Transmutation – The Riddle of the Mind.

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.






Karmic Snakes and Ladders

In Buddhism we have the notion of stream enterer which if entered leads to, in the fullness of time, liberation or nirvana. This does not mean that the subsequent lives of a sotāpanna are easy rather ultimate “success” is assured. The challenges scale with the capability of the being.

One can think of the lives leading up to a possibility of stream entrance as a game of snakes and ladders. In some lives great karmic progress is made, a ladder. In other lives normal steady progress is made, the roll of the dice. Then there are lives in which arrogance and poor choices loads on extra karma. These lives are the snakes where one starts off again in a worse position. There is a snake on square 99 {97 here}. Just when success looks possible the chance is squandered. The problem is that progress and illumination can often stimulate arrogance and poor attitude. By accumulating personal power, one might get wealth, greed and clinging. What looks shiny could be retrograde.

As one gets close to the fleeting moment of chance for stream entry the challenges get ever larger and sometimes way more subtle.

Imagine if you encountered Siddartha and failed to learn from him. Your “omniscience” somehow got in the way. That fleeting moment of chance which led you to the presence of a Buddha was missed. That is one massive Burmese python or anaconda of a snake! A Buddha could be the key to stream entry.

You missed a huge possibility for progress and were sent way back to learn all over again. A potential fate was forfeited.

Because of dependent origination or dependent arising, no fate is 100% fixed. But the general trends of karma and fate hold true. You have to cooperate with your fate in order to progress smoothly. If you are sulky and “do I have to” you won’t get ladders you will get snakes. If you are stubborn and pig-headed you will get many snakes. If you are light and easy, you will get ladders and people who help you on your way.

Some people really make bad choices, and in my experience, this is to do with them being glamoured in one way or another, by things or people. Those fond of short cuts, can find that they are anything but.

Secret Garden / Princess Dream 4-3-21

Here is this morning’s dream, it was very vivid.

I am walking in our current garden as it is and stumble upon a wooden door in a stone wall. The door does not exist in our physical plane garden. I reach down into the pocket of my combat trousers and take out the set of keys. I try the keys in the lock and one of them opens the door. I step through the door and close it behind me.

I am now in a magnificent Italianate garden, with stonework, and beautifully created flower beds. It has the feel of northern Italy, of Lago Maggiore. There are carved stone flowerpots and trellises with flowers growing over them. Up ahead is an ornate building which seems unoccupied, the wooden shutters are closed. I go up to that building and again try the keys. The door opens and I enter. I open the shutters, and this reveals a well-appointed ground floor appartement which now looks out onto the sea. I understand that we own this. It is a part of the property we purchased from Mr T. I think we might be able to rent this out. I might also be able to write here.

I see a door which appears to lead nowhere. I again try the key and it opens on to an ornate staircase. I climb the staircase and there is another well-appointed appartement, bigger and grander than the one downstairs. I find a room laid out with a drawing table, for technical drawing. On it is a very fine white cloth envelope. I pick this up and see that there is a message inside for me. It is written in blue copperplate and I decide to open it later. I look around the apartment and see that Mr T. has left many catering supplies from the party he gave just before he departed.

I hear a knock on the apartment door. I go down to investigate and it is the estate agent who is showing around a potential client. The estate agent is female, my age, and has with her a young beautiful woman with long dark hair. The agent is explaining that because of the pandemic she isn’t doing rentals but if we discuss things with the owner, we might be able to agree on something. I nod in agreement.

I show them to the room where the supplies are. The young woman now has a young boy with her, a toddler. I offer him some chicken crisps at which the woman says no he mustn’t. I find some grapes, and these are ok. He eats a few. The estate agent has left. The young woman kisses me on the lips, and I pull away. I say that I am married.

I spend the night with the young woman in the same bed as her and the boy. I am naked and they are clothed. As dawn approaches, I go to the window and look out over the see. I put on a pair of skimpy underpants which have the word FREEDOM written on them. Out of the window I can see the seashore, the sea and some rocks. I see a bright orange/red blob unfurl its wings like a phoenix. It flies over to near the window. The bird like object lands and amidst the feathers it has the face of a black man. It asks me if I am with “the princess”. I say yes because now I know that that is what she is. He says that all will be well and that I must first come with him.

I go to leave and again the princess tries to kiss me. I pull away. Although I am tempted, I know that to have sex with her is not the reason she has found me. She asks me will I return to them. I say that yes but first I must go.

Dream ends.

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

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

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.