Can a Jaguar Changes Its Spots?

August 5, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

People can have very fixated images and perceptions of others. They may shoe-horn others into well out of date perceptions. How they remember them can be stuck in a time warp.

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We are watching a TV programme with Eddy Redmayne acting as The Jackal. Even though he is not the same actor, I keep wondering where Wellard or Well Hard the dog is. At the moment in the series highly armed MI6 agents have just been engaged in a massive shoot out near Budapest. The sort of thing that is likely to be an international incident but which serves for dramatic purpose.

Not everything makes sense.

It is very easy to get typecast in the eyes of others. There could be a wildly inaccurate narrative circulating which sticks like glue. Once a visiting Japanese postdoc. famous for his drinking prowess back home decided that he wanted to out-drink me competitively because he had heard my legend. We started drinking after I had already had six pints of Stella unbeknownst and unrevealed to him. I stopped drinking a bit before him and he claimed victory. So there may be a story back in Japan of how he beat a champion drinker in the UK. Not all stories are true but it does not stop their circulation.

People can have their perception locked, very locked.

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Many are not a lot like they once were. Some people change. It is said that the warrior’s path is one of transmutation, transformation and transfiguration. This suggests that the change may be more radical than a cosmetic tinkering.

I’ll wager were I to meet people I was acquainted with two decades ago they would initially interact with me using that out of date context, if they even remembered me at all. There is and was a whole side of me of which most were completely unaware. One student thanked me for my 9 AM winter morning lectures because they gave them a chance to catch up on their sleep in a nice warm lecture theatre. Others have told me that they doubted that boring dead-pan me could be any use to them when they were unwell. After half an hour of quiet chat they were off to see the GP for a mental health consultation and had provisionally booked a session with the on campus councillor.

Few would imagine that I have had dreams of shaman and Jaguars.

Jaguar Dream Link

People struggle to a) notice and b) fully accept change in others, particularly those who they think they know well. Radical change is considered impossible. After all a leopard cannot change its spots.

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What Am I Dealing with Here?

July 25, 2025July 25, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

One of the difficulties I have found is that there is no way of giving someone the heads-up that they might be dealing with something a little unusual {me} in a way which they can take on board and not find weird. Whenever I have tried people have not taken me seriously. They think, it seems, that they already know what they are dealing with. They imagine that I can be easily managed. When something slightly odd happens or I behave in an unexpected manner, they are surprised. There is no point in saying , “I told you so”.

A long time ago in a Maasai village the soon to be head man and trained up proto-village shaman guessed that I would not flinch when he demonstrated a war club stopping very close to my head for the rest of the tourists. He spoke good English having been to school in London. Later he invited me to stay in his hut and at the village whenever I pleased because he sensed the shamanic connection between us. I was welcome as a brother. At the time I was a young lecturer in physical chemistry at Imperial College. He did not know that and in the context, it was wholly irrelevant. We were having fun; our eyes were singing.

People make assumptions and judge a book by the cover all the time. Here I know that I have been “read” by several “witches” and they know that I know that they have read me.

Following on from the dream this morning the Jaguar Shamans are an anthropological fact and were put forward for UNESCO consideration.

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Traditional knowledge of the jaguar shamans of Yuruparí

Colombia

Inscribed in 2011 (6.COM) on the Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity

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I am fairly confident that were I to observe / participate in some kind of ritual I could probably follow what was going on and refrain from either scoffing or shitting my pants. If some anthropomorph arrived I would not be surprised.

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It might be hard to reconcile this with skill and ability in using femtosecond Ti: Sapphire pumped parametric oscillators. There is no contradiction in me.

There is a tendency for people to pooh-pooh things which they know little about and certainly do not understand. Strangely the more clever people deem themselves to be, the more likely they are to pooh-pooh, which is mildly illogical. I have mentioned premature omniscience as a recurring theme.

People can be overly confident that they know what they are dealing with when they have next to zero idea. They can blunder in, try to blag their way out and make a complete arse / tit / wanker of themselves. They may not even notice, imaging that they got away with it. Whatever that means.

I have mentioned the shoe-horn of ought and should, this is the tool by which people stretch their confirmation biases to fit evidence which might be a bit iffy for a fit to their bias. I’ll wager that were I to take someone alone out into the woods at night and light a campfire, I could alter their perception as the hours went by. Just before dawn, my hour of power, I could freak them out, no matter how utterly rational they imagined themselves to be. I can howl in a manner which alters.

People can over estimate their knowledge, skills and scope of understanding. The phenomenon of arrogance is common, that arrogance can get people into trouble. Not necessarily in the world of the mundane, but deep in the spirit world where the deep magic still lives. Where that magic is of a non-mundane kind.

People can get the wrong end of the stick about what they are dealing with…

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

July 25, 2025July 25, 2025 ~ quantumdreamer ~ 1 Comment

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.