and I are lying on the floor on a mattress whilst the child is in the corner. The child appears to be unsettled. I go over to comfort the child. I know that I will be looking after it tomorrow. The child’s skin seems a little dry and it is completely hairless. I talk to it and caress it.

It starts to speak clearly with me and stands up on its feet. It is around five years old but is still dressed and treated like a baby, it still has some baby like behaviour. Now, though profoundly deaf, it is speaking very clearly though only to me. The man is totally astounded. He, in all his years, has never seen anything like it. The child continues to walk and talk.

The scene now changes and I have with me an ornate bird cage with a small, rare and beautiful bird inside it. I am walking with the man in a field carrying the cage. I tell him that I am going to do an experiment and that he must be quiet and still. We come to a wall / hedge at the edge of the meadow which is full of wild flowers and long grasses. I ask him to lie down and be still.

I place the cage on the hedge and open the door. The bird is hesitant at first but soon starts to edge its way out of the cage. Soon it is fully outside and another of its kind flies by. The once caged bird joins in and starts flying around. In time there is a whole flock of them. They do a “fly past” as if to say thanks and disappear off towards the mountains.

Next the wife and I are looking on the computer for where to go on holiday or where to live. It must be somewhere where it will be good for birds and for freeing them. On the screen I see a property which we have looked at before but discarded. I open up the web page again. It is an isolated property in North Wales. It is at a bend in the road which runs along the mountain side. Rather than being a static image it starts to animate. The property is of an Eastern style with a veranda, land and gardens.  It is set back from the road a little, on the side of a small valley. Behind the property there is a stream and a small waterfall. The whole image is now animated and we can see the waterfall. This will be a great place to free birds.

Dream Ends.

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Blue Corridor-Massive Owl Dream 5-2-22

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This morning’s dream was the most vividly coloured one I have had in many years.

I am in a car with my wife. We are driving down a narrow street and I am looking for an entrance in the walls. I will know it when I see it. There is an opening, and the walls are pointed with immaculately cut stone blocks. I know this is the place. The wife is hesitant in case it is private property. I say that I have seen this place a number of times in the dreaming. I turn right into the opening. The car we are driving is our right-hand drive Peugeot 207. As we enter the properties the walls are of a vibrant and almost radiant royal blue. The colour is very intense. We drive several metres down this tunnel.

The ground has dark red granite-based gravel. The tunnel heads off ahead of us. There is a turning to the right also with the intense blue walls. I take this turning and it leads to an immaculate courtyard in front of a grand French town house. There is a short staircase leading to the front door. I take this staircase. The door opens before me and a corridor leads me up into a large wooden floored ornate ballroom. It is a bit chavvy like Versailles.

The ball room is twenty to thirty metres long. At the far end of the room on a heavily decorated antique table is a huge ornate bird cage. It is about 1.5 metres tall and 1 metre in diameter. Inside the cage is a huge owl. The owl is almost as big as the cage. It stares right at me and then fluffs up all its feathers around its head to make a big circle. It then relaxes them and repeats this several times. The owl and I are staring at each other and there is a sense of being at-one with this owl. I sense that it is caught in its gilded cage. But the owl knows that it can at any time de-materialise the cage. This it does and the cage vanishes. The owl then stands on the table and fluffs up its feathers again whilst maintaining eye-contact.

I feel an enormous sense of camaraderie with the owl.

The dream ends.

Bern – 90GHz­—UBS Dream 02-07-2021

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I woke up this morning at 6AM and was pretty sure that I would not go back to sleep. I did and had this dream. When I tried to wake up my right eye was difficult to open it been sealed with sleep. As an aside since I stopped smoking, I have had much more gummy eyes with loads of sleep. Here is the dream.

I am in a vast laboratory. It is filled with optical benches upon which are optical components and lasers. I know this laboratory to be in Bern Switzerland. Unusually for this kind of laboratory one can see out of the windows and to the town below. W is excited he has received a parcel and is busy unwrapping it. It is a new slim, top of the range, Tektronix digital storage oscilloscope. It has all of the functions of the bulkier models but is slimmed down. I say to W that I can help him understand how to use it because all of the experiments at the lab of S used one of these. All we need first is a square wave waveform generator so that we can have a play. Ben C says that he thinks there is one in the store. I go with him to the store and there is a pile of instrumentation. I see one with the name GR on it and note that it is odd that it should be here in Bern. BC finds a square wave generator and hands it to me. He says that it starts at 90GHz. I comment that it might be a bit too high frequency for the oscilloscope. He says that probably not, the scope may not capture all of the waveform but should be Ok for us to play with. I go over to W.

Next, we are back in the flat. It is full of youngish men who all work at the laboratory. We are all sleeping in one bed. It is somehow on a veranda outside the house. I wake up and decide to go shopping. I look across the valley where this is a night club called Bodhisattva. We all sometimes go there. I think that it will be nice to look at Migros again. As I go into the shop there is a queue for baskets, and I am behind an old Swiss man. He unpacks the baskets and hands me one. I go into the store and am at the fruit counter. It is immaculately laid out with very high-quality produce from around the world. It is even better than I remembered it. I get some groceries and take them back to the flat. Where I put them in a bag in the pantry. I explain to W that it is very nice to see high quality Swiss produce as things here are not so consistent.

In the dream I have paid with a UK credit card but to my surprise my UBS bank card is also in my wallet.

We are back in the laboratory, and I know that I have a job there. It has been easy to set up because my Swiss Bank account at UBS is still active {in reality this is not the case}. We play with the oscilloscope for a while.

Next, I am back in the flat asleep in the big bed with a whole bunch of other people. The wife is there next to me. I am on the extreme edge of the bed, and she is nestled in my left arm. I kiss her on the brow, and everybody wakes up. I ask what time it is. Close to midday. I comment that is late. Not if you were up drinking and smoking {implied cannabis}.

I had better rush to get to the bank before it closes. I rush of down hill concerned that I will fall because of my left hip. I am a bit awkward running down the hill. I need to get to the bank to ask them for a new PIN number for my bank card. I know that all I have to do is ask because they will recognise me. I could ask in English or German or even French. As I am running down the hill, I rehearse what words I would need first in Hoch Deutsch and second in French. In my mind I know that the language I will choose depends upon who I meet at the bank counter.

Dream ends.

Swiss Technology – Flatmate – Dream 23-08-23

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This morning’s dream sequence pertains {perhaps} to the early to mid-1990s.

The first sequence starts with me on a train to Poole in the UK. I get off the train to go and see my university flatmate D. {I helped nurse her through recovery from a bad car accident and was best man at her wedding to a school friend of mine.} When I get off the train D is nowhere to be seen. So, I try to call her on my mobile ‘phone. I cannot figure out how to use the ‘phone so I ask a teenage boy to help me. He scrolls down my lists of contacts and finds her number. {In reality I do not have this.} I call her and she does not answer. A short while later she calls me back and leaves a message. She does not live in Poole anymore, rather Bognor Regis. {They are quite distant.} I try to call her back and she says that my school friend A will come to pick me up in his Beemer {BMW}. I wait for ages and he does not turn up. I try to ‘phone again and we go through a game of ‘phone tag, missing each other’s calls.

It is clear in the dream that this is all about miscommunication something which happened a great deal in the past.

The next dream starts in a stark concrete apartment block I am exploring a landing on an elevated floor. I notice a door at the end of the corridor which I open and walk through. I am in a large smart office of a research establishment. The office is populated by young research scientists of both sexes. They are Swiss and the is the research group of one of my bosses S {from early-mid 90s}. The lab is in Switzerland. The conversation in the office is in a mixture of English, French, Swiss German, and Hoch Deutsch. One of the lads asks me if I can still understand German. I say that it will take me a few days to get my ear in. I say that I miss Switzerland and feel at home there.

I then ask them about their projects and they explain in a great deal of detail the experiments they are currently doing. I say that I will need a while to update my understanding of the high level ab initio programmes because I will be rusty. They ask me which radicals I did spectroscopy of. I explained that way back I looked a mass resolved spectroscopy of neutral water clusters. The rumours are that S has gotten me back to work on a research project to develop a very high power carbon dioxide laser. He has gotten a big tranche of funds and wants someone like me to oversee.

I go down the corridor to another office and can see what was once my desk.

I enter a hectic office with a secretary and S. S is working over at his desk I go over to shake his hand which he reciprocates then he says that I will have to wait my turn, somewhat coldly. He is very busy and there is a queue of people to see. He gestures to the secretary and says that she will help out with the formalities. She is young and speaks excellent English.

While I am waiting, I go downstairs and out of the building. I look around and sure enough it is Switzerland and I recognise the main street upon which I once lived.

I go back into the office and wait turn. When I meet S he unrolls a massive set of blueprints for the new laser design, it is for multiphoton induced chemistry to make radicals by direct vibrational bond cleavage.

The dream ends and I am astounded at the level of technical detail in the dream which I have cut down by a large factor in the write up.

Hospital – Zürich – Pinocchio – Crocodiles Dream 30-10-23.

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Here is this morning’s dream. It seems out of the blue and at odds with my current life context.

The dream opens inside a hospital. I am talking to a young woman in a white coat there. She is asking me to talk to some of the people who have been stuck in the hospital for a long time. She gathers a few of them around they are all young and white. One of them who has been in for a long time asks me which illnesses I have had. I reply saying cancer and a broken hip. Only cancer I say. I say that I was only in hospital for a few days. She says that I should talk to Em who is in the other room. She has a number tattooed inside her cheek.

I go to Em’s room and there is a very beautiful young woman with blonde hair in a bob. She is wearing a white hospital gown with sparse tiny black flecks. I ask her to show me her tattoo. She shows me the inside of her left cheek and there is indeed a number written there. We joke about how these open at the back hospital gowns make it difficult to maintain modesty. I don one and clown around for her.

The reason they tattoo numbers is because she does not have health insurance and they need to know on whom they are operating. I notice a Swiss text on her bedside table.

I ask her, “are you Swiss?”

“Yes”

“From Zürich?”

“Yes…”

There is now a tall young man with very dark hair in the room.

I explain that I used to live in Switzerland and once worked at the University of Bern. I say that I know some people who may still be at ETH.

She says that she used to live near ETH.

The young man chirps up and says that he has to show me a video.

I go with him back to his room. He is a science teacher. He picks up a tablet computer which is very fancy with dials and other lights on it. He boots it up and using the touch screen scrolls through some files. He finds a video. He turns to show me the video. It zooms in on me doing a science demonstration for children. I am wearing my blue jacket and a pink shirt. It is a part of a series on how to present.

He says I thought I knew you from somewhere. That video is from an event I attended at Zürich. I recognised you from there.

I am gobsmacked. He says that he too is a bit of an intellectual like me. I say that I don’t consider myself an intellectual anymore. He is very exuberant.

We go back to the Swiss girl’s room and he shows her the video too.

I notice that it is misty outside and say that I need to get some fresh air. There is some confusion over which slippers to put on my feet. There is a pile of them and some do not fit, others I do not like the look of. I settle for some espadrilles or kung fu slippers. 

They tell me to be careful.

Once I am outside in the mist I am in an inordinately good mood. I start to jog. Coming down the path in the opposite direction to me is a man with a white carrier bag. I feign to do a rugby tackle on him. He joins in the fun and we both beam a smile at each other.

Further down the path there are some people playing at pirates. There is a small child sized man who is wearing a white loincloth with a bandana. He is brown in colour and waving a cutlass about. He strikes me with the cutlass across the back.

It hurts but does not wound. I pick him up and he drops the cutlass.

I tell him to apologise. He refuses.

I am now holding him easily by both of his feet. I tell him that unless he apologises, I will dunk him in the pond.

He refuses. I dunk his head into the water for a few seconds. His face is now white, clean.

He says that that hurt.

Again, I ask him to apologise.

He says that he will never apologise to me, not ever.

I dip him this time bodily and he disintegrates into the water.

I reach into the water and pull out the pieces of a plastic toy bus which I assemble. There is a show cage on top of the bus. I reach down and find a plastic toy Pinocchio in two parts. I put the top half to the bottom half. I then insert Pinocchio into the cage. His nose has grown a little because of lying. I know Pinocchio and the man in the loin cloth to be one and the same. He has morphed into Pinocchio.

I close the door of the cage because that is where Pinocchio is most comfortable inside his cage.

I move on deeper into the park and I am joined by a woman with dark brownish hair. She feels familiar but we have never been introduced. Somehow, she has heard more about me than I about her. She has watched the whole Pinocchio scene.

As we progress along the path, we can see a pond across it. In it there is a small non-descript furry animal in the water. It is a bit like a sloth or lemur. The animal is wet through.

Around the animal closing in are a number of mid-size crocodiles. The woman run towards the animal to try to save it.

I shout out, “No!!!”

Nevertheless, she enters the water and picks up the animal. As she is trying to leave the pond one of the crocodiles grabs her leg and starts pulling her under.

I shout, “Oh no, not again.”

{In real life, as a child, I saw a game warden pulled under by a Nile crocodile about ten metres away from me.}

The crocodile drags her and the animal off under a piece of corrugated steel roofing in the water. The other crocodiles converge.

I find a large thick wooden pole and start to strike the crocodile who is biting her (Susan?) on the leg. I strike it several times.

I wake up with a start and was unable to re-enter this dream to find out what happened. I come downstairs put the coffee on and start typing.

Miscommunication – Woke – Big Cheeses – Walking Away Dream -17-07-2024.

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This dream is in two parts.

I am with prof. AR, we are setting up an event for young people, Ph.D. students and post docs. We are in a seminar room. I am going to give a presentation. I turn on my lap top and cannot find the PowerPoint document. It is on my other laptop. Prof. AR thinks she might have a copy on hers. We set up a projector and her media guy connects the lap top and the projector. It takes ages to get set up. When the file opens it is not my presentation. I gesticulate by a finger across the throat to cut. Which he does.

I turn to the audience and say, “It is clear that one needs to make sure one has the presentation. Step one.”

Everyone laughs.

I explain that because of where I find myself, I cannot detrimentally affect my career, because I no longer have one. The only way I can affect my career irrespective, is positively.

I ask them, “In this day and age, is it still ok to have ambition? Because they have their careers ahead of them, what do they need to do to push on?”

Someone in the audience says, “you can’t speak to us like that, it is old fashioned dinosaur speak.”

“Why not”, I reply “It is your future not mine?”

“It is not right; it is insensitive and wrong for our generation!”

I turn my back and simply walk out of the room without speaking. The room is silent because this is so unexpected.

The scene changes and I am at a very big academic conference. There are many big cheese scientists there. I am in the foyer looking for my book. I can’t find it. Weirdly I am due to speak at the conference dinner. I need some excerpts from my book. I can’t find it.

I go into the conference dinner it is plush and expensive.

I am sat on one of the side tables.

It is my turn to speak on ways of thinking. That thinking needs to be synthetic and joined up as opposed to divisive and separative.  I walk over to top table where there is a big cheese prof. who I do not recognise.

I argue with him that black and white thinking is archaic and that there needs to be many shades of grey and nuance in the debate.

He gets agitated and combative.

I turn my back and slowly walk out of the room. You could hear a pin drop.

Dream ends,

The Waking Dream

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On the 7th of July I had a passive nocturnal dream in which an unknown cat cuddled up to my thigh. On the 8th of July a new stray cat appeared through the fence and he has been with us on and off since. I have named him Gandalf because he is grey and white. {Viz Lord of the Rings}

We have posted news of his arrival to various pet lost and found channels.

A while back a woman from a local hamlet knocked on our door asking if we had seen her cat. The local knowledge says that all stray cats end up here. We have had quite a few. The local knowledge is good.

Another uncanny dream prediction has pointed at something unexpected which thematically may be true. I could realistically accidentally bump into the person in question now. It has gone from highly improbable to possible. I will be in the ‘hood tomorrow at a nodal place, a hospital, where people often meet. I will be only 17km away from where they live.

Our local internet and phone provider had an incident around easter and for two months we had no ‘phone signal nor internet. Neither did we have any external appointments, we were cut off from the world, more than usual.

I saw this as a sign to look into our/my connections. We changed internet and ‘phone provider, I reached out to the world via LinkedIn and this blog. It has been very interesting for me who has accepted my invitations and who has visited my profile following on from me visiting theirs. Take up is not good.

Let’s say there has not been a rush to connect with me in public. My leper’s bell seems to be working, though not all hear its dulcet tones.

Maybe the universe, the dream, is telling me to do another disappearing act?

The “connections” theme was perhaps a red herring.

We have one chronic problem that sooner or later needs to be solved. I have osteoarthritis in my hips and lower back. It is there in my cervical spine. I have disc herniation which causes symptoms c5c6 and c7 in my left and right fingers. The nerves are impinged upon.

It is unwise for me to do heavy labour; we have 0.8 hectare of garden.

One solution to the problem is for me to get an income stream of around 500-1000€ a month. I could then pay someone to do the heavy work.

We are on a very tight budget and live well below minimum wage levels of income.

It is not a big ask, a few hundred euros a month, but that would suffice.

The idea of scientific English editing looks to be a no-go. The market is crowded and the price per word low. The work is perhaps drying up due to AI.

The purpose behind the LinkedIn account was to try to get this off the ground.

The alternative is to downsize houses.

It costs roughly 50 grand in fees to move house here. The housing market is severely constipated.

Having an offer made on this house would be a real problem because they are not used to chain sales and they have some quaint customs about signing. There is little we would like to move into, especially at that level of cost.

Move somewhere you don’t like and spend 50 grand….does not sound ideal or appetizing.

I have had numerous dreams pointing at doorways, gates and the deep unknown. So far not a lot has materialised.

We are in the time of year where the crop ripens and heads towards harvest later in summer or early autumn. Whatever it is I have sown, I will reap.

The firewood store is full. I have just power washed the propane tank, if we get it filled, we are good until end of January 2025.

The wife had a breast lump biopsy taken and sent off on Friday. I am due an MRI scan of my prostate tomorrow morning, because my Prostate Specific Antigen {PSA} test was elevated.

If there are any lesions in the prostate I will have a prostate biopsy on my dance card in the near future.

A further episode of medical-merry-go-round might be incoming. This could be bilateral.

The USA is now further destabilized. Adamant hot heads and automatic weapons are not a good mix.

How did an “advanced” country get to a geriatric presidency race?

I could finish my work up of dreams and then repurpose this blog.

I could leave social media.

To try to write another hobby-vanity patent would cost around £500 to get to the stage of grant. I have proved I can do it once; not sure I need to do it again.

There is no real incentive.

Things could change PDQ over the next few weeks or they will stay roughly the same.

We shall see…

Five – Siddhis – Blue Spheres Dream 11-8-23.

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Somewhat unusually this dream was in the earlier part of the night.

I am walking through a London piazza in summer. A group of young women are sat having a picnic and chatting. Amongst that group are several who I knew and they are the age I knew them as students. As I walk past, I can hear them chatting about me. I say that I heard that. The mood is jocular, teasing, and light-hearted. I walk further on about one hundred metres. They are still talking about me. I whisper under my breath, “I heard that”. They are surprised that I can hear them and that they in turn can hear my whisper.

I say that I will know the exact place and time of my death. It is one of the five siddhis. Even at that distance they can “hear” that. They are astonished.

I get out a large multi-coloured balloon in the shape of a man. I start to blow it up and it grows in size at a truly rapid rate. My lungs are providing big gusts of air. It has been a part of a science outreach effort. As the balloon gets to be about my size the young women all come over. They are very friendly with me. They ask if the balloon can say inflated. I show them a tear in the fabric. I say that it cannot last and it starts to deflate.

I move on into a part of Kensington where there are swish hotels. I find myself in an immaculate dining room, where the tables have been set with crisp white linen and pristine glassware. I am wandering through the restaurant towards an exit. The maître d’, in black and whites come over towards me. I am glancing at the prices on the menus which are inlaid in a golden italic script.

Caringly he places his arm on my right shoulder. I sense he is homosexual. He is very warm with me.

“Good afternoon sir will you be joining us for dinner tonight?”

“No, I don’t think so, the prices are a little out of my league.”

“That is a shame sir, perhaps another day. The exit you seek is over there on the left.”

I go towards a bar area where there is a crowd of youngish men having some kind of party. There is a clearly marked exit.

Instead of taking that exit I go into a seminar room off the main restaurant.

In the seminar room there are five pairs of men. One of whom is Liam and his father.

On the floor are five pairs of bright royal blue spheres. These pairs consist of one sphere about 6 inches in diameter and another one about 24 inches. They are perfect spheres and vividly coloured.

There are five suitcases and five briefcases. The suitcases are for the larger spheres, the brief cases for the smaller ones.

I explain to the men that they must take these spheres to the locations in London as specified in their instructions. They must take care of them and I ask if there are any questions.

The dream ends.

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Excerpted from Wikipedia

Siddhi

In Indian religions, Siddhis (Sanskrit: सिद्धि siddhi; fulfillment, accomplishment) are material, paranormal, supernatural, or otherwise magical powers, abilities, and attainments that are the products of yogic advancement through sādhanās such as meditation and yoga. The term ṛddhi (Pali: iddhi, “psychic powers”) is often used interchangeably in Buddhism.

Siddhi is a Sanskrit noun which can be translated as “knowledge”, “accomplishment”, “attainment”, or “success”

Vaishnavism

In Vaishnavism, the term siddhi is used in the Sarva-darśana-saṃgraha of Madhvacharya (1238–1317), the founder of Dvaita (dualist) philosophy.

Five siddhis, according to Vaishnava doctrine

In the Bhagavata Purana, the five siddhis brought on by yoga and meditation are:

  1. trikālajñatvam: knowing the past, present and future.
  2. advandvam: tolerance of heat, cold and other dualities.
  3. para citta ādi abhijñatā: knowing the minds of others, etc.
  4. agni arka ambu viṣa ādīnām pratiṣṭambhaḥ: checking the influence of fire, sun, water, poison, etc.
  5. aparājayah: remaining unconquered by others.

Ten secondary siddhis, according to Vaishnava doctrine

In the Bhagavata Purana, Krishna describes the ten secondary siddhis:

  • anūrmimattvam: Being undisturbed by hunger, thirst, and other bodily appetites.
  • dūraśravaṇa: Hearing things far away.
  • dūradarśanam: Seeing things far away.
  • manojavah: Moving the body wherever thought goes (teleportation/astral projection).
  • kāmarūpam: Assuming any form desired.
  • parakāya praveśanam: Entering the bodies of others.
  • svachanda mṛtyuh: Dying when one desires.
  • devānām saha krīḍā anudarśanam: Witnessing and participating in the pastimes of the gods.
  • yathā saṅkalpa saṁsiddhiḥ: Perfect accomplishment of one’s determination.
  • ājñāpratihatā gatiḥ: Orders or commands being unimpeded.

Molecular Quantum Computing Dream 10-07-2024

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Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream starts in the middle of a city. I am to attend a meeting on molecular quantum computing. It is partially at my behest. In the meeting are several people who I once knew around 18 years ago. We are sat roughly in a circle behind two seater tables.

I say that in its current form quantum computing is very environmentally hostile because of the energy needed to build and cool. There is a murmur of scoffing. Ian says that I am right and reels of some figures in terms of tonnage of carbon dioxide. Others concur.

I explain that here, with our hundred trees and land, we are approximately carbon neutral.

I know that the people at the meeting are humouring me and that they are highly sceptical.

I say that history shows that the machines at the early stage of any technology cycle are very different from those of the technology which emerges.

It is likely that quantum computing will become more biological. A way will be found to overcome the high energy burden. It will involve molecular qubits.

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In the dream I make a note to re-read a paper by XXX.

There will be some way as yet unimagined to open up a new way of thinking, a more organic neural form of quantum computing.

The meeting disperses, sceptical.

I go outside with Ant and he points up at a huge crane, they are doing some optical fibre communication experiment on the crane. He expects be to be impressed.

I wander off towards the tube station.

Dream ends.