07-25-2013, 08:29 PM
Long night of dreaming last night.
I started out with several dreams that were so surreal and disjointed, that I could not hope to construct a coherent narrative.
After that I entered another dream that started out similarly, but eventually resolved itself into this: I was in a large, warehouse-like structure that was simultaneously indoors and outdoors (difficult to envision outside of dreaming, but it works in context...a common experience in my dreams). There were people present who were wrestling with various difficult issues in their lives. Also present were quite a few beautiful, very small butterflies, pink with three white dots; one on each wing, and one on the thorax. I walked into one of the rooms in the building, and encountered a mass of long, delicate, tropical-looking vines hanging down from the ceiling; they were covered with pink flowers marked just like the butterflies, pink with 3 white dots. Each flower had a butterfly resting on it, but they were hard to spot; the flowers and butterflies mimicked each other perfectly, and the insects were completely camoflaged when resting on the flowers.
These butterflies were quite delicate, weighing almost nothing; and it was nearly impossible for a human to catch one. The pressure wave through the air, of a human hand reaching for one of them, would sweep the butterfly aside ahead of the hand, so delicate were they, and so adept at eluding capture...or indeed, at eluding any difficulty or obstacle. Marveling at these lovely beings, I was struck by a sudden insight; and instantly, I became a sort of guru, an expert in an art form (and philosophy) that was vaguely like Tai Chi; a system of movement and thought, inspired by the butterflies, that allowed the human practitioner to evade any difficulty, to slide around it fluidly, just as the butterflies did. Inspired by my insight, I began approaching the people in the facility who were struggling with their issues, and showing them, by my movements, how they could be light of heart and body, how they could flow around any difficulty unimpeded, the way that water flows around a rock in a stream, the way that a breeze moves effortlessly around any feature of the landscape.
My attempts to describe the experience to you fall short. It was a remarkable lesson, a stupendous introduction to lightness of heart and lightness of being.
After that, I had another dream. I found myself in a semi-rural landscape, in a flat pleasant lowland near the coast, in back of a few houses; and this landscape kept alternating with a that of a marina along a coastal tidal creek, with lovely crystal-clear water, such as one finds in the Mediterranean. Back behind a couple of the houses I found spots where the groundwater was very shallow, very close to the surface, where a bit of digging would yield gushing artesian water; and when the milieu alternated into the coastal inlet (it kept toggling back and forth), I was walking along the dock, admiring the fishing boats, and watching with great interest the large (20-to 200-pound) pelagic fish (Mahi-Mahi, tunas, hammerhead sharks, blue trevallies, and many that I could not identify) that somehow had found their way into the inlet, and were swimming around in the (relatively) shallow water.
Standing there on the dock, suddenly I found, in my hands, a gig, but with only 5' of handle. Fish kept swimming temptlingly near, and I wanted to gig one, and drag it onto the dock, so I could clean it and fix it for dinner. The water was just sufficiently deep that most of the fish were just out of range of my modest gig. A few were closer to the surface, but when I tried to gig them, my gig couldn't penetrate their scales (these were very large fish with very coarse scales). After a bit of this, the dream ended.
To interpret the last dream: Some references will state that water represents emotion. This is not quite accurate; water represents connection to...the Creator, divine Source, All That Is, whatever you want to call it. Fish represent, in my dreams, something that is difficult to define exactly. Serendipity, treasure, marvelous opportunity for spiritual achievement, success....somewhere in there, is the Fish. So the dream was me, recognizing that something wonderful was just within (or maybe just frustratingly outside) my grasp.....
And, that wonderful thing, that treasure, was the thing that was revealed to me in the previous dream. I (and you) can be that beautiful, delicate, unassailable butterfly, unaffected by any obstacle or predator. We can slide fluidly and masterfully through any obstacle course.
If you think you are a caterpillar, you are. If you think you are a butterfly, you are. You are the Creator. You create your reality.
I started out with several dreams that were so surreal and disjointed, that I could not hope to construct a coherent narrative.
After that I entered another dream that started out similarly, but eventually resolved itself into this: I was in a large, warehouse-like structure that was simultaneously indoors and outdoors (difficult to envision outside of dreaming, but it works in context...a common experience in my dreams). There were people present who were wrestling with various difficult issues in their lives. Also present were quite a few beautiful, very small butterflies, pink with three white dots; one on each wing, and one on the thorax. I walked into one of the rooms in the building, and encountered a mass of long, delicate, tropical-looking vines hanging down from the ceiling; they were covered with pink flowers marked just like the butterflies, pink with 3 white dots. Each flower had a butterfly resting on it, but they were hard to spot; the flowers and butterflies mimicked each other perfectly, and the insects were completely camoflaged when resting on the flowers.
These butterflies were quite delicate, weighing almost nothing; and it was nearly impossible for a human to catch one. The pressure wave through the air, of a human hand reaching for one of them, would sweep the butterfly aside ahead of the hand, so delicate were they, and so adept at eluding capture...or indeed, at eluding any difficulty or obstacle. Marveling at these lovely beings, I was struck by a sudden insight; and instantly, I became a sort of guru, an expert in an art form (and philosophy) that was vaguely like Tai Chi; a system of movement and thought, inspired by the butterflies, that allowed the human practitioner to evade any difficulty, to slide around it fluidly, just as the butterflies did. Inspired by my insight, I began approaching the people in the facility who were struggling with their issues, and showing them, by my movements, how they could be light of heart and body, how they could flow around any difficulty unimpeded, the way that water flows around a rock in a stream, the way that a breeze moves effortlessly around any feature of the landscape.
My attempts to describe the experience to you fall short. It was a remarkable lesson, a stupendous introduction to lightness of heart and lightness of being.
After that, I had another dream. I found myself in a semi-rural landscape, in a flat pleasant lowland near the coast, in back of a few houses; and this landscape kept alternating with a that of a marina along a coastal tidal creek, with lovely crystal-clear water, such as one finds in the Mediterranean. Back behind a couple of the houses I found spots where the groundwater was very shallow, very close to the surface, where a bit of digging would yield gushing artesian water; and when the milieu alternated into the coastal inlet (it kept toggling back and forth), I was walking along the dock, admiring the fishing boats, and watching with great interest the large (20-to 200-pound) pelagic fish (Mahi-Mahi, tunas, hammerhead sharks, blue trevallies, and many that I could not identify) that somehow had found their way into the inlet, and were swimming around in the (relatively) shallow water.
Standing there on the dock, suddenly I found, in my hands, a gig, but with only 5' of handle. Fish kept swimming temptlingly near, and I wanted to gig one, and drag it onto the dock, so I could clean it and fix it for dinner. The water was just sufficiently deep that most of the fish were just out of range of my modest gig. A few were closer to the surface, but when I tried to gig them, my gig couldn't penetrate their scales (these were very large fish with very coarse scales). After a bit of this, the dream ended.
To interpret the last dream: Some references will state that water represents emotion. This is not quite accurate; water represents connection to...the Creator, divine Source, All That Is, whatever you want to call it. Fish represent, in my dreams, something that is difficult to define exactly. Serendipity, treasure, marvelous opportunity for spiritual achievement, success....somewhere in there, is the Fish. So the dream was me, recognizing that something wonderful was just within (or maybe just frustratingly outside) my grasp.....
And, that wonderful thing, that treasure, was the thing that was revealed to me in the previous dream. I (and you) can be that beautiful, delicate, unassailable butterfly, unaffected by any obstacle or predator. We can slide fluidly and masterfully through any obstacle course.
If you think you are a caterpillar, you are. If you think you are a butterfly, you are. You are the Creator. You create your reality.
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