Dream of Bhutan #4: Buddha's Water Bowl

The dream was long, but the most important part of the journey was captured upon its closing. 

I had just descended from the mountain side at Taktsang Monastery. There at the foot of the mountain there was an open altar, without walls, temples or coverings that one might see enshrining holy objects. There sat Buddha's water bowl in shiny metal. Instead of 7 bowls, there was one great bowl. 

I was eating a candy and then the wind blew the wrapper into the water within the bowl. I was mortified and I scooped out the rubbish, but then notice there is more rubbish in the bowl from other pedestrians. There I see the guide who lead me on the excursion: Tsewang. It bothered me to see other people's trash so I voiced it to him. "People need to clean up after themselves, but now they are long gone."

He responds resolutely, "It is fine to police others about their behavior, especially if it falls short of respect, but may I also police you?" I was stunned. My heart was humble, and eager to learn what he had to say, so I respond, "Yes, of course. I appreciate every opportunity to refine myself."

"Very well," he replies. I sense that Tsewang was a dream version of the real man that embodied the spirit of Buddha himself with his energy. "It is true that you cleared your own waste, and it is also true that waste still remains from others. I ask you this: Is the water clean or does it remain dirty?"

He saw the look on my face and that I understood the obvious. He gently urged, "Those who see the transgression must choose to allow it, or correct it. The responsibility falls upon the seer."

I bowed and accepted this important message. I awakened. 

Dream of Bhutan #3: In the Jaws of Death

The Cave was exceedingly dark, but soon, I realized it was not merely a dark cave, but the jaws of death itself. Walking on its tongue, it felt much like spongy mud and I was concerned about heading towards the throat of the beast.  Soon I would be swallowed!

As I looked behind me, I could see that its teeth formed bars of a white cage.  I was not powerful enough to open its mouth ... just then a winter-wheat shaft magically appeared in my right hand. 

I began tickling the throat of the great beast. It fought to avoid vomiting me from its mouth. Its great head swayed slowly forward heaving to and fro. On the onward movement, I took the opportunity to slide to the edge of the teeth along its right side. Two white fangs jut up and at an angle, very much like a triangle. It was a window and a shaft of light that shown through to my apparent escape.

When the head heaved forward one last time, I took the opportunity to pass through the opening. Upon passing through the opening of the teeth...the scene changed. I escaped!

Did I escape to a dirt road? Yes I did! There, I saw my parked car with my twin children dressed in red, hopping around inside. I instructed them to stay inside, so they would be safe. Oddly, they heeded me. 

Outside the car, I handled business with the vendor that sold me white prayer strings and a cluster of blue and white crystal beads.  Although there was nothing more than the currency of good will, the vendor placed the items in my hands. And, at the very moment, the scene changed once more.

The next scene was dim with light and filled with old artifacts, antiques, photos, metal objects and ancient scripts.  The scripts were stacked, in many stacks from the floor to the ceiling.  An elder seated in a far corner was writing something, then looked at me. With his mind, he asked, very kindly, if I would please help find the missing torn half of a script. I saw the torn parchment of paper in my hand with only half of a message. I set to work looking for its other half. The writing on the parchment was not as important as connecting both parts. Ironically. 

The last memory I had before waking was of looking at my hands holding the treasured half-script.

--This dream was sent to the proper dreamer--

Dream of Bhutan #2: Old Woman in the Cave

In a cave of the Dreamtime, I found myself on a blanket, resting, or perhaps fatigued. There existed beneath me, a stone bed.  My energy seemed low for whatever reason, and I was not prone to getting up at that time. I could see light coming into the cave from the entrance, however very bright -- the light could not reach me where I lay. 

An old woman appeared. She was small with a rugous face and very unkempt hair.  Her grey hair made her seem wild, but she was actually quite contained. In the Dreamtime, I know her very well. This is not my first encounter with her. She was obviously here to help me; and I knew with great confidence that she would. 

When she came closer, I could see the vastness of outer space in her eyes and mouth openings. No eyeballs. No teeth. No tongue.  She places or rather hovers her hands over the crown of my  head. Immediately I felt a jolt of

warmth and power surging through my body. I could see that the old woman was drawing energy from the sun outside the cave and released it from her hands like golden lightening bolts coming out of her finger tips to enter my crown. My body was energizing . Upon seeing this she tells me, with her thoughts, " Now get up!!"  

As she withdraws her hands I grab her wrists and place them above my head again...I tell her, " Wait! Just a bit more!" She charges my crown for a few more seconds, then firmly says," YOU ARE DONE! GET UP!" She laughs and says, "Get to work!"

I knew she was always tough and firm with me, like a true elder. I stand up and face the cave entrance. I awaken from the Dreamtime, recharged. 

 ** This dream occurred while traveling in the Kingdom of Bhutan March 2016**

Dream of Bhutan #1: Time Bandit Monks

In November of 2015, I dreamt of entering a monastery of Bhutanese Monks.  The ceilings were high and there were so many monks with their golden and red robes moving about. My sense is that they were mischievous and extremely witty. Some were hanging from the arms of a clock while others chanted and prayed. Immediately the information of their intention was brought to my consciousness: Every 5 minutes the world was saved by their prayers... as every 5 minutes they were able to manipulate time...just enough for a bodhisattva to save the world. 

Little did everyone know that the world as we know it was in peril of complete destruction, with the exception of these monks. For this reason they took pleasure in their devotion and great success. I was rapt by this amazing feat that was carried out with sincere humor. My heart grew wiser.

I then left a temple and entered a meditation room. Here, I began a deep meditation. With my eyes closed I sensed a relative approach me with intense psychological hostility. 
With my eyes closed I could see the energy radiating towards me, without words, but like a poisonous wind hitting me without mercy. Remaining steadfast, however slightly sad, I kept at my mediation to overcome this fact. The relative left through two great doors and I opened my eyes. To my surprise, the scene shifted and I saw a mirrored world above me.

Was I upside down or they? An entire planet was mirrored and people anchored to the vision. They would not fall off!  I could see the tops of many people's heads. There was a curious woman with long dark hair, upside down and  above me. She reached "down" to pull up her long socks. Then she looked up at me. I looked up at her. She was my sky and I was hers. Coincidentally, she looked a lot like me. I laughed, and then awakened. 

Dream of the Passed Ones

In the Dreamtime I saw the map to get to my recently passed relatives. I was in the usual white space, that in the dreamtime, I know as "outer space." It makes no difference, it is the same as infinite "inner space." I saw chaos like an exploded puzzle piece of everything I know, that has been known, by anyone, anywhere, at any time. It was Glorious.

How I knew its navigation, was amazing. "I am so blessed", I thought. A marvelous infinite world with incredible vast parts. There floating in the infinite space was the swirling taxi cab of my cousin Olimpo, who had passed in the summer of 2015...grab it! The information at hand was that I only had dreaming energy to travel a certain "time" before the scene would change so I had to make a decision: "Should I visit my cousin Olimpo who just recently passed or his father who passed a couple of years before (my uncle)?" My uncle Tony was in a dimension so complex I could not visit both. Olimpo was readily available, but my Uncle Tony was deep in the matrix already transforming. It was a difficult and hasty choice but I chose to visit my Uncle Tony. 

There were only three tries...terrible! Was this baseball? Getting to my Uncle was difficult, but if I chose the taxi spinning in chaos, it was a guarantee to get straight to him at the sacrifice of seeing my cousin Olimpo.  

There I was, borrowing Olimpo's taxi to find my Uncle Tony. I felt an urgency to speak to him, to tell him it all went well and the shift ensues, so not to worry.

Upon arriving to the matrix, a woman with "perfect eyes" saw that I took the taxi and wanted to connect. I could see I was offending her but we did not know each other well. Like Olimpo, I would have to catch up later; compensate later.  Zooming along in the taxi, I find my Uncle Tony among a living circuit board in the Matrix. Lots of circuitry and layers of it! My God, it was good to see him! We embraced. I spoke quickly, but was cut off and had to redo the scenario. The second time was also spent searching and finding and we exchanged a bit more. The Matrix is vastly complex.  The third time, I was able to find it faster with a bit more time to spare. I said, "Dear Uncle, all went well, Olimpo was brilliant and took it all with great pain and great advancement. You are so far now that you cannot see it, but I tell you that our tribe of great Teachers are amazing. Move on, be well, find us! Find us in the Dreamtime. I love you!"  I passed on the human scent memory of Olimpo to my Uncle like a code tonic. Very odd. I was genuinely thrilled to see him and be the catalyst of our family mission. 

Meanwhile, I went back to the offended woman with "perfect eyes." I had time to spare, on my third try,  and told her that she indeed was acknowledged and loved.  Like a bizarre game against time I completed  the fulfilling of unresolved answers. I was happy I made good all communications in the time allotted. 

All things are eventually seen in the Universe.This became the thought that jolted me awake.

I awakened at 4:00 am.


Peace and love, dlw

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Hanging out at God's Pad

( a continuation of the Dream of the Eight Tornadoes)

After traveling the large field of mallow plants, I noticed a small set of white marble steps going up. My three companions followed me up the steps and into the large estate of "The Great One." My companions felt a bit uneasy to transgress to this "property," and one of them frankly asks, "Is it o.k. to be here?" 

"Yes you may be here and touch what you like, but do not take anything. You may not intrude with your voice and your thoughts, you may only be here to enjoy." My answer seemed to please my companions whose faces became a blur upon awakening. My heart knew they were my dearest friends, followers and trusted circle; I was so pleased to be with them during this part of the journey. We were happy.

The first passage into the estate was a corridor with many white rooms and even more corridors. A place where no shadows can be cast. One cannot readily imagine this. It is spectacular.  I seemed to know where I was going, being drawn, as if by magnet. The first majestic room was a glass cathedral type room that served as a bath house. The entire structure was comprised of intricate window work: the ceiling and walls.There were dimensions of sky inside and out.

There was little space to walk, except for a shiny marble pathway. The entire room was a steaming pool, like a hammam, but a bath house with mist hovering over the water like a sky. The the water was not hot and the windows would not fog with its micro-climate of soft hovering clouds. One of my companions asked the obvious question, "Can we get in it!!??" "Well, Of course!" I say, "...but remember the rules of respect." They all entered quietly without even so much as a splash, it was like entering the fabric of silk, it was rich and smooth.  They joyously swam, or really, began to fly in this strange crystal pool, like a contained sub-heaven of sorts. 

I did not enter the pool. I was happy for my companions and decided to be their guardians and watch them. While I was waiting I found a shelf along the path...that seemed to appear, suddenly. There was a bottle of some sort of beverage. I picked it up to look at it, but its contents were highly combustible! To touch it stirred up its contents immediately. It smelled great like cherry soda! I had to quickly put my fingers over the opening as this cherry soda stuff began to burst through like a fountain and touch the ceiling. I laughed out loud which brought on two guard dogs. They looked like New Zealand Border Collies; beautiful friendly dogs. They became excited and wanted to lick the spillage of the cherry soda-like liquid. 

Well, this was not right, and I had to go to the rightful owners and return the object for restoration. But where were they? With my mind I asked the dogs to please show me where to go. Brilliant creatures as they were, they had telepathic ability and I could even sense their optimism and kindness. They looked at me and gestured with their noses the door to take ahead. One of them clawed open the door and I followed up a narrow path up to another room.

When I surfaced to the next level. There was a white banister to the top of the stairs that made a fence-like effect as I peeked over. To my surprise, there in all his/her majesty, was God! God was an elderly royal couple enjoying their own bath house and enjoying a good banter with each other.They were not dressed in clothing and were very much strange configurations of light that my eyes dressed with humanness.

They knew I was there but they were neither disturbed nor breaking their rhythm. They acknowledged me through their avatar...a star being, a snowy person with almond eyes and extreme white hair. This person was both ageless and sexless, also a configuration of light, humanized by my gaze.. He/she saw me with a blank stare and I set the bottled liquid on the silk scarf floor. The bottle had already restored itself upon arrival. 

My sense of reverence was huge, and I did not let my curiosity take me to a place of disrespect. I had gone far enough...for now.  I did not venture into this new space without permission.  I was happy and went back to my rightful place with my companions. I had good news.