Recapitulation of the Waking Dream

Are you sure that, as you read this, you are not dreaming.

 Are you fully awake and certain of your notions of reality?

One could suggest that each incarnation is the dream of the power within, the soul, the reincarnating Jiva. You the dreamed are currently living the dream of the dreamer, the real you. Therefore, it makes sense to write down the content of the dream to see if you can make sense of it.

In the Toltec teachings one is encouraged to recapitulate an entire life right back to the moment of birth, but to do so in an honest and non-biased manner. In 2007 I finished my recapitulation which effectively started 1995-6 when I had a severe bout of clinical depression. Retrospect suggests that my power within, my Soul, was not happy with the way I was living my life and pulled the plug so-to speak.

Few have the clarity on what their current life is all about. In order to gain clarity one can look at what your life and the people in it are reflecting for you. They are your mirrors and mirrors never lie. But you must be honest. If for example you see other people scheming and executing cunning plans, then in order to see the cunning plans, perhaps everywhere, you must have experience of executing cunning plans yourself, otherwise how would you recognise them?


In working with mirrors, it is necessary to recapitulate your entire life, from the present moment right back to the moment of birth. Such a recapitulation demands a level of honesty which is only attainable through an act of ruthlessness. Ruthlessness must begin with yourself. Only when ruthlessness has replaced self-pity can you achieve the sobriety needed in order to discriminate with wisdom.


Gaining accurate ruthless honesty is not facile. People can have a tendency to self-coruscating criticism or imagine butter does not melt in their mouth, that everything is somebody else’s fault. One can oscillate from criticism to denial and blame. Responsibility for events and behaviours can be hard to accept, the fingers of some are often ready to point, unless with responsibility comes blame.

Getting an accurate and honest balance takes a while, there are things which may be difficult to accept. Once you have done this, acceptance, the things no longer have power over you. You are metaphorically free of your past and your stories about it. You may find that your stories are in fact a pack of lies.

Here is a part of my recapitulation summary chart which I have been looking at this afternoon.

I have been looking at it because a dream the other day suggested that I did. The overarching notion was that I literally had to resign in 2006 because there is no way that I could have done my exacting job and handled all that was to unfold 2007 onwards.

I have been pointed at a dream I had during the global financial crash 2007-8 which follows this post.

Recollections and Story

Over the last few days, I have been having problems with my osteo-arthritis. I saw the physio on Monday and as a result had pain. I am not yet taking medication. I have arthritis in both hips and my lower spine. There is also arthritis in my cervical spine with two herniated discs and a narrowing of the spinal canal. There is pressure on my spinal cord and from time to time my fingers are symptomatic from the hernias. I am worn out and my movement is rigid and slightly spastic. I cannot stand for long times.

As such I have a growing empathy for the character Wotan Wagner in the Ragnarök series here pictured with Thor or ᚦᚢᚱ.

Intellectually I know that one day I too may need a mobility scooter. It is a moot point whether or not I cark it before then. I don’t sense longevity in me.

I am due to have a catch up call over the internet in a few days’ time and it is occurring to me that it will be very difficult to explain, to tell the story of what happened to me in the interceding years. Which version do I give?

How might I turn my recollections into a credible story?

If I do not omit huge chunks, will I come across as bat-shit crazy?

There are some things which I do not believe that I can convey to anyone.

I am not being arrogant here; I am making an honest assessment of impossibility.

Only one person in the world has much of an idea. I have never strung it all together before. Which pointed me at a possible vanity project, an autobiography.

I have a recapitulation chart 1964-2007 upstairs which might help.

Because of the eternal now, I have poor recollection of physical plane events which might be the substance of a regular autobiography. I have annotations of meditations and dreams but without checking with my wife I would struggle to piece things back together in the mundane world.

I don’t really have a narrative, an operational legend per se.

If someone asked me, I have no idea how I might account for my life…in toto.

Weird…