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Dream Interpretation / Fingers Growing Out of My Vulva
« on: May 27, 2020, 01:57:23 PM »
Hello there , I came across your page after searching for answers of this weird dream I had today.. You seem to be a dream guru.. I wonder if you could help me? I dreamed that I had fingers growing out of my vulva. They were in pairs, there were about 5-6 pairs growing. I could feel them.. I have no idea where this came from and I wasn’t able to wake up. My eyes were closed but I couldn’t lift my head & I knew at that point I was dreaming. I woke up seeing glimpeses of a gray/black face, I was trying to get my eyesight correct but by then the face had faded away.. I just don’t know why did I have such a disgusting dream? I’ve tried googling everything but nothing matches my experience.. any help will be so much help.. thank u

I’d thought I’d add that these hands , these hands were hands of someone very very old.. Pyt
 

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Questions about dreams / What Happens When We Die?
« on: May 05, 2020, 10:56:34 AM »
Links to main sections: Memory of Past Life – What Happens When I Die? – People’s Experience of Dying – It Isn’t So Difficult To Be in Touch With Our Dead
What do you think happens after our bodies die? Do we become unconscious and non-existent any more? Do we go to “heaven”? Do we reincarnate?

I personally think we reincarnate and learn new things in each new life, but am wondering what you all think and if any of your OBEs or lucid dreams have altered your original view of what you think occurs after our bodies die? – Mithokey

Mithokey – Yes I know we do reincarnate – but I think my thoughts on this are seen better in http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/reincarnation-and-dreams/ And in http://dreamhawk.com/interesting-people/rudolph-steiners-philosophy-of-life-and-death/ and also in http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/near-death-experiences/

 You asked whether my recent experiences have altered my views. Well yes, they have been deepened. Here is something I experienced, not in a dream but while awake.

I started by imagining myself standing in the shadows of The House of the Ancestors – a great dream I experienced.  Then we walked together into the darkness.  The subjective images took on a life of their own and I saw we were walking in a large underground space like great catacombs.  The light was dim but we could see our surroundings, and not very far into the cave like space was a tomb on our right.  It had the form of a low wall about a foot high in an oblong, and the wall surrounded a long stone in the centre, which was roughly body shaped.

As we drew level with the tomb an enormous change occurred in me.  Suddenly I became a woman.  It was no longer imagination.  I was now completely experiencing myself as a woman whose tomb we had approached.  As such I was torn by an immense pain of loss.  As my complete identification deepened my body curled up with the pain as I was torn by wretched crying.  Suzanne told me my voice changed as I cried out again and again for release from the pain of losing all my children, my husband, even my parents.  My hands were clawing my legs in an effort to express the misery, and I was screaming that I could not bear to live any longer with such pain.  I cried out to God to take me, for there was nothing left for me to live for.  “Why?  Why did this happen to me?  Why has everything I loved been taken from me?”

There was no response to these awful cries and tearing sobs.  But slowly a shift began.  It seemed to me as an observer witnessing this awful pain that by entering this place the spirit of that woman had woken in me.  But as she had died in such unresolved agony of loss, that is what was met when she was awoken.  But gradually she realised she was alive again in a new way.  She began to recognise that I was holding her within me.  Because I was not frightened of pain and emotions, the misery could play itself out in me.  And because my understanding of what was happening flowed into her awareness, she slowly saw and felt her loss in a different way.  In fact, we were both realising she was experiencing resurrection as she was now aware pf being apart of my consciousness, and that in turn meant there was no final death as believed by many.  Therefore, there was no loss as she had originally felt it.

At this point, something truly incredible occurred.  She and I both realised she was one of my past dwelling places.  But for her the viewpoint was slightly different; for she saw me as a continuation of a life that she had failed to be a part of because of the awful pain of loss. It had kept her from flowing into what was her future as part of my life.

From my perspective, she was one of the past dwelling places the spirit that was at the core of my present personality had lived in as her.  She was not one of my lives, because the personality that I am was unique and had not lived that woman’s life, but my spirit had. Because she was now part of me and me of her I asked her what she had brought into my life. Her reply was, “A woman’s love”.

But it is worth remembering that a single cell, which is a seed from which all life forms evolved from, doesn’t become old or die because it is immortal, for it keeps dividing and doesn’t die. In dividing it constantly creates copies of itself, but as it does  so it gathers new experience, it changes what is copied, so becomes the ‘seed’ for multi-cellular organism. We all started from the original one cell, and we, you and I,  are the result of gathered experience.

So no plant or creature grows from a dead seed, and each living seed carries within it all the past gathered from all its forebears. So, the seed in your mother’s womb was as old as and even older than human kind, and you carry that wisdom or memories in you. But in this life you developed a new brain, and the memories, education and programming you gathered this time are what you built your personality from, but beneath that is a very ancient self. To explore it see https://dreamhawk.com/approaches-to-being/opening-to-life/

 What Happens When I Die?
A huge mistake many people make when considering death is that they are certain the body is them. We have been taught that the basic part of us is atoms. So as such we were just physical bodies, with a physical brain, and of course as a physical body we know it can be destroyed or die. But in 1900 an amazing new science was born. It said that our basic being is not atoms but sub- atomic-particles, and that questioned much of past statements.

For example light was thought as the fastest one could achieve; but the sub-atomic-particles were seen to be everywhere at once. Also it was seen that a human observer could change the sub-atomic-particles, suggesting that we in some way create the world around us. Also the term quantum ghosts was defined, because quantum phenomena can pass through any solid object – just as we can do when experiencing a so called out of body experience. The implications of the theorem are enormous. Something can be in two places at once. Apparently distant objects, or people, are intricately linked in an immediate way. There is no separate existence as we previously thought. Our view of the world is not one supported by the facts of physics. Time and space are transcended. David Bohm, an eminent physicist, goes as far as to say that all things in our observable universe are inextricable linked. Nothing has separate existence.

Death of the body occurs when the body is badly injured, has suffered a bad illness or is dying from old age and so cannot support the intricacies of consciousness, then consciousness can longer function in the body. Consciousness, from what I now understand it to be, was never fully in the body so never left it. That because consciousness exists at another dimension and so simply uses the body, acts through the brain and nervous system to gain experience of the three dimensional world and its joys, pains and difficulties. And because we see life and death mostly through our three dimension view we believe we ‘leave’ our body in so called ‘out of body experiences’. As I say, simply a three dimensional view.

To quote the recent view of quantum physics, “This suggests that the fundamental particles of our body exist beyond time and space, and if a dream touches this level then it expresses a very different experience of time. Yet we still hear scientists talking about the boundary of  the speed of light. This difficulty in crossing the boundary of knowing into the unknown is a sort of general blindness most of us suffer. The implications of the theorem are enormous. Something can be in two places or conditions at once. Apparently distant objects, or people, are intricately linked in an immediate way. There is no separate existence as we previously thought.”

After the death of the body you are now fully in the dimension of the dream. As such you experience, as in dreams, surroundings and people and animals that appear as external and solid. You will usually see yourself in the body you experienced in the last life, but it may be younger without any illness, and you may feel as if you have woken for the first time because your mind, your awareness, is super alert. Also, sometimes, people who had never known that you survive after your body has died feel as if they are still alive in a body, and create dreams in which those people they know that are still alive in their body are visible to them, but because the living people cannot see or respond to them,which slowly leads the dead person to gradually realises a huge change has happened to them.

We are in the dream world because our physical life is now gone and so we are left with our consciousness – no body. When we lose awareness of our body in sleep we dream. because dreams are the next level of consciousness we have developed apart from our body senses, unless we have done so in other ways. We actually have a huge range of levels of awareness, the swing between waking and sleeping can be seen as the extremes within the possibilities of our experience. For in waking awareness we have the sense of being in a body with only  a small range of perception, and feel we exist as an individual. But in sleep, apart from dreams we now longer are aware of being an individual with a body, but are  a bodiless consciousness. See Dimensions of Human Experience – Bodiless

Are you a stranger in a strange world or an experienced traveller?

But usually just after death we often go to the next level we have developed – dream imagery. In this dimension we are in a wider awareness, in this wider awareness you leave the limited view of the three dimensional world most of us are trapped in, and enter a world beyond time and space, but being unused to it we mostly continue as in dreams creating a world we knew in the body. But we are capable of experiencing many other wonders than being trapped either in bodily limitations or bodiless consciousness.

You are a shapeshifter in this realm, and can be any of the characters you know or dreamt of. That is how you get their power and wisdom. The femaleness or maleness we usually feel ourselves to be must not be confused with personality. The conscious personality is a very flexible and shape shifting thing. It can be male, female, animals or any thing, a tree or just Life itself – for here in shapeshifting we can get to know our whole range of experience. See Archetype of the Shapeshifter - https://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/archetype-of-the-shapeshifter/

But maturing into a real shapeshifter is not done by acting it out by trying to be the opposite sex. Integrating our opposite does not mean dressing up in male or female clothes, or even having an operation. That is further developing an unbalanced self. Integration means having both the female and the male self equally developed. That is wholeness. So, being firmly male, female or homosexual are all unbalanced. It takes courage and hard work to achieve the being without form.


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Hello Tony,

I wonder if you could help me interpret my very weird dream?
I dreamt I met my dead grandfather (whom I never met in real life)

Without a word he took of his penis and handed it to me. That was it!
I never actually looked at it but was handed it?
Many thanks - A

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Anxiety is a normal part of life, except as humans we do not deal with it well. I have some bird feeders outside the window where I sit and write, and all the time the birds are looking everywhere even between pecks. In humans it would be a sign of great anxiety. They do not suffer the negative effects of anxiety because they express it all the time in their actions. As human we tend to bottle it all up or are frightened of it.

Your love and care for your child or children can trigger your mothering instincts with a vengeance. Being female and a mother holds with it an enormously increased anxiety about your children. You see all manner of things that might be a threat, and I believe that is what such dreams show. Your imagination for such dangers is enormously increased. This is natural in all mammals, and acts as a warning making you aware. It helps to check whether your child or children are okay, and if they are, say to the part of you that is worried, “It’s okay, I checked, but thanks for keeping me on my toes, you can relax now.”

When my son Leon was working for a year prior to entering Cambridge University, he met people who owned wolfhounds, and often walked the dogs. I went with him a couple of times. The dogs were kept in a large pen, and owner went to get the keys for the pen. While we were waiting at the door one of the dogs, a bitch, was kept in the house.

The bitch came to the door to look at us, then ran back, only to reappear again a few moments later to look at us anxiously. This was repeated a few times. I asked my son if she had pups and he said yes. So as soon as she saw we were strangers she rushed back to her pups to check they were okay. Then, for the short period we were there she continued to come and look at us with obvious tension, and then run back to check her pups.

This is most likely about your anxiety about caring for your baby, or it might also have a link with feelings you have about something that happened to you as a baby. It might help if you imagine yourself in your dream – while awake – and hold the baby and see if you can change what happens to your baby, hold the baby till it is okay and healthy. You might need to do this a number of times to succeed. See Secrets of Power Dreaming

Example: Hello, I am a single mom. My son Just turned 7 two days ago. I have had numerous dreams where he has died or the dream will be as of I can’t find him. I Just had a dream about my son and he was playing with some friends and one of them knocked at my door and said that my son was going to die. This woke me straight up out of my sleep. My son gets to the point now to where he wants to be independent at times and I try to tell him he can’t do the things he sees other big kids doing because he’s still so small. I am so protective of my son and don’t want to lose him. I wish I could stop having these dreams where he’s dead, or dies,or I Just simply lose sight of him in my dreams. I worry about him all the time when he’s not with me. What can I do.

And here is Anna’s reply: What I have found helpful with my children is to become more creative with this process. Often our fears make that we only see what could go wrong and it makes that we respond to any request with “you cannot do the things you see other big kids doing because you are still so small” and with that approach we have also sealed the door to any alternative. And so I learned to negotiate with myself and with my son. There is always room to find something your son CAN do, which will bring him one step closer to what he sees other kids are doing, without him going “all the way yet”. Sometimes this implies that he has to practice certain things first with you, before you can trust him to do it on his own.

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Dream Interpretation / Chasing Someone for a Bag of Money
« on: April 09, 2020, 11:58:52 AM »
Hello, I just woke up from a dream and it's 4 am. I dreamt that I was chasing someone for a bag of money that had been stolen, then my grandma and I arrive at an airport where she buys lots of soap bars, this is normal since she loves them. On the other side people are in a line to get on the planes going to S.A. which I have no idea what it means. The plane before ours takes off and without getting far, crashes on the water and a guy with a gun starts shooting at everyone. My grandma and I try to hide but ends up shooting us. What does this mean, please help I'm worried. Yuliet Aira

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Healing Dreams / The Amazing Book
« on: April 01, 2020, 01:40:22 PM »
This morning at about 3am I was woken by an amazing dream, probably one of the most amazing dreams of my life. It started while I was asleep. I was in a spare piece of ground which was on the corner of a walk I lived in after the war. It had been a house but now I knew it was flat and slightly overgrown. There were stairs leading down to what must have been a basement. But I, with indeterminate sex, was sitting in the middle of this place with several others in the area. It was somewhat private as my memory is that it had a twelve foot wooden fence around it.
    
I was sitting with a great book in my lap, and I knew or was informed in some way that the book was special as only a few were available, and I had the book through an amazing sequence of coincidences. In fact the book had been promised to a man for his birthday, but had given up his right to it when he found out I had requested it or sought it.
 
At first I didn’t know much about the book, but was constantly informed by an immediate intuition what I should do with the book. I had it open to a page and I was told that I could go in any direction, so I took one of the sentences in the book and said it – I want that. And now as a woman I admitted to myself that I wanted to have sex with a very attractive young man who was looking at me. I had only just thought this when the young man, seeing my interest in the book, came over and we started talking. Subsequently we did have sex.
 
And that was my introduction to the  power of the book. At this point I began to wake and a very distinct voice spoke to me telling me that I could follow the directions or suggestions in the book, or choose to strike out in any new direction by making a decision to do so. Or if I was uncertain then I could stick my index fingernail into the edge of the closed pages and open the book at random page. He told me that this might be difficult because the book had not been used and it needed effort to pull the book open to each new page; not that I had any awareness of it.
 
At this point the man who was instructing me became very real to me although an invisible presence. I started to think and visualise what I would like to do. I saw myself walking up to a stranger and asking them if I could talk with them for a while, explaining that it was because of an unusual dream I had experienced. But then I realised the power of the book and thought I would like others to be able to use it.
 
After I had made that decision the man now told me – I was now a man – that he would give me the book. It seemed necessary and he asked me to hold my hands ready and he put it in my hands, explaining that this was The Book of Life – my life or whoever used the book. He intimated that it was not an external book but in giving it me it had become conscious and I had been in  possession of the book, that in my  own mind could be also called The Book of Decisions. And at some point I was told that if I approached a person or an opportunity and they were not interested or said no, then I should not pester them or keep trying but walk away – unless there is a very different approach that worked.
 
Then all sort of wonderful things happened, although I cannot recall the sequence of them. For instance he said that I had made a choice of my partner, Ros. And the quality of our love that had survived things that many other relationships would have been shipwrecked by anger and bitterness, was a source of great creativeness. Then slowly his voice no longer seemed to an external voice but was a part of my being, a sort of higher awareness. I was directed to ask myself where I had got the book in the first place, and saw myself back in that spare ground standing on the steps down to a basement, running away from my friend Eddie. He had a small chrome plated revolver with at least one live round in it and was pointing it directly at my face. I cannot remember being terribly afraid, but I did feel awful with him pointing a gun at me. And it was then I made a decision – that I wasn’t aware of at the time – that I would never taunt anyone like that. And that decision was a shaping  influence in my life. (The business with the revolver actually happened, though I had forgotten until asked the question).
 
From that a whole sequence of decisions was seen. I saw how I made a decision to stay with my first wife D when another woman came offering to be my partner – and then again when I was asked by S if I wanted to go with her. I decided I couldn’t leave my children. It was a hard learned lesson. And yet when I walked  out on my family with D years later I did it easily – but faced years of terrible guilt. So, the lesson that was learnt was to meet the consequences of the choices, and in meeting the awful pain instead of running away, it always leads to some level of an enlightening experience. Running away presses one deeper into pain that is hidden and can lead to illness.
 
As I was experiencing an overview of my life I could see that who I was had been shaped by the choices I made.
 
I had a distinct feeling that if I presented the book to  others it would bring in a new chapter of my life, with a lot more contact and opportunity. It felt a real dawning after a long night of my  life. In fact it felt like culmination of my life.
 
I saw that after that we could  live anywhere we chose in a beautiful location with plenty of room. And then came the question I had on my mind for ages – can I ever escape from being trapped in the discipline of working every day to answer all the emails. I was shown the misery I had caused many people in the past, sometimes over lifetimes, and I was assured that the work I am doing is a recompense, a burning out  of that darkness, and when it is finished it will again be a new day dawning.
 
Oh yes – another question on my mind was who am I – what is behind me or my actions. How this came about was that the voice was clear in me – my own inner voice but with much authority and conviction. I had struggled with this question for days, and the voice said to me, “Are you ready to see this?” I answered yes and was told to now wait and watch. And there it was – the darkness, the void that is everything and yet is nothing. And it was explained that I had known it since I was a teenager, and had never fully accepted it – or at least never really understood its place in life. I had always felt it was a far distant thing, not an ever present daily experience. Yet now I could look back on my life, and I realised that we became what we are by our choices. Our choices materialise a potential that is within the darkness. That is a great secret. A secret I had realised many years ago and are still trying to live. See https://dreamhawk.com/uncategorized/things-i-wished-i-had-had-been-taught-earlier-in-my-life/

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I had a very disturbing dream. I was in a big warehouse and waiting for employees to leave. At first I was talking to employees then I hid so they didn’t know I was still there when they locked up. When the building was empty I went over to my dead body in another room where I began dismembering it… starting with my head. But my head wasn’t just cut off; I sliced it in half with a chainsaw before dismembering the rest. Then I was trying to figure out ways to dispose of my body discretely so no one would find out about it. I was quite shaken when I woke up. I have never had such an awful, disturbing dream.

Rachel


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Greetings / Dream Incubation
« on: March 10, 2020, 10:15:16 AM »
Tony, I'm taking a course on dream interpretation on-line. It's called Universalclass. I'm on lesson 2 and it's going over the history of dreams and the rituals of "dream incubation". I was thrilled to see they used one of your articles for study. I've often asked very specific questions before going to sleep in hopes for answers In the dream state. I had no idea I was using a version of an ancient ritual. Anyway loved your article and the new perception that my subconscious is my best friend. Thanks!

Debbie

See https://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/incubating-dreams/ and https://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/secrets-power-dreaming/ and https://dreamhawk.com/inner-life/using-your-intuition-1/

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Dream Interpretation / Heart Racing With Fear
« on: March 09, 2020, 09:23:24 AM »
Kalee
(looking for guidance and someone with a little time to help me on a group of dreams that are all related)

I have had reoccurring dreams of being in an empty, old almost pitch dark house (which the house is always empty and different everytime) Im casting evil spirits away and I’m going into every dark room saging and blessing the home. I have other reoccurring dreams where I’m saying the Lord’s prayer (this time in a sunny home fully furnished but again unfamiliar) and something I can’t see almost squeezes my vocal cords and it won’t allow me to finish the prayer.. that one truly makes me cringe. A similar dream happened weeks later (with the same house/location in the house/sunny light) but instead of feeling like my vocal cords were squeezed I saw an evil mirrored image of myself and we were facing eachother but it was like if I was the entity, I then said in a very evil sinister tone.. “and I’m not even baptised!” I have also had one dream of being awoken by something (this time at home), I get up and start walking towards the bathroom hallway and feeling like my something won’t let me walk and not allowing me to move and in this dream I’m very scared.. creepy that I woke up from this and I was in the exact position as I was in the dream, and had that heart racing with fear.

My question really is are they related somehow? Honestly when I start having bad intense dreams I sage and sleep easier. Should I be worried? Or am I missing something of importance? Just don’t know who to ask, and I cannot seem to find clarification or onsite anywhere. Thanks and God bless!

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A few years ago I kept a journal religiously, but lost interest and stopped noting my dreams. During a major clean-up this weekend I found my dream diary and was stunned to see many dreams were signs of what followed in my life years after. Most of them at that time didn't make any sense but now I'm quite curious.
Dreamer

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“It began with a knotted feeling in stomach, went inside myself and found a lump that I had kept deep within that no one could touch or ever has done. I spilt the lump and there appeared two halves of a walnut with a picture of my mother and father in each half as they were when I was a child. As I looked the two halves crumpled into dust. This was the secret I have carried since childhood, that I had parents, unlike the other children in the orphanage, yet the truth was I too was left behind in the orphanage by my parents. The emotions really came to the surface and I really cried. After this wave passed, I was left in a very passive state. I then went into the telephone box that I had dreamt of, and tried to make the call to reconnect, but again another shock, there was nobody to connect with, again the realisation that I was an orphan. Another great wave of emotion tore me apart. I then turned toward the dogs – also in the dream - as they came at me, I began to feel the sickness that I have always experienced in sessions but I just shrugged and let the feeling wash over me. It felt like I have always ended up in hell by that route, and I realised afterwards that hell is hell and will never be anything else.

I felt that there was something deeper and so I kept to a centre line, again there was no feeling and so I turned toward the god dream that I had when Rob was here. The look of total love for me in those eyes gave me the strength to trust my own process. I then went into fantasy, God holding my hand and picking up all the people and events in my life and placing them all together on a stone altar, which he then placed me upon and told me to surrender and allow myself to die. This I did and images of great waterfalls, and molten lava flows filled my being. Then the crisis broke through, and there I was in the kids’ home as my father was leaving. I saw myself, or I should say my being go out to him. I felt that if I loved him, he wouldn’t leave us. I then saw that I was already bonded to my mother and in that moment of transference there was guilt and I was caught in the middle, then he left creating a schism in which was left in my spine with a personality on either side. Schizophrenia is the word to that covers this state about: Schizophrenia a mental disease marked by a breakdown in the relation between thoughts, feelings, and actions, frequently accompanied delusions and retreat from social life. I then felt what I would call the primal scream emerge from my being and then I was through. I then saw the dogs as my anxieties that have taken up two thirds of my being constantly tearing me apart, also saw that as a kid I didn’t have enough information to redirect the energy elsewhere, but now I had taken a step beyond it.”

K

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Dream Interpretation / A Series of Dreams
« on: February 25, 2020, 08:45:11 AM »

Hi Tony,

Hope all good at your end.

Seeking your expertise after a long time.  Just to put some facts here, so that the interpretation might be easier.  I left my job in advertising 7 months ago, because of stress, health issues and boredom. My mom's death two months ago was another big thing that happened during this period.  My relationship with my mother was rough, but her death has still been difficult to accept on many levels.  I am having disturbing dreams post her death, and I am not sure if all of these are inter-related.   

1. My elder sister, (who was Mom's care taker in her last couple of years) and I enter a white room, expectantly and excitedly. Its a bare room, there is no furniture there. We look around, and I see that even the paint/wall paper on the wall has been peeled and taken away by my mother and elder brother.  Then I am running around to ensure that my sister is alright and taken care of. When I get to her place, she is lying on a white bed with neat white quilt on top of her. Completely covered from head to toe. When I approach her, she removes the quilt from her face, and looks happy.  She has sparkling eyes and is wearing a teal coloured shirt. We exchange dialogue that I don't remember.

2. Its the old house, where I grew up. In the dream its still in its semi constructed state.  It has two rooms. The better room is occupied by a younger brother and elder sister.  And I am in the other less developed room. It has rained heavily and it has flooded the "better" of the two rooms.  The water is muddy. There is muddy water standing around the back of the house too. My elder brother, wearing white, goes to inspect it.  Somewhere I am trying to attract attention of a modern woman, that someone should do something about the flood, but she says what can she do?!  From the less developed room I see white, bright clouds have parted and I can see the blue sky. I can also see an orange arc (like a rainbow) on the sky.  I ask myself if its the sunset or is the sun is still out.  And I feel that the sunlight behind the clouds became stronger!

3. I am in my current apartment. In one of the actual rooms, I am changing clothes. My attire includes starched white trousers (that I wear in real life too), and on top of it, I wear a brown, loose, starched shirt, with long sleeves.  The end of the long sleeves has embroidered pattern with gold, silver and maroon. Kind of sequined. And its a design pattern that I never wear in real life. As I adjust the sleeves around my wrist, I realize the sleeves are stiff (like metal), and the end of the sleeves (the entire design pattern) has rusted and becomes dust in my hand.  Simultaneously, cracks appear on the peach coloured floor tiles of the room, and it gets so bad that one can see the dark earth underneath the broken pieces of the tile.  I am scared with the embroidery turning into rust, and as the floor starts cracking, I run to my sister in the lounge, asking myself whats happening? Mom wearing white is standing in the lounge too, more like a spirit than a human. But before my sister could give a response, I wake up.

Looking forward to your insights Tony.

Love
Rumana

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I know from personal experience what it is like to talk as the apparently dead to the living. This is because I had an extraordinary out of body experience while in the 'raf in Germany. I had suddenly felt as if I were shooting upwards and experienced a feeling of coming out of pressure and was now free – like a cork out of a bottle. I found myself standing in our sitting room at home in London. It was such an astonishing experience I stood in shock looking down at my body, feeling it and trying to understand.

My body felt solid and real and I was dressed in outdoor clothes not my pyjamas. Then with great enthusiasm I looked up and saw my mother sitting alone knitting, our Alsatian dog lying asleep in front of the gas fire. I felt sure my mother would see me because I felt physically present and absolutely and vitally awake in a way I had never experienced before. So I called out to her, “Mum, look what has happened.” She stopped knitting for a moment but obviously didn’t see me or hear me. So I felt if I shouted this would reach her. “Mum” I shouted, “look it’s me Tony”.

There was no obvious sign that she had heard me, but two things did happen. One was that I saw or realised that she had an upstairs side of her and a downstairs side. Her upstairs (conscious) side had no awareness of me, but her downstairs side (unconscious) gave me a wonderful welcome and I had the awareness of us knowing each other in a formless love. Then at the same time my dog must have heard me shout because he woke and came rushing to me and was so full of love for me he rushed around where I stood barking and showing his joy. I later heard from my mother saying she had had been alone that night as my father was out, and she had seen the dog get up and bark and jump around for no apparent reason.

I learned enormous and important lessons from that. I saw that because I was present without a physical body my mother couldn’t hear me. She needed physical sound to know I was present, but yet another part of her knew and responded. So I saw that if she had thought of me or spoken to me I would know, even though she might not be able to hear my reply – unless she was a medium or learned to be aware of thoughts.

Try This Experiment
While I worked as a psychotherapist for twenty years I witnessed several ordinary people convincingly talk to and with their so called dead.
I know from personal experience what it is like to talk as the apparently dead to the living. This is because I had an extraordinary out of body experience. I had suddenly felt as if I were shooting upwards and experienced a feeling of coming out of pressure and was now free – like a cork out of a bottle. I found myself standing in our sitting room at home in London. It was such an astonishing experience I stood in shock looking down at my body, feeling it and trying to understand.

My body felt solid and real and I was dressed in outdoor clothes not my pyjamas, also there was. Then with great enthusiasm I looked up and saw my mother sitting alone knitting, our Alsatian dog lying asleep in front of the gas fire. I felt sure my mother would see me because I felt physically present and absolutely and vitally awake in a way I had never experienced before. So I called out to her, “Mum, look what has happened.” She stopped knitting for a moment but obviously didn’t see me or hear me. So I felt if I shouted this would reach her. “Mum” I shouted, “look it’s me Tony”.

There was no obvious sign that she had heard me, but two things did happen. One was that I saw or realised that she had an upstairs side of her and a downstairs side. Her upstairs (conscious) side had no awareness of me, but her downstairs side (unconscious) gave me a wonderful welcome and I had the awareness of us knowing each other in a formless love. Then at the same time my dog must have heard me shout because he woke and came rushing to me and was so full of love for me he rushed around where I stood barking and showing his joy. I later heard from my mother saying she had had been alone that night as my father was out, and she had seen the dog get up and bark and jump around for no apparent reason.

I learned enormous and important lessons from that. I saw that because I was present without a physical body my mother couldn’t hear me. She needed physical sound to know I was present, but yet another part of her knew and responded. So I saw that if she had thought of me or spoken to me I would know, even though she might not be able to hear my reply – unless she was a medium or learned to be aware of thoughts.

Diving into the Death World
While I worked as a psychotherapist for twenty years I witnessed several ordinary people convincingly talk to and with their so called dead.

 To say, “I am not a medium so I cannot talk with my dead son” is like a brick wall that we have created and cannot get through.

"All you need to do is to imagine your son and talk to him, explaining. I know it sounds simple but it is. Communication with the dead is easy, but we make such a big thing of it." 

 Remember that at death we have no physical organs to speak through, so it all has to be done what we think through thoughts and emotions. So at that level of thoughts we create huge difficulties by thinking “I am not a medium so I cannot talk with my dead son” it is like a brick wall that we have created and cannot get through. Thoughts and imagination are incredible powerful and are real at the level of dreams and the dead – and of course our own inner world. 

Example: For a start, you are making a mistake because your son isn’t buried there. It is only his body, which is like shell that can be outgrown. And why do you muddy the water by crying about him instead of being quiet and communicate with him. Such miserable feelings are communicated to outr dead, so why continue to torture them. When we die we go into a very different experience of being, one that gives an enormously enlarged opportunity to them. Unlike older cultures we are not taught how to listen to our loved dead. Also people expect the dead to talk to them as if they were alive – making physical sounds. But the dead contact us though feelings and thoughts, and unless we are quiet enough to listen we cannot hear them. But you obviously you feel something is trying to be communicated, so leran to listen to the spontaneous feelings that arise as you listen to your dead.

Here's is a method you can use to communicate with the loved dead. But you need to be able to move beyond rigid beliefs or thinking into imagination. Imagination changes the shape of the world, penetrates its external solidity to transform its shape and its events into innumerable fresh experiences. Imagination sees the wonderful possibilities in a piece of rock, or some coloured earth, and with them creates art. Imagination discovered the submarine and the motor car long before scientific endeavour developed the technology to manufacture them. Even people who appear to lack this divine power while awake, can in dreams spread wings of fancy and find ingenious dramatic creation while they sleep.

 So sit quietly in a situation where you will not be disturbed, and to start with imagine you are in the presence of the person you wish to communicate with and want to say to them things you have held back from saying because you thought they were 'dead and gone' or whatever was holding you back. So now you have the chance to really speak and tell them. Really let it all out with any feeling as well.

If you have spoken in this way, you will have felt you were really communicated with that person so now you can listen to their reply - not in external sounds but in spontaneous words that trickle into your mind - remember the dead have no physical body but are alive as mental awareness, consciousness, so can communicate in that way. Now if you are 'in the mode' you can carry on a conversation with them.

Here is a conversation I experienced with a dead friend:

"So, during a break in my cooking duties I walked up to that wonderful view over the ocean, above Wildpear Beach in Devon, where Shaun's ashes were scattered and tried to listen to Shaun, so I asked him what he could tell me about what was happening to me because  I felt lost, I asked that because I believed he was capapble of seeing more than me now he was dead. The words that came flowing into my awareness were, “I can see that you are going through a period of rapid growth.  Because of this, by the end of the year, you will take a new direction.  It will be like looking along a new road that you have never previously taken - quite a new direction for you.”

Because I was wondering whether I was making all this up I thought that what had been said might be one of those generalisations that you could never be quite sure whether it was true or not.  But then Shaun went on to say, “When that change comes you are going to meet somebody who will be part of the new direction, she is waiting for you to meet her.  She has been waiting for some time.  In fact, she is here with me now.”

That really made me sit up, and so I immediately broke into the conversation and said, “If I am going to meet her, how can she be with you, you're dead!”

That didn't faze him at all.  He said, “She is here because where she lives in the world she's asleep.  While she's asleep and dreaming she can be wherever she likes.”

Later I did meet somebody who changed the direction of my life.  Her name is Dakota, and she would have been asleep in her part of the world at the time I was talking with Shaun.  She had been waiting to meet me.


To understand that you need to realise that many modern physicists, working with the information arising in experiments with quantum theory, tell us that our view of the world is based upon our blindness, and is very limited, and through its limitation, unreal. Yet this view we take to be the REAL universe. For instance we are only able to see a tiny fraction of the visible spectrum of light and as small amount of audible sound, so we are almost blind and deaf to the world around us.

The famous physicist Bohm defines this problem by saying that there are two orders in our experience of the world around us. There is the “explicate” order and the “implicate” order. He defines the explicate order as the impressions of the world gained via our senses and the interpretations the brain places on these impressions. These impressions and the brain’s interpretations – based on millions of years of evolutionary experience and input – lead to a view that we each have separate minds in isolated bodies. The implicate order is the universe as it is when we move beyond the limitations of the senses and the brain’s evolutionary programs. Then we begin to see the universe as a single indivisible whole and ourselves as intricately part of that whole.  Time and space are transcended. David Bohm, goes as far as to say that all things in our observable universe are inextricable linked. Nothing has separate existence.

Not only can we - if we stop living in our rational mind - meet the dead, but also the living in the same way as explained above. See https://dreamhawk.com/approaches-to-being/opening-to-life/#Opening


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Hi Tony,

Stumbled across your site in the search for some illumination to my recent dream. I didn't really remember it until I was doing some yoga today and it came floating back to me under closed eyes..

The dream wasn't overly unordinary - a trip to a water park with persons I did not know, and a long walk by myself to and from the destination as I had forgotten my car. The walk took me through a couple of obstacles - a dark alley, a church/religious building which I did not know how to navigate around, a Christmas themed shop... but most interestingly and most significant of all was a stagnant and rather polluted/looking body of water which I passed by. There were a couple of crows about the area minding their own business. One crow in particular followed me on foot. It was a regular crow - black in colour, however the whole left hand side of its body was dead. Decayed and grey. Diseased almost, but not skeletal. It was annoying and would not leave me alone despite my attempts to shoo it away. Although I tried to ignore it, it vexed me so much to the point that I grabbed the thing by the neck and forcibly drowned it under the surface of the shallow water. After which I dusted my hands off and carried on my way. I am a very peaceful and loving person and am not violent in any shape or form. I don't even like killing flies! The image, but also the personality of the crow sticks with me? It seems like it was trying to tell me something.. or maybe it symbolises an issue that I now have the strength to overcome.

I would absolutely love if you could shed some light on the situation, however, I understand that you receive a tonne of requests, so if this one does not twig your interest then I absolutely understand!

Thank you for your time, kind regards, M.K.



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Dream Interpretation / Glimpsing My Wonderful Potential
« on: February 08, 2020, 12:43:25 PM »
Hi Tony and thanks for taking the time I appreciate it.

The detail in this dream is like nothing I've ever experienced before.
I do experience lucid dreaming from time to time but this was a dream journey like no other. I do understand some aspects of the dream but don’t understand the whole picture and some of the elements.

I was walking towards a town that was in the distance, it looked very picturesque it could have been anywhere, a very bright and sunny day, very clean. Around me were low level stone buildings pitched tiled roofs very pretty very green lots of trees no people or cars just me, I follow a long winding road to a hill and the town.

I see a building in the distance on top of that hill. The building was enormous, mythical, magical; gothic maybe, totally stunned me! Hundreds of gargoyles and dragon sculptures and faces attached to it, all made from stone every square inch of the building was covered with these stone images which fascinated me.  There were two circular towers with pitched roofs at either end the whole building was 5 stories high and made of stone, It wasn't threatening or scary but I was extremely curious about it.

It was at this moment I realised I was dreaming and became lucid.

After doing a bit of flying I decided to make my way to the building out of curiosity. On my journey there were many obstacles on the way trying to find it, then the dream went off on a slight tangent and I found myself in another place/building or house which was dimly lit. Inside there were people there but I had no connection with them. Then I remembered my original purpose which was trying to find this magical building but couldn't find an exit to where I was, so I used my lucidity and jumped through a wall and landed back into my original  dreamscape near the top of the hill. The sun was shining again, clear brilliant blue sky, it seemed this was the main part of the town lots of houses etc all made from stone very oldie worldie.

I finally arrived at the building around the back. I find two stone staircases one going down to the entrance of the building (a huge opening with large double oak doors with a stone arch surrounding) and one going up to a garden, again many statues everywhere many dragons, incredible detail/beauty. I couldn't make up my mind whether to venture into the house or go into the garden as they both had my attention this is when I woke unfortunately.

On waking I believed that the building actually existed and really wished I could have stayed in this dream longer so as to explore the house and garden. I was left feeling very pleasant and happy.

Although this dream was a few days ago now, I'm still thinking of the building. I'm a bit of an artist and I may attempt to draw it at some stage.

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