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Dream Interpretation / Re: Strange Dream
« on: March 04, 2011, 10:21:03 AM »
I wonder if there is a suggestion of community in your dream. I wonder if you should think about finding others who are mutually in need of support.
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Dream Interpretation / The Light that Shines
« on: March 04, 2011, 10:17:52 AM »I was with several other people searching the rubble of what had been a great church. The building, ruined by some disaster such as an earthquake, or perhaps internal weakness, was now no more than a ruin of stones. Amongst the rubble we searched for anything that might be salvaged. Suddenly, among the stones that at one time made up a wall near the door, I found a most wonderful chalice. Its wonder was not because of any precious metal it was made of, or from artistry. It was because the stemmed cup shone with its own light, a light that never diminished. Just seeing it, being near it, produced an experience of awe and wonder.
As we took up the cup we understood that it was the emanation of this light around which the church had been built. Yet out of some fear, the chalice had been hidden in the wall of the church, and stranger yet, completely forgotten. With feelings moved by this tragedy we realised that for perhaps hundreds of years people had continued to attend the church, performing empty rituals, singing hymns, going through all the motions of worship without any direct relationship with the wonderful manifestation of the divine the cup gave. But now we could once more place the chalice in a place where anyone could stand in its light. For it shone on all without exception, and each of us, as we were permeated by that divine light, were transformed in some way by it.
Of course the dream explains itself, but I would appreciate any comments you would like to add. Waves.
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Dream Interpretation / Drunk with Spirit
« on: February 11, 2011, 09:58:03 AM »
I had this very unusual dream, and would like it if you could give me some ideas about its meaning.
In it I was first in a street being manhandled by a group of rowdy men. I did nothing to defend myself or fight back, and they pushed me onto the ground and poured spirits, alcohol, over me and into my mouth - saw this in the film The Elephant Man.
Then I awoke alone in a room. Or perhaps it is more correct to say I came to, because I felt as if I had been unconscious for some time. I didn’t know the room or where I was. I had the sense it was partly to do with business or a shop. The phone kept ringing and the calls were for me, and I wondered how people knew where I was because I didn’t know myself. I can only remember the last call - about the third. It was a man I appeared to know - a friend. He said that he had been dealing with the police over the situation I had been in - the one leading me to be unconscious. He had done the best he could because the police had said I could plead one of two ways. I cannot remember exactly what the friend said, but one was something like drunk and incapable, and the other was a bit more serious. He had pleaded the least serious, but even so I realised this would result in an endorsement on my driving license. After the telephone call I thought about this and was sure it was because while I had been unconscious, possibly due to the alcohol poured into me, my car had been parked illegally outside the house I was in. I wondered whether to fight this sentence. I imagined saying to the police - This is a ridiculous charge as witnesses will confirm that I never drink. I wanted to make them realise I had been forced to drink.
Now I am suddenly in another environment completely, though I have a distinct sense of connection. It is perhaps the man who had phoned me who now leads me into a public meeting place, a rather old fashioned hall, where a small group of men, about fifteen or twenty, are seated informally near one wall. There is a clear impression to me that they are Middle Eastern, Turkish perhaps, or some of them are, very direct and masculine. I am led in front of them and stand alone. I am starting to explain to them about the unconsciousness and am taking my coat off as they say to me one word - Test. This refers to the testing in which you open to the spirit, as the group are members of a spiritually oriented organisation. As I am still talking and taking my coat off they laugh at my incompetence. They have asked me to Test - open to the spiritual - and here I am talking about something inconsequential and taking my coat off. I realise the situation, stop talking and open to the wider life. Immediately I feel a flow of uplifting feeling move through my being as I am led to make slow movements of hands and arms. These become full body movements, a sort of unusual dance, part of which is a difficult hopping and turning movement. This is done flowingly and without hesitation, so I know I am deep into surrender. As this is going on my shirt comes off at least half of my chest and back. I think and feel that the men will see that at least I have a healthy strong body. The men are silent and I feel connected with them through the Test.
Suddenly I lift my legs up and hang in the air. The men gasp with surprise and uplift to see this demonstrated. Then my body lifts higher and flicks into a backward arc, my hands touching my toes in a circle. The men gasp and shout out as this has some special significance, as in Subud. Now lifting right up into the sky itself, and feeling a part of the heavens I start to sing. My voice is like thunder filling space. I sing simple words - something like –
Love is bigger than the ocean. Love is wider than the sky. Life is full of ancient wonder. Love is more than meets the eye.
I have a sense of enormous power being expressed in the levitation and voice. The power of spirit is pouring through me.
Then I am on the ground again, in the room, and shaking hands with the men. I have no sense of power or being a grand person. I am just pleased that I could have allowed what had happened, as it was a wonderful inspiration to us all, me included.
In it I was first in a street being manhandled by a group of rowdy men. I did nothing to defend myself or fight back, and they pushed me onto the ground and poured spirits, alcohol, over me and into my mouth - saw this in the film The Elephant Man.
Then I awoke alone in a room. Or perhaps it is more correct to say I came to, because I felt as if I had been unconscious for some time. I didn’t know the room or where I was. I had the sense it was partly to do with business or a shop. The phone kept ringing and the calls were for me, and I wondered how people knew where I was because I didn’t know myself. I can only remember the last call - about the third. It was a man I appeared to know - a friend. He said that he had been dealing with the police over the situation I had been in - the one leading me to be unconscious. He had done the best he could because the police had said I could plead one of two ways. I cannot remember exactly what the friend said, but one was something like drunk and incapable, and the other was a bit more serious. He had pleaded the least serious, but even so I realised this would result in an endorsement on my driving license. After the telephone call I thought about this and was sure it was because while I had been unconscious, possibly due to the alcohol poured into me, my car had been parked illegally outside the house I was in. I wondered whether to fight this sentence. I imagined saying to the police - This is a ridiculous charge as witnesses will confirm that I never drink. I wanted to make them realise I had been forced to drink.
Now I am suddenly in another environment completely, though I have a distinct sense of connection. It is perhaps the man who had phoned me who now leads me into a public meeting place, a rather old fashioned hall, where a small group of men, about fifteen or twenty, are seated informally near one wall. There is a clear impression to me that they are Middle Eastern, Turkish perhaps, or some of them are, very direct and masculine. I am led in front of them and stand alone. I am starting to explain to them about the unconsciousness and am taking my coat off as they say to me one word - Test. This refers to the testing in which you open to the spirit, as the group are members of a spiritually oriented organisation. As I am still talking and taking my coat off they laugh at my incompetence. They have asked me to Test - open to the spiritual - and here I am talking about something inconsequential and taking my coat off. I realise the situation, stop talking and open to the wider life. Immediately I feel a flow of uplifting feeling move through my being as I am led to make slow movements of hands and arms. These become full body movements, a sort of unusual dance, part of which is a difficult hopping and turning movement. This is done flowingly and without hesitation, so I know I am deep into surrender. As this is going on my shirt comes off at least half of my chest and back. I think and feel that the men will see that at least I have a healthy strong body. The men are silent and I feel connected with them through the Test.
Suddenly I lift my legs up and hang in the air. The men gasp with surprise and uplift to see this demonstrated. Then my body lifts higher and flicks into a backward arc, my hands touching my toes in a circle. The men gasp and shout out as this has some special significance, as in Subud. Now lifting right up into the sky itself, and feeling a part of the heavens I start to sing. My voice is like thunder filling space. I sing simple words - something like –
Love is bigger than the ocean. Love is wider than the sky. Life is full of ancient wonder. Love is more than meets the eye.
I have a sense of enormous power being expressed in the levitation and voice. The power of spirit is pouring through me.
Then I am on the ground again, in the room, and shaking hands with the men. I have no sense of power or being a grand person. I am just pleased that I could have allowed what had happened, as it was a wonderful inspiration to us all, me included.
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