Prodigal Son – Dreamyoga

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In the Jason Bourne series of films the main protagonist leaves the CIA enhanced kill programme and is pursued on and off by his erstwhile employers. To them he is always Jason Bourne and they cannot let go of this identity. Captain Webb has no intention of coming in from the cold as a returning prodigal. He tries his best to renounce his assassin ways. Since he has been gone many shenanigans continue at the CIA which are covert from the normal governmental authorities. There are iffy “black programmes”. It is all very dodgy, suspect, political and Webb is seen as a threat. The corrupt CIA members cannot believe that Webb does not want to return home for the metaphorical fatted calf.

No gang or group from which there are prodigals or renunciates can ever accept that someone might do that. That is taboo and unthinkable. Garry Glitter can’t believe those that joined his gang ratted on him. The prodigal is never forgiven. The gang, the us, is tantamount.

The prodigal becomes the subject of gossip and hearsay. Because they are not there they cannot defend themselves and people are free to invent and propagate whatever they wish. There will be no contradiction.

Consequently Lauren Cooper’s reputation precedes her.

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People feel free to disrespect the house of Cooper and intimate that her dad is pikey.

Captain Webb has no idea what has transpired since he left all those decades ago. The evidence suggests that all is not well in the state of Denmark, forsooth.

Webb is on the run, off the grid in so far as he can be. He wants to live but is haunted by the past and the narratives thereof which occasionally find him.

The tendrils are far-reaching. The reach of the CIA is global; his former employers are quite literally everywhere…

At every turn there is hazard for David Webb…

They want him gone, finished, caput…

There is no rest for Webb it seems.

They simply will not let go….

One from the vaults…

Here is one of my three dreaming segments from last night…

I am sat with others in a circle on small individual chairs. The feeling is like some kind of group discussion / therapy. We are discussing the prodigal son. Fi gets up and says that the parable is all about profligacy and sin. She maintains that the son in question is wasteful and does not respect material things. I say that the prodigal son sees the lack of value amongst the material things after his many incarnations. He develops humility and is no longer drawn to the earthly. Hence, he returns to the father, the source. Nevertheless, normal humanity sees only the materiality and deeply resents the prodigal for wasting that to which they are attached.

A little while later I am walking through the centre and bump into a Rastafarian who is younger than me and has bright shiny eyes. He asks if I am the dude who defended the prodigal son? Yes. He asks if I know the true meaning of Melchizedek. Yes. I explain to him that for quite a while I was drawn to Rastafarian mysticism. He asks me to lend him a cd. I go over to my pile. We are now somehow in Brixton. I explain to him that I used to live here a long while ago. I shuffle through my CDs and find Prodigal Son by Steel Pulse. Jah Rastafari.

I move around the centre and am broadly accepted by everyone there. Word has gotten around about me. I try to leave the centre and follow a winding spiral staircase which goes through various flats. I arrive at a back door. I open it and step outside. Now I am being chased by a young black guy. I stop and say, “hit me if you wish. I meant no harm.” He considers this for a moment and then says, “nah, just don’t do it again.” He walks off.

In the dream I know that this is advising me that although the familiar is tempting going back to old haunts does not really work.

Dream ends.

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