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The Place Where Dreams Happen

Dreaming

I know that dreaming is essential to sanity. When REM sleep is interrupted, people go insane. The brain needs that time to defrag and process the waking life.

But is the place of dreams real? Are those experiences just our life in another dimension? That place feels just as real as my waking life, but I know that reality, is just an “illusion” and that we have a greater hand in constructing this illusion, than we realize.

So what is this place of dreams, and what do my dreams from last nights, fitful, broken slumber mean?

I ask this, while having under my belt, at least 30 years of dream interpretations.

Does it just mean, today is one of the two’s birthday and I’m thinking of it all? Does it mean the other of two was thinking just as hard of me as I was dreaming of her?

I’m frightened of what I feel is coming, even though I have created this. I can scroll back to the post I wrote about it all.

One of the things that is starting to happen, now that I have been at the creating thing a few years, is that creations, create faster than when I first started.

I also told Mr. Yummy about the next step in my Spiritual Journey. I didn’t tell him that’s what it is, just like I’ve told you, the reader, the next step is coming, but I haven’t told you what the step is.  I thought today was the day, but after last night, I woke and knew it is not today. I’m too caught up in my head now and wondering about this place where dreams happen. It felt so real and today my head knows it was “a dream” but my heart also knows that it, is feeling the emotion. The emotion wasn’t fake. It was real and exists.

I know one thing.

I have my next tattoo planned. I know the EXACT image, placements, and words. I think that this, will be the step after the next step. It’s all about doing and being

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Little Patience

I’m short.

I don’t just mean petite.

I’ve noticed something with the people I respect the most who demand more from me than I’ve ever demanded from them.

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Ready for this?

They haven’t been giving out the same respect or patience I have reserved for them. It even seems like it is expected of me. They demand more from me than I have ever asked of them and lately…I feel it.

Well, I don’t feel like playing this game with anyone. I shouldn’t have to take less than what I give and if this isn’t observed, then why should I bother?

I wouldn’t say I plan on going out of my way to not be me, but I’m not going out of my way to not be me anymore. If you take advantage, don’t expect it to just be OK. I can’t say I am pissed off, but at the same time, I am not pleased.

Except I am, because I DO see it and DO feel it and I’m not OK with it. I also have no guilt over feeling…assertive. It feels good to feel no guilt over saying, “I deserve the same.”

Bean Town

I have not participated in the aftermath of the Boston Marathon Terror attack.

I’ve not watched network television coverage of it, and have read very little about it on the internet. Meaning; I see what I see on social networking, but don’t go looking for it.

Many of the stories, I do not click on. I read the headlines, and only click on some of the stories. Admittedly, I am not keeping up with the terror headlines. The ones that EVERYONE is posting, on all sides of political spectrum…and fighting over.

Having said I am ignorant on this event, I can still confidently state, that this is an act of terrorism. People are afraid and are speaking in ways very similar to how they spoke in the fall of another year, long ago. A time when things really got cranked up.

And the people stood back and watched things change, accepting it was all in the name of securing safety and freedom. Hating fellow human beings and not seeing the Maestro conducting our symphony of hate, when what we needed was Love.

I believe that what just happened, was a test. What we saw, that I have never seen before, and have only recently skimmed headlines on, is the lock-down of a city. The images accompanying the headlines, sure looked like Martial Law to me. To read a headline stating a suspect hasn’t been read his rights, says we all have no rights.

And yet people sit back and watch, in fear. And no one says it. Boston was a test case for Martial law. I wonder what they learned? Did they learn enough to carry out a nationwide clampdown?

What are we gonna do now?!

I can’t vibrate at the terror level so I haven’t gone there. Still choosing not to go there; it still permeates. This morning NBC is reporting that brainwashing is involved. REALLY? After years of calling anyone looking into MK Ultra, Project Butterfly, and the many other theories on mind control, crazy, NBC doesn’t really garner trust out of me when they scream this at me in a headline.

Anytime new and unprecedented things happen in how we,” the people” are treated and the people stand back and allow it, I tend to expect, that something wicked this way comes.

This doesn’t mean that I am going to plug into the fear-porn network. I can’t. My heart goes out to all of us. it wasn’t just Boston. It hasn’t been just Connecticut, New York, New Orleans, Florida, Arkansas. It’s ALL of us that these things damage, because the fear seeps in. When people live in terror, they have been terrorized.

I don’t want to be terrorized, so I love you. ALL of you. Not just those who think like I do, or are trying to think outside the fear-porn. I have to love even those conducting the symphony, producing the terror, and those calling on hate.

Thanks for listening, but I can’t play in the clampdown party.

I AM (a co-creator)

559747_295401107252935_1910582796_nAn old chat pal who is always good on his Face Book status with inspirational posts, and always good with Bill W. material, put this up and I thought how nice a change it is from the tired old serenity prayer.

I don’t like things that come across like we have to accept the status quo and acceptance of suffering is normal and or healthy. It is not!

I have been changing the things I can not accept. I will continue to change the things I can not accept. I hope to change things you shouldn’t accept as well. And yes, sometimes the changing is internal, but sometimes it is external as well.

My batteries are recharging and I am feeling my power come back. My center is balancing out again. My Zen is building. Feel me?

Allegory of the Cave

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Mr. Hyde, I am OK, I am just processing.

Tonight I was listening to an internet radio show and sitting in a companion chat room. I was trying to explain what I have been feeling as of late and someone said to read Plato’s Cave, so I did, and it VERY much embodies what I have been trying to explain my life to have been the last few days, weeks, months? It all happened in slow motion till last Friday, then it hit me with a bang. So…without further ado, I present, jacked from Wiki, Allegory of the Cave:

Plato has Socrates describe a group of people who have lived chained to the wall of a cave all of their lives, facing a blank wall. The people watch shadows projected on the wall by things passing in front of a fire behind them, and begin to ascribe forms to these shadows. According to Plato’s Socrates, the shadows are as close as the prisoners get to viewing reality. He then explains how the philosopher is like a prisoner who is freed from the cave and comes to understand that the shadows on the wall do not make up reality at all, as he can perceive the true form of reality rather than the mere shadows seen by the prisoners.

The Allegory may be related to Plato’s Theory of Forms, according to which the “Forms” (or “Ideas”), and not the material world of change known to us through sensation, possess the highest and most fundamental kind of reality. Only knowledge of the Forms constitutes real knowledge. In addition, the Allegory of the Cave is an attempt to explain the philosopher’s place in society: to attempt to enlighten the “prisoners.”

Plato’s Phaedo contains similar imagery to that of the Allegory of the Cave; a philosopher recognizes that before philosophy, his soul was “a veritable prisoner fast bound within his body… and that instead of investigating reality by itself and in itself it is compelled to peer through the bars of its prison.”

Inside the cave

In Plato’s fictional dialogue, Socrates begins by describing a scenario in which what people take to be real would in fact be an illusion. He asks Glaucon to imagine a cave inhabited by prisoners who have been chained and held immobile since childhood: not only are their legs (but not arms) held in place, but their necks are also fixed, so they are compelled to gaze at a wall in front of them. Behind the prisoners is an enormous fire, and between the fire and the prisoners is a raised walkway, along which people walk carrying things on their heads “including figures of men and animals made of wood, stone and other materials”. The prisoners cannot see the raised walkway or the people walking, but they watch the shadows cast by the men, not knowing they are shadows. There are also echoes off the wall from the noise produced from the walkway.

Socrates suggests the prisoners would take the shadows to be real things and the echoes to be real sounds created by the shadows, not just reflections of reality, since they are all they had ever seen or heard. They would praise as clever, whoever could best guess which shadow would come next, as someone who understood the nature of the world, and the whole of their society would depend on the shadows on the wall.

Release from the cave

Allegory of the Cave. Left (From top to bottom): Sun; Natural things; Shadows of natural things; Fire; Artificial objects; Shadows of artificial objects; Analogy level.
Right (From top to bottom): “Good” idea, Ideas, Mathematical objects, Light, Creatures and Objects, Image, Metaphor of the sun and the Analogy of the divided line.

Socrates then supposes that a prisoner is freed and permitted to stand up. If someone were to show him the things that had cast the shadows, he would not recognize them for what they were and could not name them; he would believe the shadows on the wall to be more real than what he sees.

“Suppose further,” Socrates says, “that the man was compelled to look at the fire: wouldn’t he be struck blind and try to turn his gaze back toward the shadows, as toward what he can see clearly and hold to be real? What if someone forcibly dragged such a man upward, out of the cave: wouldn’t the man be angry at the one doing this to him? And if dragged all the way out into the sunlight, wouldn’t he be distressed and unable to see ‘even one of the things now said to be true’ because he was blinded by the light?”

After some time on the surface, however, the freed prisoner would acclimate. He would see more and more things around him, until he could look upon the Sun. He would understand that the Sun is the “source of the seasons and the years, and is the steward of all things in the visible place, and is in a certain way the cause of all those things he and his companions had been seeing” (516b–c). (See also Plato’s metaphor of the Sun, which occurs near the end of The Republic, Book VI.)

Return to the cave

Socrates next asks Glaucon to consider the condition of this man. “Wouldn’t he remember his first home, what passed for wisdom there, and his fellow prisoners, and consider himself happy and them pitiable? And wouldn’t he disdain whatever honors, praises, and prizes were awarded there to the ones who guessed best which shadows followed which? Moreover, were he to return there, wouldn’t he be rather bad at their game, no longer being accustomed to the darkness? Wouldn’t it be said of him that he went up and came back with his eyes corrupted, and that it’s not even worth trying to go up? And if they were somehow able to get their hands on and kill the man who attempts to release and lead them up, wouldn’t they kill him?” (517a) The prisoners, ignorant of the world behind them, would see the freed man with his corrupted eyes and be afraid of anything but what they already know. Philosophers analyzing the allegory argue that the prisoners would ironically find the freed man stupid due to the current state of his eyes and temporarily not being able to see the shadows which are the world to the prisoners.

 Remarks on the allegory

Socrates remarks that this allegory can be taken with what was said before, namely the metaphor of the Sun, and the divided line. In particular, he likens

“the region revealed through sight”—the ordinary objects we see around us—”to the prison home, and the light of the fire in it to the power of the Sun. And in applying the going up and the seeing of what’s above to the soul’s journey to the intelligible place, you not mistake my expectation, since you desire to hear it. A god doubtless knows if it happens to be true. At all events, this is the way the phenomena look to me: in the region of the knowable the last thing to be seen, and that with considerable effort, is the idea of good; but once seen, it must be concluded that this is indeed the cause for all things of all that is right and beautiful—in the visible realm it gives birth to light and its sovereign; in the intelligible realm, itself sovereign, it provided truth and intelligence—and that the man who is going to act prudently in private or in public must see you it” (517b–c).

After “returning from divine contemplations to human evils”, a man

“is graceless and looks quite ridiculous when—with his sight still dim and before he has gotten sufficiently accustomed to the surrounding darkness—he is compelled in courtrooms or elsewhere to contend about the shadows of justice or the representations of which they are the shadows, and to dispute about the way these things are understood by men who have never seen justice itself?” (517d–e)

I can’t go back to the cave I left when I woke up. Maybe this is my test of knowing, or maybe I was put here to help him see that breaking doesn’t mean dying.

I do believe that when we accept, face, and deal with our “stuff” we can find freedom. Thanks for caring. I accept the energy and return it in kind.

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