Karmapa / Dalai Lama Dream 7-9-2012
I am in my nan’s house when two large limousines pull up and out of them come loads of Tibetans together with security who set up a perimeter around the house.
One of them is the “Dalai Lama”, another is a doctor / healer and a third is a guide for protocol. The DL has a hooded cowl over his head. They all enter into the house and we go upstairs to my grandfather’s room which is in the centre of the three story house. (I used to gaze out of here across the valley to Clydach when I was young)
They all sit down on the floor. The doctor wants to take a good look at me naked. So, I strip and he goes over me examining me very thoroughly. He seems to be satisfied. The DL is sat down on the floor. I am sat on a chair. The protocol man says that no-one should have his head above the DL. So, I sit down on the floor next to him. He removes the cowl from his head and looks me direct in the eye. He is a Tibetan man with very dark hair and roughly my own age only a bit younger. I refer to him as Lhamo only he isn’t the man who goes around as the DL, he is too young for that.
He says to me; “Can you empty your mind?”
I shift quietly and quickly into a deep meditation.
“Of course you can!” He says smiling.
He says that he has been interested to read what I have sent them
“First let’s do a little healing for someone…”
He hands me a small object and asks me to concentrate. Out of the object I materialise a scorpion.
“Detach the scorpion and you will heal the person…”
I detach the scorpion with a little difficulty and throw it into the fire.
Looking out of the window we can see that some people have turned up. The DL is used to this and he motions to security to remove them gently.
Back in the room the DL says jokingly,
“It is always fun to do a bit of shamanism, isn’t it?”
I sense that this has been a test.
He then shows me his back. It has black marks upon it. “What are these he asks?”
I say that they are bones
“Yes, I can express my bones through my skin. It is a part of the martial arts we do in Tibet which can be very deadly…”
As he speaks pins come out of the “bones” on his back.
He brings in three security guards who are dressed in brightly coloured robes. They are all trained in this. They are a mixed bunch, tall and with poor teeth. They all have a glint in the eyes.
“They are very fast and would probably win any Mixed Martial Arts contest. We have thought about entering them just for fun but thought better of it. You are trained in martial arts too, aren’t you? Perhaps you too are deadly?”
“Maybe…”
We are then in mind to mind contact for a very long time. After this he rummages around in a cupboard and sees artist’s materials there. I hand these to him and he starts to make an elaborate construction.
My aunt is downstairs. I explain to her what is going on.
Back upstairs the DL is busy building his construction. He asks me to put the fire up one level. He is a little cold. (Implied it is cooler here than in India)
The security guards come in and say that people and the press have started to gather outside the house. I have no idea how long we have been talking, perhaps days.
They decide that they will go out the front door and not the back one. Security goes out and brings around the limousines. The DL who is really the Karmapa, or a mix of the two, says that things will now really start to change. I go with them to the door and the press are there all flashlights and cameras. There are metal barriers and police to contain the crowd. The Karmapa gets into a car and they drive off.
The press interviews me wanting to know what has been going on.
“He came here for a chat and for one of the doctors to look at me. It was all very nice,” I say.
Now I am somehow back in a city. The ex-wife is for some reason around. She has heard about what has happened. She asks if I can bring her some chilli on my way back from town. I am on a tube train and footage of the visit is being played on a TV screen in the carriage. A small Ethiopian looking man is there. He says,
“That is you in the footage, isn’t it?”
“Yes”
The whole carriage turns to look at me and the footage.
I am now living on a small country estate. There are two male lions prowling around the front gate for security.
I go outside for a wander. I see a small crowd and they start to throw silver CDs at me like discuses, the intention is one of harm. I turn my back on them and by using “the force” block the CDs causing them to drop to the floor. I then fly over them and up into a truly massive tree. I then fly back into the house.
In an annexe, a type of out building for the main house, the “Toltec” group is gathered. I am now moving rapidly through the house pushing open doors as I do. I am going to give them a piece of my mind.
I go into the room and they are all sat upon chairs around the outside of the room, in a “circle”. There are many familiar faces there. I speak to them about my life path and what it means for them. {implicit is that it is very important for them} The ex-wife is in the audience and all she wants to know is whether or not I got her chilli. This typifies the mood and even when they are shown footage of the DL’s / Karmapa’s visit and him leaving my house, they are unmoved and disinterested.
Later I am outside by a rubbish heap. I meet again the Ethiopian man only now his head is much larger. I understand him to be a knowledgeable being. He tells me not to be worried and that he too cannot believe what he has just witnessed in terms of their arrogance and utter stupidity.
I now realise that the being I was interacting with before was definitely the Karmapa, who is known for his magical capacities. We are now linked.
He says,” Things of true importance are always revealed in dreams and visions…”
Dream ends.
Karmapa Dream 27th June 2014
Here is my dream from 27th June 2014.
It starts in a mountain setting. The wife and I are walking along a ridge either side of the ridge the mountain falls away into azure blue mountain lakes. There is no vegetation. The air is crisp and clear. We arrive in a small mountain village and go to our hotel.
Some while after, when we have settled in a young female child comes to visit us. Her eyes are most striking. They are blue despite the fact that she is Tibetan. I tell her she has beautiful eyes and she giggles happily. She says that the Karmapa will see me now and that I am to come to the monastery / palace for instructions. She skips off. She is the Karmapa’s little sister.
That night I go out onto the mountainside and see there the fish rearing pens. They are full of young hatchlings, which are moved from one pool to another as they mature. They must be raised like this otherwise the culture will die out. They change colour as they grow and mature. The pools are guarded by a Tibetan fish stock man who is dressed in traditional ceremonial costume.
I put my hand into the water and the fish swim to it.
The next morning, I go to the palace / monastery and am shown in. Before long I am in the presence of a young man. He shows me around and tells me that they have many visitors. He is wearing monk’s robes. He shows me a long object shaped like a barometer which holds important “relics” in it. It is a staff of office and is “magical”. He lets me take it out of its box and handle it. He repeats,
“We have had many visitors, many delegations…”
He watches how the staff interacts with me. It accepts me.
We must now get you ready to meet the Karmapa, you can meet him here at this mountain cave. He points at a map.
“You must come here at 2AM tomorrow morning. “
“Will you be OK walking in the mountains in the darkness?”
I reply,
“Yes! I was born in the mountains. I will meet you there!”
I know that the young man is in fact the Karmapa.
An older more wizened Tibetan then comes in to speak with me. He is shortish and thickset. He is a combination of Chöje Akong Rinpoche and Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche and his appearance flits between these two.
He shows me a map of both the front and back faces of the mountain. It is in relief. I can zoom into the map to see the detail.
He makes emphasis on a little cabin. This is where the gatekeeper is. He keeps the keys. You will need to get a key from the gatekeeper before you meet the Karmapa.
In the dream I know it will not be the Karmapa who I will meet at the top of the mountain but the Akong / Trungpa being. I say that I will meet “them” there as they are the gatekeeper. This is a non-verbal communication “mind to mind”. This man is insistent upon the protocol, the tradition. The Karmapa however has already seen enough. He is satisfied.
The young man is now sat between two others, one of them is the Akong / Trungpa being. The Karmapa is reciting the mantra “Om Mane Padme Hum” quietly. He looks at me to see if I join in, in deep voice, or not. I do this in my head only. There is a silent acknowledgement between us that he can “hear” me doing this.
I walk out of the palace / monastery with the sensation that the Karmapa is in need of a friend. There is now a sense of inevitability “it” has now changed to when and not if.
Dalai Lama-Karmapa-Gandalf Dream 16-12-21
On top of everything else I have just had this whopper of a dream.
I am sat in a fairly sparse room somewhere in Northern India. It is one of the outbuildings to the complex of the Dalai Lama’s residence. I know this dream to be deep into Vajrayana and so I am already anticipating that things will get a little strange. I go to the door of the building and a small red model car pulls up. It is like an open top version of a modern VW beetle. The car is just big enough for one and the exterior if a very vibrant deep red. The inside is a very dark black. I know the car to be remote controlled. I am being summoned.
I get in the car, and it sets off. It drives me around the building and then up a very steep and very prolonged staircase which it glides up. It then makes a sharp turn and heads into a building. It takes me into a room in which seated in meditation is the Dalai Lama. I get out of the car, and it vanishes.
The Dalai Lama then says, “we have been wondering what to do with you. Please take a stroll with me.”
I accompany him outside and there is a tower like structure in front of us. Near the top there are a pair of white feathered wings. He says, “they are yours; you know. Go get them.”
Instead of climbing up the tower I simply will them down into my hands. I hold them and I integrate them after which they disappear visually, but I know I have embodied them.
The Dalai Lama then berates me a little for being too cooperative and nice. He says that I am too apologetic.
He says that a man must have personality and presence in order to succeed.
In the distance inside his enclosure there are a number of wolves and a male from that enclosure is looking directly at me from a distance. We lock eye to eye.
I then say, “the Dalai Lama is sixth ray?”
“Yes, ask me and you shall be told…”
I think to myself that this is unexpected, a six ray Dalai Lama. Then on reflection why not. Why else would he keep coming back?
We re-enter a building and there are now a number of monks around. One of them is spilling milk on the floor. He is making quite a mess.
We enter the Dalai Lama’s room, and he tells me to clean up the mess. He hands me a small rag. I go to the room and instead of doing it myself I tell one of the others to clean up which he does.
The monks come in and start to kick me.
I sit down, cross legged, now dressed as a Tibetan monk. I put my hands into the thumb touching mudra and start to meditate. The monks and their blows disappear.
I then find myself dressed normally in a room full of monks. They are all sat around a throne upon which sits the Dalai Lama. I am sat next to a young man dressed in robes and with a shaven head.
He says, “do you know who I am?”
“Yes, you are the Karmapa.”
“Do you know who I am?
“Yes, you are the one we call Gandalf. Will you help me?”
“Yes, in any way I can”
We both adopt the hand position of offering and touch our foreheads together.
I awake and think that after a dream drought and with everything else going on that was a veritable whopper.
Dreamyoga 