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Candle Vigil – Koyaanisqatsi – Jaguar Shaman – Strange Group Dream 25-07-2025

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Here is last night’s dream, strangely out of context with our current life and way of living.

The dream starts in South America on the mainland, perhaps Western Caribbean, on the connective peninsula. I am walking along a path cleared into the jungle at dusk / early night. I come upon a sunken built structure which has downward going stepped stone seating, a bit like a Greek theatre

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The construction is totally circular and the “stage” area is of the same grey stone at the rest of the amphitheatre. The construction is ancient South American, Maya or Aztec or some such. The radius is about 50 metres and there are at least half a dozen seating rows. It seems very familiar to me. On each step / seat is spaced a circle of lit candles in tumbler size glasses of various shapes and colours. There are hundreds of them. On the stage there are concentric circles of similar candles around a central circle empty void. The candles flicker lightly in the wind. I know this place to be a reliquary of living souls, each candle a spark of life. They have gathered to meditate on the state of the world. Against the darkened backdrop of the surrounding noisy night time jungle, here is a sanctuary.

The scene changes and I start to see scenes like from the film Koyaanisqatsi where rushing images of “normal” hectic life with its chaos and destruction are playing out on a “screen” in the mind’s eye. I hear chanting of Koyaanisqatsi over and over in a deep low voice as per the film. I know beyond any doubt that the world is badly out of balance, out of whack and out of kilter. The madness of the human “dream” is in full flow, justified to itself and thoroughly destructive. Unaware and largely uncaring. Caught up in a ceaseless rhythm of hectic.

The scene changes and I am now in a large open native kayak. There are two boats. We are paddling along the shore past jungle and two large settlements. It could be the sea or it could be a wide part of the Amazon River. We are around twenty metres from the “beach” and the jungle behind. I know we are being tracked and I catch sight of a magnificent jaguar easily keeping pace with our boats, jogging slowly in the forest. She is watching and observing. I can feel her muscles and see through her eyes. She is a totem of THE jaguar shaman, a spirit of the jungle, free and untrammelled. I see back through time to a ritual in a clearing of the jungle where I am enacting the convergence of the jaguar shaman. I have a jaguar pelt on my shoulders. As I enact I become and am the jaguar.

The scene changes to an urban setting; there are a group of people seeking to join or affirm their membership in a wider group. People have been accepted but must now make their public telephone call with their “mentor”. The sense of people wanting to be a part of is strong. I see one black man roughly my age make his call which we can all hear. In that the mentor slowly gets him to submit verbally. I think that this is coercive. Others make their call to belong to the “wonderful” organisation. The do decamps to a large pub near Hampstead Heath. People are queuing out of the door to buy their drinks. The black man is there and his mentor is going to buy him a drink, in a wait your turn fashion. I walk straight up to the bar and buy two pints of beer from one of the bar staff who know me well. I usher to the black man to join me in the beer garden. He follows and I explain that this has been cult like behaviour and he had better get the out sharpish.

The scene changes and the images of and sounds of Koyaanisqatsi close out the dream in a repetitive sequence.

The dream ends.

Reiki – Eagle – Jaguar – Cats Dream Vignettes 24-11-23

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After what was a strange and weird day yesterday here are last night’s dream vignettes. I have a feeling there may be more weirdness to come today. I could be wrong.

The first dream starts in some kind of new age clinic or spa. I am laid out on a massage table. The room is white and I am wearing a smallish white towel around my midriff. There is a smell of something incense like, more modern and chemical than incense. There is a large young plump woman standing over me. She is wearing trousers and tunic, reminiscent of a nurse uniform. Her hair is up in bun. I am laid face down.

She is doing some energetic healing work on me which is like reiki but not reiki. She is talking her time and her hands are a few inches above my body. She works from feet to skull and back again. I know that she is of a Southerly persuasion. The dream fades.

I see a large black and white eagle from the side. It is perched on a rock overlooking a valley below. The eagle lifts off and I become one with the eagle. I am the eagle. I swoop down over the fields and see sheep grazing in dry stone walled fields. I fly along a small river and swoop back up towards the crag. It feels like the lake district. The sky is grey and ominous. I soar around the top of a craggy mountain. The sensation of joy in flight is magnificent. I hear the wind with my sensitive ears. The sensation is marked. The dream fades.

I am now at the edge of a verdant clearing. On one side is farmland, the other jungle. It is very tropical and I am a South American jaguar. My spotted coat is in good condition and I move lithely along the edge of the jungle. I am not afraid of the nearby villagers whom I can hear. I go down to a small brook to drink. I sniff the air and then head back into the jungle. Dream fades.

I am asleep in an upstairs room of a small house. The window is open and daylight streams in. I wake and stretch. A small grey cat appears on the windowsill. She jumps down on the bed and nuzzles me. She goes back to the windowsill and is joined by a much larger cat who is white and with different coloured spots. The grey cat jumps on the bed. The other cat watches. It jumps down onto the edge of the bed. I lightly shoo it.

We all go downstairs. The room downstairs has earthenware tiles on the floor. It is cool and the back door to the house is open. The grey cat and the white cat are over by the hearth. Another very large cat appears at the door. It does not come in. The two cats leave with it. I imagine that they are going out to play. I hear a kerfuffle and go out to investigate.

The two large cats are pulling the grey cat between them. It is like tug of war. They each have a good bite on the cat. I shout at them. They ignore me and the grey cat snaps in half. I go to pick the cat up. I have one half but the third cat is guarding its half. I know that this cat is wild and unpredictable. I have a glove on my hand and reach out to pick up the other half of the grey cat. The cat hisses. I retrieve the half cat and will show the dead cat to the wife before burying it. The tug of war takes place in a garden reminiscent of one of the houses we visited.

In the dream I know that this is a warning about being ripped apart by forces bigger than me. They are to do with temporal matters. The cat is similar to our cat Bowie but it is not her. Dream fades.

I am now waiting in a villa. A young woman is with me she is stretched out on an armchair. She is very relaxed. She says that this villa will be good for small scale team development work. I agree with her. Someone comes to fetch us. We are taken to a “boardroom” style room with a meeting table. I am there to act as expert advice. Because people are wearing maroon and mustard clothes around the table it is obviously a French meeting. The chair, a man with white hair, rimless spectacles, and maroon corduroy trousers ushers me to sit at the other end of the table from him.

Dream ends.

On waking I am struck that although these segments are varied, they are interconnected.