The Satellite

In the Dreamtime, I received an invitation from Washington D.C. for a forum-lecture on space and technology. There were many facilities and I read the sandwich boards on all the entry ways to see which lecture would prove the most informative. My invitation limited me to just one forum, therefore I tried to be selective and discriminating.

The lecture I first attended turned out to be an overview with information on partnerships and cosponsors for the various projects. While that was interesting, it was not very informative about the innovations currently unfolding as of yet. I cut out of this forum rather early.

Since I gave the security guard my invitation, I couldn't gain entry to another forum without this document.  Luckily the forum about satellites was later that day and I had time to figure out my entry. I could not locate another document or resource to enter except that I recognized the same security guard that, fortunately, remembered me. "I'm sorry but I gave you my invitation for the wrong lecture..." He said it was no problem and let me in. 

There in this size-able lecture hall the seats were descending theater style in a half circle. Present were the lot of physicists, technicians, biologists and those with scientific investments.  Then of course there was me.  As I sat down to listen to the lecture, I noticed to the left that there was an odd being or two sitting in the crowd. They seemed physically so different than us, but when I turned to look at them again they apparently shape-shifted into human form. 

The lecture began with an imax theater like presentation. The ceiling and back stage wall also served as the screen. Projected was an image of a location in outer space. There I saw a satellite vessel that I was able to approach in some spirit like fashion. I actually could touch it as if I flew to it.  The presenter began to make factual sounding claims such as, " this apparatus pulses binary code transmitting 1000 messages per second!" I scoffed at this as I somehow knew that the messaging was more energetic and more extreme than this. 

I felt I had heard enough. I did what I could to keep my cool, and focused on the metal rafters on the dome-like ceiling. The light moved across it in such a way that I noticed a spiderweb glisten for a second. I awakened.

The next day, I told a friend my dream, as I rested on my back on the deck in the backyard. While telling my dream, I looked at the sky...but something caught my eye. A perfect spiderweb glistened at the top of the cedar tree.

DREAM OF THE DREAM ASSOCIATION

Two weeks ago, in the Dreamtime, I found myself in a strange institute for dreamers. The walls were blank white, all was built-in and modular about its furnishings and designs. This included seating and alcoves.  Almost like a cocktail party sans the cocktails I appear with a certain stranger-feel among folks that already had formed a clique. The people were not like me at all so when I entered the room,  I was viewed cautiously. They were certainly not of my culture or mind frame. It didn't bother me, even though I was not seen as compatible. I was patient.

Two people sitting at the "bar" began to connect with me. The first was a woman with streaky brown hair and she looked at me skeptically with a bit of nod as he spoke, "I don't know..." At that moment I read her mind that she thought I was not in her league. In the background, I saw many colorful animals. They appeared as show dogs prancing about with vibrant colors --flamboyant and attracting a lot of attention. This made me realize that the scene was a metaphor. I put my hand on the woman's head and told her, I saw what she was thinking and that it was ok. As I pat her head, I could see she was on the verge of shape-shifting into a show dog herself, but then became a meek woman who was kind and open minded. I felt relieved that she had a humble side.

Just then a man with glasses spoke up and said..."ah ah ah...I don't know!  To me she has psi in her eye!" I thought this was surrealistically funny. We all laughed.  I awakened.

THE HOUSE OF BEASTS AND THE CONDOR GOD

Like the night before, I am in a strange haunted world that is dark and rife with danger, darkness and ghoulish drama. This time, I was in a medieval world with the appropriate cold dank estates, odd chambers with interesting back century gadgets, candles and books– everywhere. Statues, and questionable characters offer me side glances as I pass by. I am fascinated. I think, “things have not changed since times of old, except they are more aesthetic and crude in this time of being.”

My body seems to know where it's going. In this place, I glow with light in the body of a Celtic woman. Long auburn hair and very fair skin. A celebration ensues and merrier people are awaiting me. One woman, my sister, in a different body, a different time and place, adorns my hands with a kind of henna that is not middle-eastern but of what was of a strange northern European tradition that I had not known of before this dream. Gold and bright color paints were used on my hands and wrists. My nails were stained with paint and my ceremonial dress was of a persimmon orange-chiffon like texture–this was my event garment. Stunning.

When I looked at my hand art, I noticed that messages were appearing and disappearing on them. I showed a male companion whose face was not clear to me. He agreed that it was indeed true that the paint was magic and changing before our eyes. I thought I even saw a coat of arms signifying a certain kingdom. It disappeared before we could fully decipher, but I knew this was my destiny.

Next we entered a castle. There were many guests and all were assigned chambers, except for me. I wandered the halls with both curiosity and familiarity. Not long after, a commotion stirred within this place. My companion was a teen-aged boy (it felt like my grandson Haden)– both a magical and vulnerable being. He locks himself in a room and says in a stilted way through the door, “I smell a beast approaching.” My feet could feel a vibration and I knew it was true. I move away from the door so as not to attract attention to it and decided to be the decoy for my companion and ran through the halls.

The chase began, and upon turning to look back, I see a wolf man disguised as a sultan, complete with white garb, turban and saber. His red waist sash made him easy to spot and he chased me through the various parlors as i threw chairs and objects at him. At some point I was far from my companion's door and I decided not to run anymore. I let myself be caught in an empty bedroom chamber. There, I was face to face with the sultan wolf man.

Cornered against the wall, the wolf man had a lust to kill me but also to humiliate me. He held the saber to my neck. Close up, he became quite hideous looking, his breath incorrigible and his clothing seemed to be tattered and not so elegant as they first appeared. He grinned with ugly teeth and said, “ You will be devoured, or you will lay with me…. choose!”

Knowing it was the Dreamtime, I thought his request was stupid since I was immortal and could take my vengeance at any time. I opted to lay with him just to humor him. His servant appeared and guarded the door; stared dutifully into empty space (another wolf creature, no doubt). My garments were now a satin green gown, tattered from running and snagging it. I could see my flowing auburn hair had covered my body as I disrobed. I am perfect and beautiful and for certain he would pay the price later, it was just a matter of tolerance for now! Not a challenge for me to deal with this, my thought was to just hurry up and endure this role-play. I noticed near the bed I occupied that a neighboring bed had a lump of a body completely covered with sheets. I knew it was an ally hiding and protecting me in some way. 

Just as the sultan wolf man was to take his prize, a strange lightening appeared in the chamber. A deity and its entourage manifested. A huge masked character, perhaps 10 feet tall, thin with Egyptian-looking yoke jewelry and a mask of what looks like a condor brought me awe. Two servants flank the deity's left and right – dressed in matching Egyptian armor of gold and black. The masks of all three of them appeared to be bird-like. This royal human reminded me of a condor or vulture mixed being. It instantly killed the wolf man with a mere pointing of its scepter. Not a word was said. The sultan slumped as if all his bones were disintegrated and all that was left was the baggage of his skin.

I thought, to myself, “Well, that all worked out!” I was grateful to not have soiled myself to protect my companion. I awakened.


MY RESEARCH ON THE MEANING OF VULTURE IN ANCIENT EGYPT:
*In Ancient Egypt, the vulture hieroglyph was the uniliteral sign used for the glottal sound (/ɑː/). The Bible makes a reference to the Egyptian Vulture under the Hebrew name of rachamah/racham which has been translated into English as “gier-eagle”.[17][74] The bird was held sacred to Isis in the ancient Egyptian religion. The use of the vulture as a symbol of royalty in Egyptian culture and their protection by Pharaonic law made the species common on the streets of Egypt and gave rise to the name “Pharaoh's Chicken”.[75][76][77][78] SEE WIKIPEDIA

Religious beliefs:
Vulture Diety: “Nekhbet” was usually represented as a vulture, either standing in profile view, holding her wings out in front of her in a protective gesture; or with her wings fully outstretched, with her head and legs in profile. As a vulture, she is very often depicted on ceilings of temples and royal tombs, or in one of the top corners of a ritual scene on a temple wall.

She can also be shown as a woman with the head of a vulture, or she can take full human form. Through her close association with the cobra goddess Uto, she may also be represented as a snake or as a vulture with the head of a snake.

“Nekhbet "usually wears a variant of the White Crown of Upper Egypt, which is decorated with two feathers. In human form, or at least with a human body, she may hold a heraldic staff that symbolizes Upper Egypt.

DREAM OF THE HAUNTED RESORT, The Maestro and the Demon

It is twilight at a dark resort whose existence I was well familiar with in the Dreamtime. Like many of my dreams, I had the role of "ghost buster," of sorts, where I rid a space of troubled energy.

This place was so very dark with black and red painted walls and ceilings. No windows or drapery were opened to reveal outside light and this made the place feel eerie and ironic, what is the point of such a place?

As I entered the lobby, there was a large 7 foot  "spirit vending machine" and I somehow understood how to use it. I pulled a gold token from my pocket and placed into the slot and drew down the 3 foot handle like a slot machine. I could see through the shiny glass that the result was incubating and i would have to return a few days later.

A few days passed and I returned down the corridor to the lobby and collected my result. At the bottom tray was a white egg. I cupped it in my left hand and I seemed to receive the answer just by holding it. Onward I went through the haunted place. I could feel cold air and hear distant screams and complaining voices in various rooms and hallways. The egg was telling me to walk farther.

After some time, I came across the resort patio and pool area. There I saw my friend, "Maestro" with a group at an event. These people on the patio were his guests. They all had some sort of disfigurement. I would call them softened "hard people." One man had no body at all. He was just a very large head and he was rather obnoxious. One guest set this head on a pool chaise lounge and the head just kept talking and being very opinionated about everything. I felt like laughing but instead kept my reaction to myself, out of respect. I face the Maestro and say, "Nice party, "J----!" It makes me giggle. He chuckles in return. I notice that he is dressed very neatly with ironed tan pants  that had immaculate creases, a black native trimmed shirt, black shiny shoes, his usual black hat and medicine bag around his neck.

"Come on J----, let's get in the pool!" I asked him with motivation.  He looked at his pressed slacks and seemed hesitant. I told him, " Look, its all right…" I took several steps into the pool and literally I walked on the water; it was wonderful, I had the sensation that this was finally a source of light in this place. "Please…" I insisted.

"No, not right now, I am going to connect with these folks over here." with this he went to some corner of the "party."

Soon after I realized I needed to resume my course of action and the egg directed me back along the path from where I had just come.  Upon back tracking I find a room that reminds me of a dining car in a train, only lots of red and black everywhere. There at the table is a woman that is older than I am, seated there. I believe she is me only much older. I ask her, "Is it my imagination or is there something here we cannot see." She answered, "Oh, its not your imagination at all, can't you feel it?" Just then a wind blew hard in the dining car and some wood shutters rattled hard. I responded to her, " You're right, it is making my heart beat very quickly. I knew I was close to my goal. Just then, I left and found the source of energy that caused the disturbance. There in a nook in the wall was a statue of a red demon, an imp. It was made of wood and chipped red paint. Like a hideous Buddha or a grimacing cartoon character, it had a disturbing unreal look to it. I grabbed it with my right hand and carried it away.

I was challenged by my resolve to rid it from this place. I went to the bathroom stalls where the bathroom was also red and black. Each stall had a hole in the ground, Turkish style. After some thought, I realized it was not a good idea to dump the demon there because it would only thrive underground. Then I move to other rooms and eventually some stairs to a loft where I tried to set it on the room through an open window, perhaps expose it to the light, but no….it was not a good idea to elevate it.

Finally, I stood still in the darkness. Held it in my hand with its ugly morphing face and began to crush it in my hand with great force. The statue demon became soft as clay and I was able to mold it into a ball-- a perfect harmless sphere, that had a few playful uses to it. I awakened.

Dream Log Introduction

Where I come from, Dreams are taken seriously and reviewed with great respect. There is no concern for what Freud or Jung thought, dreams were messages that are simply valuable just as much as the those from the waking life. 

Dreaming Mexican Style.

My family has a long line of dreamers from Mexico. The earliest I remember in my lifetime was my grandfather and grandmother on my mother's side. My grandmother lived to be 90, and I was privy to her sense of tradition regarding the other dimension, and what we were given as visions in the Dreamtime.  In the morning, at the breakfast table, it was not uncommon for a family member to share their dream and capture everyone's attention. People would listen closely to find messages pertaining to the family. Sometimes we had tandem dreams.

It was a casual habit to share and no one thought it extraordinary, but they did believe it was important. Dreams were warnings, affirmations and insights on the state of our relations, circumstances and health. 

With family. I am to the right of my grandmother.

Later, with discipline I learned how to dream with great awareness-- what people call lucid dreaming. I could purposely travel and review something at a distance or explore the health of a person, landscape, or community. I have become stealthy and fearless as a warrior, and compassionate as an angel with the help of sentient beings from places I cannot describe, in the dreamtime. Some people believe I soul travel. I am not certain of the mechanics, but it is not so important as much as the fact that I learn to be my best self with this ability.

  Share the Dream.

A friend of mine, at the time of this writing asked me to make public my dreams because she felt many of my dreams had global meanings. At first I thought this a silly idea,  but then I thought again, because it is my habit to consider the input of others. At the very least, my dreams could have entertainment value.

So, this begins my dream log. Please, don't feel offended by these visions and excursions, as I will post honestly. Feel free to analyze me if this brings you joy, but most of all, please read these visions and dreams like stories because they invariably have a kind of moral to the stories--most of which ask the reader to relate compassionately for others. 

By the way, I do not need dream interpretations from others. Many of my dreams unfold their meanings through my continual group sharing. You may ask me questions or comment respectfully.

Peace to you and thank you for your indulgence.