Tag: Fire

Five German Women – Secret Compartment – Dream 16-03-2026

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Here is this morning’s dream which is odd both for its subject content and the way the dream unfolded. It felt odd.

The dream opens on an inland beach. It is next to a large fresh water lake surrounded by woodland and verdant countryside. It is clearly summer. People are boating on and swimming in the lake. There is a smell of barbecues in the air. The wife and I are sat in deck chairs a little back from the beach in partial shade. Nearby is a group of five women. They are dressed in expensive bikini like swimwear, with expensive designer sunglasses and by the side of their chairs are expensive bags. They are five powerful women on a break together, a girls’ weekend. They are high maintenance and used to getting their way. They emanate a very European vibe. I can hear that they are speaking high German and comment upon this to the wife. The women are late thirties / early forties. One of them hears what I said and asks me in German if I understand what they have been saying. I respond that I can understand a very small amount of German and that this improves quickly with exposure. She says that she thinks I have a slight accent. I explain that I learned German in Bern many moons ago. She works out that we are British. The gang comes over and makes a big fuss, now in English, of the wife and I. They say that they don’t often get Brits at this lake. They are very sociable and welcoming. I can tell that they are highly skilled in people skills and are consummate professionals in some field or other. They are slick. It is a bit odd being professionally fussed over as if we were somehow “important”. It seems incongruent with my self-perception. “What is going on?”, I ask myself.

The dream changes and I am now in an isolated lodge or house also in the middle of a forest {wald}. In the grate there is a wood fire and the mantelpiece is large and carved out of wood. It is a bit Hansel and Gretel, a Germanic or Bavarian forest house. I am with a man and a woman, both seemingly Germanic. The man is forces or ex-forces. He has a very military bearing and is athletic and lithe. The woman is dark haired and clearly the boss. We are anticipating an important visit. I go over to check the fireplace. One can swing the fire forward on a hinged mechanism to reveal a secret compartment behind the fire place. I do this. I look at the framing of the compartment and decide that I am too large to get past the “portal” into the compartment as it stands. My shoulders are too broad. The man and I remove some of the frame and at a push I can now get into the compartment which forms a core to the house and has entrances into the lounge where we are, the kitchen and the cellar. It has viewers behind ventilation grills to see into the room. I can fit in and out. I leave the compartment and swing the fire back into place. We are a bit apprehensive as to who might come and if the meeting might go ahead. I have stashed the necessary documentation in the secret compartment.

We get into a car and look for an alternative. We go to the train station and the man and I go to the ticket barrier to get me a ticket to Cardiff. The next train is not for several hours. The ticket schemes are ludicrously complex. In order to buy a ticket I have to show my French driver’s licence. The man chats to me about being Welsh and that we all share an orientation and a mindset. We buy a ticket and I go down onto the platform.

Instead of catching the next train I can wait for another one. So I cross the train tracks illegally on foot and hurdle a fence onto the road to get to the car where the woman and now the man are waiting. I open the door to the back seat and get in. I say that we should go back to the lodge to see what if anything transpires. We will check the fire hiding the compartment and view the approach roads through the wood. The moment we see any approach I will go into the compartment. The woman in particular is pleased that we are going to try this. Implicit is one more time. Both the man and the woman feel somehow familiar.

The dream ends.

Burning House – Pots of Honey – nagal’s Courier – Tim – Dream 06-06-2025

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Here is last night’s dream.

The dream opens in a large, several storey, mansion like house. The house is in London and it is full of people milling around. There is a sense of there being former colleagues there, though I cannot identify any individuals. There is a mild chaos and a mild sense of consternation heading towards panic. There is much ado.

Somewhere in the building a fire has started. There is a growing warmth, heat and smoke. People are even more directionless and flapping about. I notice a pair of double fire doors with Fire Exit written upon them on a green panel. I press the bar to open the doors and start to shout and usher people outside to safety. For some reason they have lost the plot and it is my calm that helps them make good the exit.

I can see that the fire is not yet very serious but is in the process of worsening. I am cool calm and collected. I go back inside the building. I can see two fair sized terracotta amphorae. I put one hand in the neck of each of these and lift them up from within. I calmly carry the amphorae out of the building to the fire assembly point. I set them down on the ground and pull out my hands which have been immersed in the amphorae. A rich light golden honey flows off my arms and hands and back into the necks of the amphorae. For a long time, honey flows off my forearms and hands into the amphorae. I know that there is nectar in the honey and that both my hands are fully immersed and coated with that nectar-honey. I enjoy the sensation of flowing honey.

The scene changes and I am walking out of an urban car park at night. I am being tailed by some young men in jeans and with hoodies. They are following me for quite some distance. There are a few of them but two main protagonists. I am unconcerned. I stop and turn. I ask them why they are following me. They say that they have noted that I have something in the back right hand pocket of my jeans. They asks what it is. I say that it is a “special” USB flash drive with a plan, a business plan for Alexandros who is the nagal’s courier, my nagal’s courier. They say that they want me to give it to them. I say that it is encrypted and that only Alexandros and I can read it. They say that they still want it. I explain that it will be for them a Pandora’s box and any attempt at reading it will unleash things they do not want unleashed. They insist. I hand them the USB drive which is in a small black velvet bag with a drawstring closure.

The scene changes and I am in some big faculty like meeting where {big} cheeses are sat around tables in a boardroom style layout. There are more than a dozen people there all smartly dressed. They are aged fifties and early sixties. The meeting is being chaired and convocated by Tim Jones. He has been given this job as being less partial and personally implicated than others. They are to discuss with me what my business plans are, what it is that I want. There is a sense of UK university with some politico-input. I say to Tim that it is more than a little rich that they are finally asking me what I want. How come it is now. He does not know what to make of the situation and is resentful that he has been drawn into it. With no success I try to explain to him and those present that I want nothing, I have no demands. The ball is not in my court – so to speak. I remind Tim that I was pivotal in examining many of his Ph.D. students and was used by him then discarded. Those gathered around the table do not know what to make of it as they are expecting some kind of plan from me, where there is none.

The dream ends.

Transmutation – The Riddle of the Mind.

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On having the dream this morning, I was intuitively reminded of the first insight pertaining to the rule of the four pronged nagal. The insight arises out of the first contact with the void.

The butterfly arises from the caterpillar. Egg-caterpillar-chrysalis-butterfly.

The chameleon can change colour, fire is transformative / transmutative, things are forged therein.

In the blue books opus, the first initiation is the transmutation, followed by transformation and then transfiguration.

The riddle of the mind suggests that most are stuck at the level of rationalisation and justification, there is little true thinking or true mind. One needs to get past these bad habituated habits to arrive at a real clarity as opposed to mind-stuff. Lower mind is not abstract and deals largely with the mundane and quotidian.

If you think about it the root of rationalisation is ratio, which is by definition comparative and this comparison is made to the known. Rationalisation is useless for the unknown. Justification is often by way of an excuse to “allow” things which are often a bit dodgy. One thinks of the imaginary weapons of mass destruction which allowed and excused the mass destruction of Iraq and the widespread slaughter.

We are taught in school to “justify your answers”. Humanity has a very habituated way of “thinking”.

I’ll put here a juxtaposition for you to rationalise and justify.

Chameleon – Fire – Keys -Butterfly – Cousins Dream 11-12-2024

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This dream was between 4:55 AM and 6:30 AM it is followed by a less dreamy attempt to rejoin the dream.

The dream is set outdoors on some kind of patio. In front of me is a raised fire pit. It is made out of fired clay and is light terracotta in colour. The pit is a kind of hand-made grate with a quasi-oval ring of clay supported on pillars of clay about a foot tall. The idea is that there is great air circulation into the fire pit.

On the floor next to the pit is a large chameleon lizard. It is sandy-brown and about the size of my foot. I pick the lizard up lovingly with my hand and it comes willingly. I place the lizard in one side of the fire pit and it lies snug against the wall altering its colour slightly to blend in.

On the other side of the pit, I make a fire with pieces of wood. The fire blazes too quickly. I add more larger pieces of wood. The fire stabilizes and burns more quietly. The chameleon is unharmed.

In the fire pit I notice an old style wrap around key fob in brown leather. I cannot see if there are any keys in the fob or not. I pick the fob out of the pit and put it in my pocket. It feels heavy.

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I continue to look at the fire and tend it.

My eyes are drawn to my right hand. I can see a black suit jacket sleeve with several buttons. Inside the sleeve is a buttoned white dress shirt. Both are incredibly crisp and well ironed. Out of the gap between shirt and jacket I extract, by encouragement with my left hand, a large hand sized pale yellow butterfly. The wings are in two segments so that you can see four segments. Its appearance is like a magic trick and there are flecks of gold in the yellow. It flies out of the sleeve and circles me several times

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The butterfly flies off.

In one corner of the patio, I see two young women. One of them is light brown with a black Muslim head scarf. She is dressed in black. The other one is wearing white and is of European extraction.

The brown one asks me if I recognise them. She is flirty and cheeky.

No.

She says that they are my cousins and that she knows me. She says that I should have recognised them from Wales. We are related through Cristiaan’s wife from South Africa. She has a mild Afrikaans accent.

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I wake and the wife tells me it is 6:30 AM when she gets back into bed.

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I intend to rejoin the dream. I enter a sports hall wearing my bright red WRU t-shirt. As I do so the man running the gym says that Wales are not doing so well at rugby. I agree. I go into the bathroom to piss. I am in a cubicle and note that it opens out from the male changing room into the female one. I change cubicles. When I am finished, I wash my hands ritually.

Outside in the corridor I am seized by several men who have their hands on my arms. They are trying to pull me away and drag me with them. I use Ki to prevent them from shifting me. D is watching and he can see from my mudra-like hand positions that they have no chance of getting me to budge no matter how much effort they expend.

The scene changes and I am outside around a campfire with some middle aged women. They have asked me to cook my famous chicken and fish casserole for them. Despite this request they keep interfering with the way in which I am preparing the casserole. They keep trying to tell me what to do. I pick up a large slice of bacon which I tear with my bare hands to add flavour to the oil. They look shocked that I have used my bare hands. I explain that I washed them thoroughly earlier.

Dream ends.