Alright he will say a child of his when he was a little boy. Do you know what it’s like bein’ in this meat grinder? You don’t have to wait; okay knock on ‘im. Think we can afford it, moms beating health care?— “I just throw you under the wheels of a truck all laughter and sunny breeze.”
Please will you help me with this: get this mother off my back, a certain father? Crushed the sun. I counted the breeze. What I was comin’ to yah to say: I really bother yah. I’m hell in an envelope that you have to read past poetry to put this on.
Well you’re not goin’. Fine. I get angry. You wanna meet some hoodlums? A gang member, he gets all King Richard, the son of like true to killin’ people like my father did.
I axe grow the taxes. You wanna see me do it? Just ignore this plea. Get too far from the ashram, my hat’s killin’ me. Just close your eyes. Ah, it’s gettin’ the footer at the head of the bed, where I go out and kill someone, a little older. You’re yellin’ at me. Cut through door. You know you need to save me.
I hear it. What did it say? The you that you’re getting put that foot down. His mother’s beating him he’s in harm’s way. The building blocks are there in the pit of a gang he murders people when he’s old enough.
That’s what I’m tellin’ yah. Stop this boy from being abused by his parents. Let’s put ‘im his grandfather heals, or are you just too deaf to see that? Get past the poetry and rescue this child. Get behind the verse.
Do you think that’s the only gang with Nazi on it? The fellowship has turned Indian politics into mud puddles. Trace the politician to the gang. Leave ours out of it; get rid of the truth we hear speaking now.
My God you’re deaf. Oh look there’s the BJP. November I’ll show you I’m talk to you years ago how the BJP came from gang member politics.
He rides books sometimes wide open to the divine say. Oh man I put you there, in a poet’s mouth, on a divine seer’s tongue.
Show his father and his family, WhatsApp, see it work in my phone too. I had the finish line. I’m giving frequencies of his house, yes? And now get to the real thing.
They’re not real. They are not real, understand? Not one person is a gift to society. This entire generation being produced by society, the families of society in India and elsewhere, gives us the skill set to journey on as society; it doesn’t change society.
Take my arm here and understand my meaning. Society must change or die. India has brokered this for generations, a spiritual consciousness, a supernal air, a soul arriving on the scene. It doesn’t get past the starting point. This is not gotten out of the bag. A few individuals pretend. Some have had experiences, but none get to the root of the problem: take a child and receive them at the door, a baby born, and change society with that child.
What would we have to do to engineer this with that child? Can I show you? I gave Nithish the principle changes, not quite at the door, but starting very early, and I could do that because I could give him the attention, and I have seen past society myself, and I operate in that mode.
Listen to Nithish where his dream maker meets the ground, and you will see fantastic. You will see the whole world changed just by this boy’s dream. Watch him have vision you will not believe with your own eyes. The Gods talk to him and soul.
This is what he took, that father. This is what she beats, that mother. His light was snuffed out by beatings and brainwashings, and you worship your family or die, and all this wonderful change we were readying the boy to give you has been ground in the dirt and changed into thoughts of suicide and killing, into about getting revenge for what his parents have done to him.
He seethes inside, and you’d have to find it to hear it. He’s afraid to show anybody his feelings for fear of punishment, because I am the crux of the matter; he wants to return to me, and his parents will not let him call my name. “I will shove that name down your throat if you say it again!” his mother says.
He can’t deal with that anger, and all his wonderful gifts get crushed, and in the place of love there is rage, and in the place of change there is hate, and he is mad at society.
Now you must see this in a simple podcast on dreams. I will show you he had the formula to change the world. I will show you what you’ve never seen before, a sadhana watch as the functioning arm of society not the family (but the family’s still warm and not abandoned), a group of people in a dream circle related by soul change and small enough to function together in daily need. We are that prototype, The Dream Company.
You were crying and trying to hide your tears. Nithish, do not fake it. Only 500 meters to where you’re home again.
You have some tears to show Nithish, your thoughts of suicide, your pain at the world, the unspoken madness.
Let it all come gushing out, safely, wholly, by pounding on your parents’ foreheads let me live with daddy! Now that’s the vehicle in the room. Come on kid let’s go. Now baby dog.
Dominance next undo. They lord it over you.
You want to come to America, and that’s your airport, your insistence on seeing me. That’s your offering. You give it to that boy in you you have not let the world see— I really wanna see daddy I can’t take it.
For about a year and some months, from the beginning of 2022 to October of 2023, Nithish, Mithun, Douglas and I did a post cast on the interpretation of dreams called The Dream Company. The podcast ended in our last recorded episode, Episode 56, recorded on October 1, 2023, which has not been posted yet on our podcast site but which I present here.
Two minutes and 51 seconds into the podcast, Nithish relates a dream and interprets it in regard to his need to live with me here at the lake full time, and we discuss the abuse that was happening to him at that time at the hands of his parents, when we had no idea what would happen in a few months time, that he would be taken from me and suffer much worse abuse, which he predicts in the video-poem Edge of the Game when he says, “Well, next time bad spirits of school Nazis.”
In interpreting his dream we did recognize that it was a prevision of the future, but we just did not imagine that that future was many months away and not days. That future that he predicted in the dream has not happened yet, as he’s not got the power he has in the dream, has not overcome the biggest bully in his school, and his mother has not brought him to the lake and left him here, all of which happen in the dream. We await it to come to pass.
I relate my own dream next in the podcast, but I interpreted it wrongly. My worry over Nithish at that time did not equate being smothered by a python, but now with what his mother has done after she took him from me does. By not allowing us any contact with one another, it’s been like having the life squeezed out of me by a huge snake; the grief has almost killed me. So my dream was a prevision of the future too, but I could not imagine at the time what it really meant until the events the dream foretells came to pass. That the Mother assures me at the end of the dream that I will be rescued gives me the same hope that Nithish’s dream gives me, and that is that he will be back with us soon.
That hope is further broadcast by muse, spiritual vision, giving the name of this video and asking what I’d done with things just the other morning at dawn. I wasn’t thinking about our podcast and hadn’t in some time, and I didn’t remember the content of our last recorded episode, didn’t have the slightest idea what we talked about in it. It just came out of the blue because my muse, which is a divine power, has the power of omniscience, and it knew what we recorded nine months ago and also knew that now was the right moment for the boy to hear what he needs to hear, and for his parents and everyone else involved. With that kind of magic supporting us, we have more than hope; we have faith given to us by the divine. Will the divine lose? Wait and see, but we can also ask if the sun is coming up in the morning. Do you think it won’t?
Is that the dynamic? We choir now. He’s so little he expands your room. Settled in myself to eat, that’s the flavor of sadhana, and we enhance. It’s an inner journey. We go for it. It’s an inner cleaving. We humble ourselves and do it. It rebounds. It grabs yah. It’s an opening you do when you’re hungry. You’re hungry for God’s touch. [“Open to God’s touch” heard during darshan in the Mother’s room, and then the muse changed it as I walked down the stairs so it fit this poem that was coming as I waited for the room darshan and went through the line in and out of her room, the most of this verse, from the eat line, coming in that quiet activity on her death day] This is the lifeline. This is sustenance.
Try to prevent a fracture in sadhana, a more sustained doing might do so. I’m sure I belong there. You’re here. I don’t think we take the vital out of our room. The right vital comes out. The mystic of the flute lives on on ocean’s rainbow. [vision of an Indian-style key, the long variety, on the step of a concrete, light blue flight of stairs about two thirds up] A key, it’s hard to report their bouncing effect. You throw them away. You don’t know how to use them. You pour beer over them, vital indulgences. Now one comes. Open its window. Be there in the sky for it all active on time.
[four visions, two side by side then the other two the same, of strange, colorful scenes I could not make out they happened so fast] We interrupt your dream venture to put you in touch with yourself. You don’t know yourself. I think you use a sadhana watch, and they won’t fool you. They tell it like it is. You’re out to lunch, and that other one’s over there not climbing the street right. You need each other to focus, a small sum of human beings, no more than a handful. You fit. You share similar interests. You live in close proximity. You can’t digital do this as a group come together. Get real with one another, nice and kind and polite, not tryin’ to pass up one another, not tryin’ to be mean.
[vision of Lisa, my deceased Rottweiler, curled up against an urban wall in a dog ball but her head up and looking at me, sadly] Titties suck my dear. You don’t get out of them what you need. They’re not your bread and butter. They test and try you, as humans do. Romantic love is hard to motion here. I think you’re friends, deeply connected, why you come together, how you come together. You’ll recognize this in dreams. You move on one another in the friendship relationship of a dream. You’re bonded. It’s great to be together. This gets deeper. You family one another. Respect this group. Leaving it’s a soul’s choice. It’s not based on petty arguments. You will go to school together learnin’ sadhana.
All your dreams come together in the group. Everyday you share them, work out meaning, time. This grows. You do this all the time. The inner relationship’s happenin’. Now you go together to sadhana central. You want to do sadhana all the time. A minute don’t go by without it. It’s your mainstay. It’s your life’s blood. It’s what’s you’re doin’ in life. You keep at it. You keep goin’.
A small circle/handful of people [words spoken simultaneously] do nothing else. This is the basis of life. It’s everywhere apparent. It’s how you concentrate. It’s there all the time, always concentrating. It gathers you. It puts you in touch with yourself so you see what you’re doin’. No tellin’ where you are with yourself. It could be at the beach. It could be in metallurgy. You could be climbin’ buildins, playin’ in the street or in front of a crowd. You’re always concentratin’ whatever you do. The mind’s the game.
Now what does that what you see in your mind carry, a present moment swirl? You do there concentrate. Where do you put the bubble? On higher than yourself. You’re tryin’ to reach divine. It’s the major of your focus, connection, contact. You know the divine’s right there in front of you. Keep the world relatin’ in that key, and everything you do will be fine. That’s the secret of sadhana.
I’m just ruined today. Nobody knows me under. I deal out cards of bright shiny poems. It’s just a reader’s poem with no readers. Bad material I guess, or awful writing. My room is a way station and a promise. I’ll hit the right note one day. Sadhana science, how do I show this to you? Where do I go to show this to you? It’s a concentration in your head you stay clean for. If I told you about the troubles. I still go to college. I got spirits in my head and they won’t go. [heard sung by The Strumbellas, “Spirits”] You know I’m hearin’ muse. This is a dictated poem. You’re all fired up.
Wanna say somethin’. It’s about the city of concentration. I think I’m learnin’ to keep the mind quiet not on external things, and that time is optimized for sadhana. These are the thoughts think about, and you go from there, put your own larger list together. What is infinity? What’s the nature of the universe? Does God care? What will lift my room? Do I get larger than time? Can I feel the feelings of another through brands of consciousness? What is the thought that stops thought? Am I showin’ you how to think? You’re up there where thought meets the sky, your husband. Do you hear that? We treasure this present moment our thought taking us skyward, and we are passive to that reach. You put the perspective on that. To those lonesome memories, you’re naked to the eternal now. Feel them that way.
Now we’ll repellant. Thought gets in the way. It’s not what you wanna do all the time. You want to be clear certain purpose. That’s a way of hold your mind no words or images. Smoking the cigarette of thought, chewing it out like a stick of gum, these are brands you wear. They spend and they disease. You don’t have to think. I’m learnin’ not to. It’s so much clearer in there. When I go to sleep I’m not a crybaby. Monster in those movies.
I handle sleep. I’m waking up on the hub of dreams. I try to retrieve them, or I’m writing a poem, and it continues. I spend my nights this way, in a wakeup mode going back to sleep. I get about six hours all told, seven on this night and that. My wakeup periods are long. Like I say I’m writing muse as the night bells ring, or I’m layin’ there where quiet meets my mind, pullin’ on the length of dream. That’s a sadhana sleep. It gets you in touch with the day. That’s been the content of the night, if you know how to read your dreams. Turn around and face tomorrow your dreams carry you too, and they show you yesterday to know what’s goin’ on. There’s just so much to dream, but it arms you for the day.
And now you’re ready to step out into the world a sadhana-go-round. Keep it simple, keep it clean, your honeydew in the world. Behaviors lead to sadhana, or they refuse it. You’re a sadhana keeper. Always remember that. It won’t go away. Like it can never reject you. I don’t care how reprobate you are, sadhana’s there for you. It will carry you through the storm. It will clean out your act. You’ll get better because of it. Just keep goin’. Let it fill your room. Don’t shy away from it because you think it’s judging you. It is always there to pick up. It understands your needs and will help you fill them properly. It’s the intention that counts, the attitude. Keeping your mind quiet on the divine, that’s your smelling salts. It’s how you save your life.
If you’re an ordinary sucker, you’ll have a harder time. You gotta get naked. You gotta take off all those clothes, get down to your primal need to fill your life with God. One episode of you are so filled, just one time and take this book with you for the rest of your life, and you will do sadhana, can’t help but to; it’s in your nature now.
Everybody wants to know the nature of progress. You love people, identify with everything. You’re not a grouch or a scrooge. You’re good to be with, not demanding or mean. You listen to people. It’s not all about you. I don’t think you make people feel uncomfortable, but you do challenge them by the obvious depth you live. You call to people, not with your eyes your shoes. That means you don’t mess with them. You tend to prefer quiet comin’ to the head, not hours and hours of music or all this environmental stimuli. You like nature, raw and clean. Walks accompany your day, walks through nature where you can find it. An animal can climb aboard. You’re a big bucket of love that knows how to pour itself.
This is what we know of love: rape and murder, and love’s right there with yah. No one took the sign off you need to be loved. All this spiritual growth sees that. You love everybody you come into contact with. You know what you love them for: love heals things, makes people better. I don’t think you can fake this very much. Spend some time with someone and see. Alright spiritual advanced person, let me count your love, not anything else. I wanna see yah love. I think the whole point of our spiritual shoes, we get to know love. A great big sadhana bring that out.
I’m a terrible husband— this is the spiritual call. I think sometimes it walks on your soul. I don’t know how to explain this to you. You’d think all would be right with the world. You’re torn asunder. You’re made to do things you don’t like. They gravity of the situation just eats you alive. You obey the call, like I’m doin’ now. You picked the wrong time to blast a hole in my shoes. I’m a servitor of divine will. I’m servin’ everybody not sinnin’, and here I am expose myself to your wrath. You’re not a noble person. I’ve seen what you do to people. You don’t love them atall. So my head’s on the chopping block the reality poem, and here I am giving you my bread for the umpteenth time. You’d think I’d had enough by now. Anyway here it is, a poem where you can do yourself and make the world ring, even if no one hears it, and they just think the worst of you.
They’re not snow that’s obvious. He seems to have a sadhana that doesn’t get any kickback in return. He doesn’t get validated except by his team. He is treated like everybody’s pariah. His sadhana circle listens to him, and others are few and far between. He’s a real human being. He got okay on the wheels/wings of his sadhana. [words spoken simultaneously] You have it now. Reader this is not brag or boast about. This is the path to divine consciousness and younger, and you’re gonna need a little younger. Open it.
A lot depends on the soul change. When you’re young, and you soul mother in hospital, we’re goin’ in some shockin’ of yours. Well he quoted us all trying to see her. You look like you losing what did you lose? The ability to stay awake in dream. You can’t do that, let’s tend silly here. It’s not your job to fight the Minotaur. That your job, trigger lucidity captain this ship. God dog does that look handsome! Some fancy’s got you hooked. You’re standing on the ability to move on dreams. Just get out of here. Take your consciousness and try it out. You can go up and in from there, up to the higher consciousness, in to the soul. Try it out. See how far you get. Obstacles determine pathway, and you see what’s limiting you. You really can get there from here.
Dream is a doorway where you get started to open the inner consciousness, and there your sadhana rides in its most visible form. You need this to survive. Burn out early if this is just all in your head. The inner consciousness will take you there to all the meanings you have missed, to your direction of travel, and you’ll see the divines involved with you and get into soul things. It’s your guidebook. It’s your lamp. Your teachers talk to you through there. It’s a daily dose of miracle, and it moves your sadhana along a fresh start everyday. This is the major element most sadhanas miss, and we’re callin’ on yours in league with the world. I’m sure you got questions. Begin.
Alright Donny there’s a truth to tell. You’re bein’ spying on inside. The thoughts get yah. Oh she’s memorable wearin’ them thoughts. All these thoughts on God culminate in that one. When the bough breaks, [heard sung, nursery rhyme] and you enter Silent Mind. These are the memories to feel now, the character of enlightenment, regardless of your pain inside, of the happenstance of chance, the resistance futile. Go for it baby.
Keep the light goin’. Don’t go to sleep. Don’t her give up on that sadhana. You have a world to change. Say the same here. We’ve got our heads out for miracles. That’s a world line. Can you show this to us sweetheart? I’ll be back in about five minutes.
I’ve got tools for you. I’m gonna use them first, grow up Nithish. It’s the army in the game, and I’m a former Green Beret sergeant to show them to yah. Not so hard on the kid, but he’s gonna lesson. There’s just too much soft flesh there video game mode. Cheerio.
This blog is not just to put my stuff on. My blog is clear your highway. Stop defending yourself. What? Skin spots are really easy to spot. You have to come over here so I can help you. One by one they ran away from my house. Can’t figure out. I had given you really good soul stuff. Her whole house was zoom zoom zoom, and you’ve got a literature there tomorrow to bring to temple. Come in.
This post is going to show a type of dream that Donny, Mithun and I have worked with a lot, and that’s a very common class of dreams that show things that are going to happen the next day or the next couple of days or even what happened yesterday. And while I’ve had dreams that show actual physical outer events symbolically, the type of dream I’m going to share here shows what’s going to transpire within us psychologically, how we’re going to react to things that are going to happen in the outer world. The dream I’m going to share today also shows, in my opinion, a psychological movement in someone else.
I should point out that this particular dream is related to sex and sexual desire, which in the yoga that I follow is something to be overcome, along with a lot of other things that come from the animal part of our nature, such as anger and fear. So my dream treats it as something dangerous even though it’s something quite natural, and for most people overcoming sex isn’t something required of them. Regardless the dream is quite clear, and thus a good example of the way dreams do things. So I would encourage everyone to keep reading, especially if you’re someone who has a sexual deviation that makes your life miserable or even hurts others, because then you’ve got a good reason to get sex under control.
This dream, which I call ‘The Queen Dream’, forecasted an uprising of sexual desire that occurred in me later that same day. The dream also gave a warning, and I’ll relate the consequences that uprising of desire had on my state of consciousness.
When the dream began, I was in State College Pennsylvania, where I went to college at Penn State. I was somewhere that was sort of like a commune in the middle of the city. The focus of the place seemed to be gardening, as there were lots of potted plants around. A number of people were living and working there. I can’t remember if I was staying there or just visiting.
There was also a group of pretty, young, dark-skinned women there, wearing long dresses of different bright single colors. One of them was the queen, and it was forbidden that any man should touch her, though it was understood that once she got married her husband would have that privilege. The punishment for any man that touched her was death. She was allowed to touch men though, because at one point I was close to her, and she affectionately reached out and touched my stomach, but there was nothing overtly sexual or flirtatious about it. It was clear though that she was fond of me. Afterwards I asked a guy standing next to me, “If I just bumped into her by mistake, would I be killed?” He said, “Yes.”
So that’s the dream. Now what’s important to mention is, while I can feel attracted to all types of women, the kind of woman that gets my blood burning the most is a dark skinned woman like the queen. It’s the queen of my desire you might say. When Donny and I discussed the dream we both agreed the queen represented my vital/sexual attraction to this kind of woman. That touching the queen in the dream, means death shows it isn’t good for me sadhana-wise in the way that dreams tend to exaggerate things. The fact that there were potted plants around where the dream took place indicates the vital since plant life such as forests, etc. often indicates the vital part of the being, as does the color green. In addition, the fact that the larger setting of the dream was State College, Pennsylvania also brings lower vital indulgence to mind since it’s a renowned college party town. However, Donny also suggested that the setting was a college town since I’m dealing with sex on the ‘college level’, in other words, a more advanced level than say would be represented by high school or grade school. Regardless, we see that everything here points toward the vital, a vital atmosphere or a vital movement. So keeping in mind that dreams often show symbolically how we’re going to react psychologically to something the day after the dream (or how we reacted the day before), let me tell you what happened in the outer world that sparked my desire that day.
The evening after the dream, Midhun came into my room talking on his phone with a girl, and I wondered if it was his sister Priyanka, who’s a pretty young Indian woman I find attractive, though I’ve only met her once in person, since she lives three hours away. Under the influence of what I call ‘color’, I said loudly enough that she could hear, “Hi Priyanka!” Now what I mean when I say ‘color’ could be described as a mild form of sexual attraction, which makes us want to interact with, in whatever way we can, the someone we have color for. Color also makes it easier to be more kind, patient, helpful or understanding with people who fall within the range of our attraction. So I had said hi to Priyanka just to have the thrill of a little contact with her, but then Midhun handed me the phone so I could actually talk to her. So I said hello to her again, and she said hello back in a friendly way. She’s actually quite happy with me because I helped her and Midhun put together a video of her singing a song for her boyfriend as a birthday gift. I should mention she has a very sweet singing voice, which is another thing I find alluring about her. Anyway her English isn’t very good, so I just wished her a nice evening and that was it. Midhun left the room, and then I suddenly felt a rise of desire for Priyanka enter me like a breath, and the urge to fantasize about her was strong. I remembered the queen dream though and could see the connection. That is, the queen in my dream represented my attraction to this type of woman and this current state of arousal that was bad for my sadhana. That made it easier to stand back from the desire and let it settle down.
Now hopefully I have explained things clearly enough that the reader can see the connection between the queen in my dream, the symbol of my desire for dark skinned women, and the state of desire that was sparked by my interaction with Priyanka. I think it’s important to note that this dream was at the end of a long sequence of lucidity where I was going in and out of different dreams, and having varying levels of lucidity. This I believe is why the dream is so simple and clear. It was a purer dream or a deeper level of dreaming that doesn’t have as much weirdness or bizarreness as a lot of dreams do, even if they’re meaningful dreams. This dream was straightforward and to the point.
If you remember, at the beginning I said I felt the dream also showed what was going on psychologically in someone else. This has to do with the action of the queen in the dream, who touched my stomach and not my penis, and she did it in a fond and affectionate, but not overtly sexual way. And this is how Priyanka actually responded to me in our interaction because as I said, she is grateful for the help I gave her. She has a vital friendliness towards me like the queen did in the dream.
Now of course I didn’t literally die from all this, but it did have an effect on my consciousness. At the time of the dream I was getting a little bit of steam going sadhana-wise, and I had actually been lucid in another dream a few days before that. In addition, I was somewhat detached overall and able to keep from giving sanction to reactions that were rising up the way they do in life in response to this or that. I was also having periods of time where I was more conscious than normal of the constant stress, dissatisfaction, unease and grumpiness that is my vital’s default state. Hand and hand with this there was the recognition that things don’t have to be this way, that these moods are just habits of the vital, and it really is possible to be content and carefree instead. I know you might be sitting there saying, so what? But there was a knowing quality to it that isn’t there now when I think these same thoughts. I was really aware of the truth of this in a way that was subtle, but yet more substantial than just a thought in the head. All this up-buoyancy ended after the sexual uprising, which opened the door to other lower movements getting in. My little bit of detachment was replaced by a state of perpetual irritation with virtually everything and everyone that lasted for weeks and was frustrating because, try as I might, I couldn’t get a handle on it. It was an unpleasant drop in consciousness and the ‘death’ you could say of a more positive state.
But perhaps this was a drop that was avoidable. As I said at the beginning, this dream was a warning, or could have been, if I had taken it in the right way. It was showing me that something was going to happen soon regarding my sexual desire. The problem is, I wasn’t vigilant, and the dream went out of my mind after Donny and I discussed it in the morning. If I had used the dream as a tool to keep on the outlook for something, I may very well have caught myself before I blurted out, “Hi Priyanka!” with so much color. Regardless, the remembrance of the dream, after the desire had gotten in, did aid me to let it go faster than I might have otherwise. So it still helped. I want to mention that I also find it interesting that I didn’t actually touch the queen in my dream. This further makes me wonder if this little misstep was avoidable.
Now, in contrast to all this, something else very interesting happened that same day. Earlier in the day, before the phone call, Midhun was resting and had a very vivid vision of Priyanka, who reached out and touched his heart. He said he could feel her sweetness and her love for him, and that he was very happy to see her, actually felt like he was in her presence. In the vision he smiled, and when he came out of the vision that same smile was on his face. Now something like this represents, in my opinion, an actual contact with someone. Perhaps it was just him receiving a strong formation of love from his sister Priyanka, generated, no doubt, while she was thinking about him. Or perhaps it was her inner being, which came and paid Midhun a visit. Priyanka adores her little brother and makes lots of sacrifices for him and his musical endeavors, buying him first a keyboard and then a laptop, which is a lot of money for the salary she earns here in India, even though she has a college degree. Now, I think it’s fair to assume my dream and Midhun’s vision we’re related somehow, but what exactly that relation is, I can’t really say.
Now in closing, I’d like to come back to the subject of ‘color’, this low level action of sexual attraction that influences most, if not all of us. It’s something we’re all familiar with, though most of us probably don’t give it much thought it’s so natural. It brings to mind the image of the high school nerd following the gorgeous cheerleader around like a lost puppy dog carrying her books for her, even though he has no chance with her at all. So with this in mind I’d like to invite the listener to take a closer look at color in themselves and color in the world outside and see what a large part it has in making the world go round. If you look deeply enough and attentively enough, you might find yourself shocked at how pervasive it is, and how it’s showing itself in places that your unsuspecting mind would never have thought to find it. I will say though that while color is an insincerity, a form pf preference, there’s something true about it at the same time. At its fount and origin, it’s still love, despite what happens to it when it manifests on the surface of ourselves, that is, in waking life and in normal human consciousness. Anyway, nuff said!
The dream team (our dream group), from left to right, Mithun, Donny, Douglas, in the middle Nitish
Mouth neighbor, tell all the things of time to repeat of course. You always vanished a floating cock-a-doodle-do. The whole second explodes. Are you looking for a huge mistake? I would not be your handyman. Come on people now take the city out of your dish. We’re all on Candid Camera. We’re all Facebook, it’s regulatory commission. If you could find the butter, we can’t be out of the pressure cooker. The only thing we can do is smarten up. That fish with horns looks like something. Very little. We’re not about to seize our kingdom. We’re all concerned with our image. One at a time please. Oh poor Luna, belong to something now, oh boy shark’s tooth. How can one little thing make such bones? It looks like fried eggs. You love to live with ‘em at your table don’t yah? What’s that the metaverse? It’s an experiment: how do your worship it and change at the same time? Through time you can’t. The Dream Company changes us ever so slightly, manufacture’s august change in every so slightly increments. It’s a woodshop, shovel that incompletes the truth. It’s all around us you see. Can’t you see. Can I get a juice, a thousand dollar subway ticket? You can step on landmines if you’re not careful. You can get a bulldozer and damage your lawn. You can sure get tired of dreams. That snake with horns looks like something. Feel the order of the universe. Don’t just jump outta trees. What do you mean don’t podcast? Didn’t we have a burger earlier? Bear with me here I’m late. How do I show you podcast in the nature of your dreams. They’re our dreams instead. A horn’s on ‘em. They tell us how to interpret our dreams. Look mom I’m risin’ sun. And we’re busy writing them down. You can’t get that from here, spirituality. We transpose dreams on a record for you. An interpretation model we give. What happened? I don’t know a rock just hit me. You’re talkin’ at the border of come physical change. I can’t show it to you. I think that’s enough to tell us we’re in cahoots with you to dream show host. That’s our motion started. A lightning bolt, you can figure this out while you make up your mind to join the lab. I’m happy to. We are glad to hear that. See you soon.
We had to take down our podcast because we had to leave India and go back to America, and we had to choose what we could afford to continue to pay and what not. This blog and website we continue, but we can’t afford the podcast. We have 56 episodes in total, and one day we will host them somewhere again, YouTube perhaps, because it’s free.
A revolution is coming, and it has nothing to do with technology, politics, or economics, although undoubtedly those things will be affected by it, profoundly, inevitably. It’s an inner revolution, and it is that, the inside of us, we need to change to change the world. No outer revolution, of any kind, changes the fundamental ground of us. And because it’s a revolution of the fundamentals of us, it’s going to take a lot longer than, say, the revolution in communication and information brought about by the technology of the computer and Internet, centuries I’d imagine to get to the definitive stage. Though it’s hardly noticeable now, we’re in the very beginning of the revolution, have entered the first stage, as evidenced by all the interest and public discussion of its entrance subject. The stage will get more pronounced as it advances. In this first stage we really get into our dreams, remember them, record them, play with them, and finally, learn how to interpret them.
That will lead naturally to an astonishing discovery, and that will begin the second stage of the revolution, which is the personal application of the discovery that our dreams are a map of the yesterday, today, and tomorrow of our lives. The intelligence will just blow us away. Once we see many of our dreams describe what will happen the next day, showing us the inner view of the outer occurrence, with particular emphasis on our inner state, what makes it so hard to interpret prevision dreams, we will put matter aside as the organizing principle of reality, and science will have a lot of explaining to do. I mean, what who in us or about us can see this, not only the future, but the direction travel of our lives, what obstacles get in the way, and the best direction to get around or through them? Kind of makes you put media down, of any type, as the principle direction giver, you know?
The third stage of the revolution will reorganize, from the ground up, our social reality. Were you in my dream last night? No, but I messaged you. That’s your family and friends saying that, the plants and pets in your house, your enemies, memes floating in human mind, your whole darn world just to put it nicely, but, and you must pardon me, I’d have to include E.T.s from the cosmos at large, the good, the bad, and the ugly. We will begin to get a picture of our shared field of consciousness, what we haven’t been able to see so wake-centric we’ve been, and pointing fingers and individual islands, not to mention tick-tock the game is locked told to social outcasts, will just melt, and we’ll have to put new meanings in the social field, shared meaning primarily.
Those meanings will have a lot to do with growing suspicions. Do we also share identity? Does human life have an actual purpose other than just to live long and prosper? Is ego identity the final say in human identity? Is a change in consciousness necessary to fulfill human purpose? Are beings not clothed in matter messing with us, helping us? Below the hidden lie the original questions. So we have a soul? Is there a God, and if that answer is plural, what the heck dude? And if that answer’s also singular, is that all the way to the nameless One? How deep does this rabbit hole go? Are we unconscious actors for a larger beyond? It’s in this fourth and final stage of the revolution, answering those questions, we put on our soul and spiritual wings, and that’s when humanity, as a whole, takes off and flies. Now, individuals can.
Start with your dreams and go from there, unless there is already happening. Then just keep going. If you start to become lucid in dream and/or have out of body experiences, try to see how deep, wide, and high you go inside. Try to leave the dream field and go beyond. You can also start with meditation, if you can get into conscious trance to explore, which is not to find more land inner or otherwise but deeper and higher fields of consciousness. The links I’m leaving show the journey I’ve taken.
The Evidence of Man Lucid dreaming, near death experience, and inner body time travel.
Introduction to Soul Power The soul and reincarnation, who I was in recent history, not anyone you ever heard of.
Help You From the Rear View Mirror Silent Mind, the experience of emptiness characteristic of it, and overhead experience, including supramental, all looked at in a review of the movie Who’s Driving the Dreambus?, which sees existence as oneness but meaningless. Go figure. And I do.
I’m Not Picking Up Stump Posts An example of our shared field of consciousness manifesting in dream, using a personal dream that shows the inner reality of a Facebook post and its viewing by other people.
Under the Graffiti Learning to extend déjà vu so to see the immediate future. Scroll down the page to the story entitled: “Under the Graffiti” and then see past the vulgarity, if you’ll excuse me please.
An Order of Chakra Shakes Discovering my 7 chakras on the Continental Divide in the mountains of Colorado, a don’t try this at home folks story.
Winged Information, A Peer into the Mountaintop Silent Mind, the kosher and abbreviated telling, and too much talk about the spiritual path. It was a published shot, and I just fumbled it.
Hey John Coward,
me too coming.
Standing on the train.
Look at
where is she:
is this a science
or is this evidence?
You look for invigorating theories
brought on by the catchphrase word.
Delve deeper and you might find life.
What’s this habit here?
Only outward tuned.
Tell me you don’t know anything:
it’s all conjecture, guess, and patchwork answer.
Evangelize this uncertainty.
All that can be known is in your little book.
Gimmie that a second;
right here
it says you’re at
a larger historia
than right here taking an inventory of what I’m saying.
Behind closed doors
a muscle romance with dawn
tells your inner life with dream.
Behind walls of thought
you are rounding
2000
go somewheres.
Open your inner life,
spend time there.
Where is the key?
In the realm of your bed,
around the neck of dream
and other things during sleep.
Pour over the books there like a university.
No way –
a phantom
I see it.
Superstition idn’t it?
Science’s armchair here?
Science can’t reckon there.
Ambulance
we got here.
Trade anonymous
perfume
for the smell of God at your door.
It’s expensive.
Oh you laugh and say smile?
Don’t try to shut up the bottom mile
Richard.
Alight lookin’ good Brenda.
Still study your cat.
Bank it on the lips of dream
the rest of it.
Originally posted with the title “See Beyond the Peon” and without the last verse as a comment to the BBC Magazine article Point of View: "Ghosts and the Material World", May 5, 2013. It came via the inner voice.
The Skipper and the Professor of ‘Gilligan’s Island’.
Recently, after I posted my latest blog, I was thinking about what my next post might be. I had two ideas and started writing a little bit for each one. Then one night as I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, I heard a voice say loud and clear, “Modern mythos.”
This is a theme I’ve touched on over the years in my writings, how all the different characters we’re exposed to in modern media serve as a modern mythos for our dreams to draw on for symbols. And since there can be a lot of variation in the characters we’re exposed to, because of what part of the world and what generation we grew up in, the modern mythos can be quite customized you might say per individual. When I grew up I was steeped in not just movies and television, but was also an avid comic book collector and know a lot of comic book characters, particularly Marvel comic book characters my dreams can use to show what’s going on with me the same way Greek and Roman gods and heroes would have been used by the dreams of people in those times.
Since the line ‘Modern mythos’ seemed like guidance I decided to write a blog post sharing and exploring a couple of these types of dreams. There was nothing really recent though in my dream journal that I could use, so it seemed possible to me that perhaps the dreams for this new post were yet to come. That proved to be the case, and two nights later I remembered two suitable dreams, both of which I will share as an examples of this type of dream. I’ll start with this one:
I’m with Darth Vader, but he’s actually my ally and we’re going to attack the Emperor. I’ve done something that has gotten the Emperor on the ground face down, and he seems to be unconscious. I want to stab him through the heart and kill him, but I have to leave for a moment to get someone to do something for me. When I come back the Emperor is awake. I stab him in different places with my lightsaber, but I can’t get him in the heart, and my attacks don’t seem to be doing anything. But then the Emperor changes into something like a big piece of plywood, and I’m smashing it with a hammer and telling people to take the pieces and burn them. While this is going on someone is organizing all the comic books that are here in the room in order to store them somewhere. The only one of the comic books I remember seeing was an issue of Daredevil, who’s on the cover dressed in a suit as his alter ego Matt Murdock. He’s with a woman who’s his girlfriend and who has stretching powers like Mister Fantastic.
The main part of this dream I think could be viewed as showing something universal in the sense that it demonstrates the plight of anyone struggling with their nature, shows how the spiritual warrior is dogged by hostile opposition in the process of purifying and converting all the parts of himself. The Emperor would seem to be some kind of hostile or anti-divine force opposing the spiritual endeavor or maybe the vital part or parts of us that are subject to that influence or perhaps all of those things. Darth Vader, in this dream at least1, would stand for a part or parts of one’s being that are in darkness, but are turning toward the light, a part that is being converted. That makes sense because Vader turns back to the light before he dies. Then there’s the character I play, the hero in the sense of the spiritual warrior, fighting the battle against one’s own nature and the forces of darkness that oppose.
Since this first part of the dream does seem to show a universal situation you can see how the three main characters could be swapped out with others. For example someone who was growing up in the first part of this century when Harry Potter was all the rage could have this same dream using Severus Snape in place of Darth Vader, and Lord Voldemort in place of the Emperor. The dreamer might also regard himself as Harry Potter or perhaps just play himself like I did in my dream: I didn’t regard myself as Luke Skywalker. And of course in the Harry Potter scenario the hero would be wielding a magic wand rather than a lightsaber. Here though we’ve reached a point where my dream steps outside the Star Wars mythos and starts using more mundane objects for symbols. My lightsaber, with which I was fighting ineffectively, becomes an ordinary hammer and the Emperor becomes something like plywood. Now what could that mean?
Donny feels that wood in a dream often represents something vital. That certainly fits here and would confirm that the Emperor is showing something in my vital that is under the influence of or has its buttons pushed by hostile forces. I’m not sure what a hammer might represent as opposed to a lightsaber, but a hammer is usually used to do work so maybe it signifies a labor I have to undertake. It’s also a very blunt instrument and certain types of hammers are used to break and destroy things. In this dream I used it to destroy the plywood, and then the pieces are taken to be burned. Donny said this movement suggested to him the idea of destroying something utterly, of burning it down to ashes, and that that could represent thoroughly rejecting whatever the Emperor/plywood represented, of giving it no quarter. Fire might also represent the fire of spiritual aspiration and tapas being used to burn up this particular wrong movement.
It’s interesting that the Emperor was vulnerable and seemingly unconscious at the beginning of my dream. Maybe whatever he represents could have been completely defeated at that time in my life, but the opportunity was missed. I wouldn’t bet on it though. It’s not easy to get rid of these things.
So now let’s examine the last piece of this dream: the comic book cover. Daredevil’s epithet is the ‘The Man Without Fear’, and rightly so since he literally has no fear and can resist fear toxins used by super villains. The other thing that makes Daredevil cool is he’s blind, but has enhanced senses including an additional radar sense he can use to negotiate the world. Given this Daredevil could perhaps represent occult powers or senses that can perceive beyond our normal five senses. I could see how a dream might highlight that feature of the character, but in this dream we find him as his alter ego Matt Murdock whose profession is a trial lawyer. This seems to me to be the key to interpreting the symbol at least as far as this dream goes.
Now a lawyer’s weapon is his mind and not his fists, and Donny also pointed out that a lawyer is an advocate, someone acting on your behalf for your wellbeing. Now at the time of this dream I was having a particularly rough go of it with the chronic pain I’m afflicted with in both my lower back and my knees. One problem I have regarding the chronic pain is the fear about it and the gloom and doom thoughts and feelings that can come up in reference to it, especially during a difficult period. So perhaps the dream is urging me to be ‘The Man Without Fear’ in the sense of being my own advocate and combating the fear, not just by rejecting it, but also by using my mind to reason with the vital and calm it down the same way a lawyer uses reason to present his arguments and win a trial. Or maybe the dream was showing me that some helpful force or entity was acting on my behalf to bring me courage, an intervention that might have been represented in the dream of an ancient Greek as the goddess Athena or perhaps by a hero like Perseus. I don’t think though that these two ideas are mutually exclusive, if you’re being guided to do something that would indicate the power or capacity would be there to help you do it.
So with that idea in mind we can take a look at the character of the girlfriend with the same elastic stretching powers as Mister Fantastic. This could simply be showing the capacity of being flexible, and since this character was a woman maybe it’s in the vital that I need more flexibility. What that might mean though in terms of some kind of action or effort on my part I’m not really sure. Maybe it has something to do with not resisting the fact that there’s chronic pain since resistance is something inflexible and unyielding that just creates more misery. That’s admittedly just a guess though, but not one that seems totally ludicrous. I’d add that fear and resistance do go hand in hand a lot of the time.
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The second modern mythos dream I had that night features the iconic American television show Gilligan’s Island. This was a show that was getting a lot of airtime in reruns when I was a kid in the 70’s and 80’s and one I would watch frequently. Here is the dream.
I’m with the Skipper and we’re on Gilligan’s Island. We’ve managed to get a hold of a working radio and have called for help and are talking to someone. Just as we’re about the give our coordinates, we lose the connection, and we figure we’ll have to try again later. The radio has changed into a book now, and we want to put it in the Professor’s hut for safekeeping because we know there’s one castaway that’s a bit crazy and doesn’t want to leave the island and who will try to sabotage our efforts. I’m trying to put the book in between some other books under the Professor’s desk. The Professor doesn’t seem too concerned about this crazy castaway, but I am.
This dream also seems to me to depict something universal about the human condition, and that is that we’re all basically marooned consciousness-wise in a small, cramped, miserable type of existence. And while we may have the aspiration to get out of it, there are still parts of us that don’t want to change and are sabotaging our aspiration at every step.
So from this outlook the radio suggests to me the idea of one’s call or aspiration to the divine as well as one’s receptivity to the divine power and influence, but it’s not easy to keep that call and that receptivity going all the time. The crazy castaway seems to be illustrating the fact that we’ve all got parts of us that sabotage our efforts whether consciously or unconsciously. The Professor would seem to represent the mind or something mental and perhaps is showing in the dream how we can be unconscious of these things that are sabotaging us. I’m not sure what the Skipper might represent, but he’s to some extent the de facto leader of the group as well as a good-hearted mama bear who takes the care and safety of the other castaways very seriously. Given this, could he represent the higher vital, or as Donny suggested, due to the fact that he’s the leader, the ego? It’s hard to say.
The fact that the radio turns into a book is interesting. Perhaps as Donny suggested it simply has to do with my daily reading of spiritual literature, which for the most part is the works of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, and the effect that has on the consciousness. At the time of the dream I was noting how reading Aurobindo’s The Life Divine would sometimes noticeably raise my consciousness and elevate my thinking for short periods of time.
One question I have, since I had both these dreams in the same night, is do Darth Vader and the crazy castaway represent the same thing or part of me? If that’s the case that would show how this part is still pretty mixed up, still stuck in a middle ground between conversion and following its lower bent. I often see swings in my dreams regarding Darth Vader where sometimes he’s my enemy and sometimes my ally. In fact while writing this article I had a dream where Anakin Skywalker was fighting with Yoda and other jedi masters. So because of this and also because I had these two dreams on the same night it seems logical to me the two symbols could be connected. And I think together these two dreams compliment each other in terms of painting a complete picture of where I was at and what I was facing at the time.
Before I wrap up here I’d like to point out that like with my Star Wars dream you can see the potential with this Gilligan’s Island dream to swap the main characters with different ones from other tv shows or movies and the dream would still carry the same message. For example, if you were a fan of the show Lost, that aired in the first part of the century and which also featured a group of people marooned on an island, your dreams could use those characters. The same essential scenario could also be shown using the storyline and appropriate characters from shows like Lost in Space or Star Trek: Voyager since the characters in those two shows are lost and trying to find their way home.
Now in closing I’ll admit there isn’t really anything earth shattering or unusually revelatory in these dreams, but they are good examples of modern mythos dreams and show how our dreams can take these cultural figures and use them to communicate with us. I hope to have more to say on this fascinating subject in the future.
Notes and References
I think it’s possible Darth Vader might just represent a hostile influence in some cases, such as the dream I shared on my post ‘The Emperor Has A Scheme’.
It’s so easy to get irked with people about the same faults we have or have had in the past, so easy to forget what we were like when we were young when dealing with young people and the difficulties their immaturity presents. It’s a blind spot that seems to afflict a lot of us when we become adults, this lack of tolerance and understanding for the young, like they should somehow not have the same faults we had at their age. I needed a dream recently to remind me of this. Let me share.
As I’ve pointed out in other posts we have an ‘extended family’ of people we are still involved with in addition to the young adults that reside here with us in our house. One of these young men is homeless, we’ll call him H. for short. H. shows up every once in awhile and wants to stay couple of days, would like to live here actually, but we’re not taking anybody else on at the moment. We have a general guideline that we let people stay two nights per visit, but since H. claimed he had both lost his job and had a fight with his mother we let him stay for four. After those four days both Donny and I, especially Donny, were glad that he left. H. usually keeps to himself when he’s here, but on this particular occasion he was frequently going into Donny’s room and wanting to hang out there. Both Donny and I like our privacy and don’t really want anyone else just hanging out in our rooms so that was bothersome for him as H. couldn’t take the hint. H. was also coming to my room to ask for money and the keys to the moped to go get this or that indulgence for himself, a soda or a snack etc. I’m used to our residents showing that kind of boldness when they want something, but the repeated coming for money on H.’s part got kind of annoying. I think it’s like the saying goes that “the fish had started to stink.” Anyone that we’re not accustomed to being around gets on our nerves eventually. I will say that something seemed to be bothering H., but we never figured out what that was.
A day or so after H. left I had this dream:
I’ve been staying at Billie’s house for a few days, but I’ve decided I’m definitely going to leave tomorrow. I’m pondering how I should spend my last day, and I think it would be nice if Billie and I went somewhere that we could hike. So I go upstairs to find Billie. I tell him my idea and he angrily tells me no he doesn’t want to go hiking. I’m taken aback by this and ask him if this is just because the fish have started to stink. I say “Maybe four days here was too much and two would have been enough. Please be honest if this is the reason so I will know if I ever come to visit again.” In a huff he admits it. I go downstairs and tell his mom Mary Margaret what happened. She says that she herself hasn’t been bothered by my being there, but that “it’s his daughter.” By this she means that my being there is getting in the way of Billie spending time with his daughter.
Back in 1999 I had gone to a Rainbow Gathering in Pennsylvania. When it was over I managed to catch a ride out of there with a group that was headed to Bloomington Indiana, so I figured I would get off at Richmond Indiana where I had gone to high school and see some old friends. The first place I stopped was the home of a mother of a friend of mine, Dave who wasn’t there, but actually living in Colorado. Karen let me stay a couple of days before she drove to Colorado to see Dave, and she made it clear I wasn’t invited though I wanted to go. Next I went to my friend Max’s house and slept on their couch for a few days before his wife told Max to show me the door. So I ended up at Billie’s where I stayed maybe a week, before I took a bus to New Jersey to stay with my brother for a few days before I got on a plane to Europe to go and see the total solar eclipse in Hungary.
Now at the time I was kind of baffled as to why Karen hadn’t wanted to take me to Colorado with her, and also why Max’s wife had wanted me to leave, because I couldn’t see what a mooch and a parasite I was being. Billie was more accommodating probably because he was my hands down best friend from high school. He didn’t say anything, but I surely wore out my welcome there too, eating his food and not contributing much except for buying all the marijuana we were smoking. I’m not sure how annoyed Billie got with the whole thing, but probably more than he let on, though I think he did enjoy having me there. I’m quite sure though that his girlfriend (with whom he was living along with their four kids) got annoyed by my presence.
So when I was looking at this dream it made me take a look at the way I was acting back then, how I’d made people feel the same feelings that came up in me towards H.. There’s part of me that realizes just on general principle that I need to get to the place where I don’t get annoyed by things like this, but the dream also brought the point home that I’ve acted the same way and really have no justification for getting annoyed with people who are still immature in the same way that I was back then. We have a number of people from our ‘extended family’ who come over here just to indulge their vitals and eat our food and don’t give nary a thing back, and if they’re asked to do something they’ll get in a huff about it or do a half-assed job. Our residents aren’t much different. That’s hard for my ego to take, but it’s largely immaturity on their part and I was the same way. The other big factor however is boys in this culture are waited on hand and foot their entire lives as they’re growing up, and feel like they shouldn’t have to do anything even when they’re a guest in somebody else’s home.
This wasn’t the end of the lesson though because a day or so after the dream another young man, we’ll call him Fred as in Right Said Fred showed up. Now Fred isn’t part of the extended family, but a nineteenth cousin or something of three of our residents. Fred is young, and extremely conceited, thinks he’s a big somebody because he’s a fashion photographer and has over 3,500 facebook friends following his personal page. He doesn’t get paid as far as I know for his photographs, just takes a lot of pictures of himself and his friends dressed up with sunglasses, and showing off their six packs if they have them. It’s the sort of thing young Tamils would like, glitzy and shallow, but I will admit that he has talent and thus he’s built his small following. Fred also has an amplified vital and wants a big party whenever he’s here. Usually he comes on a Friday and leaves on Sunday, but on this particular visit he came on Sunday and wanted to stay four days. It basically threw off our whole schedule as far as satsung goes, since our boys (who worship Fred) were running around with him taking pictures. They also bought beer and were drinking which is something Donny and I allow occasionally, but we want to be informed about it, and in this case, as is often the case when Fred is here, we were not.
Fred and I got off on the wrong foot from the get go after I first got back to India when he brought three extra people with him when he came for New Year’s Eve and then proceeded to tell me they were staying for two days when I told him to get them up and out of here on New Year’s Day. He’s just one of those personalities that will push things as much as he can, and the alpha in me doesn’t like being defied by someone trying to come into our house and do whatever he wants. Neither am I impressed with Fred’s 3,500 facebook friends, and find him mainly a disturbance who makes the house harder to manage while he’s here. During his visit this time though I realized my dream about Billie related to him too, and that he was just acting the same way I was back in 1999. Given this it’s interesting that both he and H. stayed for four days just as in my dream I was at Billie’s for four days. Maybe there’s some reaping of what I sowed going on here too. The other thing I tried to recognize is that, although I find Fred’s visits unpleasant, it’s a vital treat for the young men here who feed off his amplified vital energy and ‘let’s party’ atmosphere and who think he’s basically living the dream with his 3,500 facebook friends. I also found myself feeling a little bit sorry for Fred too, since he is good looking and with his swagger he’d do well with the ladies in a more liberal country, but here in India with this traditional culture it’s not so easy carry on a relationship. I guess that may be kind of silly on my part, but empathy is still empathy I suppose. I will say though that in general I feel sadness for the plight of young people here because of all the sexual repression and the archaic system of arranged marriages, but I digress.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t react to Fred’s antics during this particular visit, but there is a sort of epilogue to all this. A month later I came out of my apartment and heard a very loud voice downstairs that I recognized as Fred and was irked since he hadn’t called to ask if it was all right to come, something we’ve asked him to do as a courtesy. That night I had this dream:
I’m reading an account of something that happened at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, but at times it shifts visually to snapshots or short clips of what’s being recounted. There’s a group of people outside the ashram doing something with the Mother, and an obnoxious jogger passes by and yells “Byyyyyyyyeeee!” as he goes by. Then he stops and gets on the phone at a telephone booth. Everyone is just gawking at him until the Mother comes and tells us to get back to work and stop paying attention to the guy, that he has no importance.
The first conclusion I came to about the dream is that the obnoxious jogger who got on the pay phone represented Fred, who is both physically fit and also always on his smartphone. I took it that the message for me was to not get aggravated by him, see him for the thing of no importance that he is and carry on with my work. Now I think that’s true, but I think at the same time, and more importantly, the obnoxious jogger represents this part of me that reacts to Fred and creates an inner disturbance, because the real problem isn’t Fred or H. or whoever or whatever else I’m reacting too. The problem is my reactions.
I don’t know if I’m cured or not as far as reacting to Fred, but this dream really helped me, and I wasn’t bothered by him much when he was here this time and even felt some good will for him. The thing is though sometimes you have to lay down the law when you run a house like this, but the problem with me is the alpha male part of me overreacts and wants to bring the hammer down hard on challenges to its authority. It’s a continuing issue because if Donny and I didn’t assert ourselves at times our house would be overrun. What I need to do though, I feel, is work on getting a handle on myself in these situation and dealing with things firmly but with understanding, and not let my ego turn things into a pissing contest. Alas, yet another thing to work on and another thing it seems can only be completely solved by a change in consciousness since the human ego self, this way of knowing in which all these outer persons and events appear as something separate and distinct from ‘me’, is a thing of reactions and resistances. I don’t have the feeling though that if you shift to a higher way of knowing that lives in the oneness and unity of existence, that you turn into a passive candy ass. But I do think that there wouldn’t be any ill will or animal aggressiveness when you assert yourself, but rather a sincere compassion even when you’re acting in a heavy-handed way or with severity. Other people might still react to you as if there are still those baser feelings at play in you, but that won’t be the truth, just their reaction and misinterpretation. So I guess the final word is that living in a higher consciousness won’t save you from offending people. In fact, you might offend more people than you would otherwise, but you won’t be acting from ego and that’s what counts.
Stay away from the incomplete parts of Islam through ISIS. That dreaming ISIS. There are no dreaming years.
He told me that a harsh character found the credit for character within their character.
I have a lethal weapon. ISIS too has integers. Heatblast leave a notebook. They put a bomb in this kid’s mouth. That so formula.
my muse (inner voice and vision)
The following is an excerpt from an article in Dabiq[i], the first official magazine of Islamic State. It quotes three dreams of the suicide bomber of the Brussels metro in 2016, dreams he had in the months before he died:
“Khālid al-Bakrāwī (Abū Walīd al-Baljīkī) Metro Station Istishhādī
A man of strong character, a natural leader, Khālid was guided while in prison after having a vivid, life-changing dream. He saw that he was alongside the Prophet fighting the disbelievers. Narrating his dream, he said, “It was a vision. After hearing the last verse of al-Fath[ii] recited in a loud voice, I saw the Prophet on a horse in battle, a distance away. The vision took me beyond the battlefield. I saw myself as an archer shooting arrows at the enemy. I would shoot, take cover, then shoot again.” He narrated other details of the dream and said, “I then woke up, back in my prison cell.”
After leaving prison, full of conviction and steadfastness, he started giving da’wah in his neighborhood, calling the youth to make hijrah to Shām. He also wrote a few articles on the crusades of the era fought by the West against the Muslims. All preparations for the raids in Paris and Brussels started with him and his older brother Ibrāhīm. These two brothers gathered the weapons and the explosives. After the blessed raid in Paris, he saw another dream, which motivated him to carry out an istishhādī operation. He narrated, “The second dream was three months ago. It was a vision that took place from fajr[iii] until dhuhr[iv]. I arose to a high place, as if I was in space, surrounded by stars; but the sky was like the blue of night.” He then heard a voice in the dream telling him that he was created only to worship Allah and ordering him to fight for His cause and make His word supreme. He then woke up.
Abū Walīd then narrated a third dream: “I had a vision that also took place from fajr until dhuhr, but ended at night. I saw myself on a boat along with Abū Sulaymān and another brother. Each of us had a Turkish soldier as a hostage. I had a pistol and Abū Sulaymān had a belt. I told him to give me his belt, as I would feel better having it. So he gave me the belt and I gave him my pistol. I then quickly advanced with the Turkish hostage in order to close in on other soldiers, two of whom were in front of us. I detonated my belt, killing the soldiers. My head then descended to the ground. One of the brothers working on the operation and Shaykh al-‘Adnānī took my head and said, ‘Check to see if he is smiling or not.’ I then saw my soul and those of the three soldiers. All of a sudden, the soldiers’ souls burned and vanished and, suddenly, the banner of Islam – represented in the dream by the flag of the Islamic State – came out of the earth and was shining brightly. My soul then became full of light.” He then heard a voice in the dream telling him that he had achieved deliverance. Abū Walīd continued, “I prostrated quickly and repeatedly pronounced the takbīr[v]. I then awoke to find my heart beating fast, and I was taking quick breaths.”
One would expect the leader of ISIS, al-baghdadi, whom they claim to be the Caliph of Islam, to be the dreamer they are reporting here, not some corporal who’s only going to kill himself after having such ‘inspiring’ dreams. This is the first time Dabiq, their English medium magazine, has included a dream account that aims at showing Allah inspired a suicide attack[vi], and it’s interesting that it comes a month after I posted a comment on Internet Archive where a copy of the previous issue of Dabiq was made available. That comment included a link to a poem video[vii] I’d been sending out for the previous month trying to get the video to ISIS. In the video, among other things, I ask why someone with the spiritual stature al-baghdadi’s supposed to have doesn’t guide by his dreams and implied that their decisions as a group do not come from dreams and visions but from things like Google maps, the need for men and supplies, the lust for power, and the like.
I can only speculate whether this dream account and the claim that “both IS leaders and members strongly relate to their nightly dreams”[viii] and a rumor circulating that al-baghdadi used a dream to make a military decision in 2014, are a result of ISIS seeing the video and trying to prove me wrong. I can, however, be reasonably sure they’ve seen it by now, will probably read this article, and so I want to take this opportunity given me to examine this dream account in the light my experience with dreaming. In my opinion, much of the supposed guidance in these dreams is a mixture of Khalid’s dispositions and desires as well as a hostile influence pushing him toward the act of destruction he carried out in Belgium, dreams which are being reported by ISIS for propaganda purposes. In my analysis of these dreams, it’s my intention to try and expose these corrupting elements, as well as the misunderstanding and misinterpretation by Khalid of some genuine symbolic elements in these dreams in order to suit his lethal intentions.
Encountering it has made me realize it’s not wise to call for a society-wide wholesale opening to dream and vision. That would be, as Douglas said when I told him these dreams, a disaster. Neither is it a good idea to encourage people to guide by their dreams without first warning them dreams can deceive as much if not more than they can help, and that, long before they can be a good source of guidance, you have to have cultivated an integral understanding of their nature and purpose in the course of working with your dreams over a long period of time. You have to explore dream, not simply have them and remember them. The inner revolution I’ve been talking about won’t come from simply opening to our dreams but from learning to use them to go deeper within ourselves to discover who and what in truth we are. It seems fairly obvious Khālid didn’t use his dreams to discover truth, was not an inner explorer. He sees himself in them and believes whatever he sees.
To take a dream or vision at face value, as if it’s an oracle of truth because it comes from inside us, can lead to tragedy, what these dreams led Khālid to. He didn’t understand that dreams, more often than not, show us what’s going on with us, what we want to do, not what we should do, what we fear will happen, not what will happen, what we think the truth is, not what it is, and he didn’t know that they are constantly tampered with by the hostile powers, the field of dreams being their stomping ground, they being the non-physical creatures that they are. Between us Douglas and I have over 50 years of daily experience working with our dreams, oftentimes with the dreams of others, and although they’ve become for us a source of guidance, because we’ve developed dreaming to the degree we have, we have to be constantly on our guard so as not to be fooled, and I still get fooled sometimes.
That brings in the other corrupting element of these dreams I want to expose, one that’s made examining them a challenge, and that’s the fact that they have clearly been doctored to spout ideology and are being used as tools of propaganda. It’s not possible to separate with complete certainty what Khālid actually dreamed and what both he and Dabiq added to and subtracted from his dream accounts, and most certainly such has been done to these dreams. They bear the mark of the spin doctor. As my muse puts it, “added literature, fake literature, fake news from Allah.” To one degree or another, it’s a factor to consider in any dream account you hear second hand, but with one from ISIS, a religious/socio/political group of extremists that have taken propaganda to new levels of deception and style, it’s the major consideration.
To simply pass these dreams off as propaganda, however, and therefore not worth the trouble to examine, would be foolish. They’re being used by ISIS to convince others to carry out suicide attacks, and, however much they were misinterpreted and misrepresented by Khālid and doctored and construed by Dabiq, these dreams, in their raw form, were a factor in convincing him to kill himself and as many unsuspecting everyday people as he could in the process and to aid others to do the same, which he does as obediently as a house dog.
Not being able to see these dreams as he really had them but doctored as they are, I’m unable to say how much they were just showing him what was cooking with him and how much they have been tampered with by the hostile powers. It’s an influence on us in dream and vision, as Douglas has been showing in his two latest articles. How big an influence depends on the individual and their opening to the beast in themselves. That such an influence is acting upon ISIS I have no doubt, not only by the depravity of their brutality, but also by coming into contact with it as I was making the above mentioned video, the physical effects of which I talk about in the introduction to the video on this blog.[ix]
To one degree or another, each one of us are under the influence of the hostile powers, even people considered good, and when we learn this it will greatly change the way we understand and deal with human evil, since we’ll see an outside will acting upon us that can become stronger than our own. In the case of ISIS as a group, however, that influence has taken over, and it’s as though they have fallen into a hole they cannot now climb out of. They let it in with their diabolical violence, no doubt as a means to gain quick attention, but I’m sure they didn’t understand that it’s not a door they can close once it’s open, unless they renounce and repent being ISIS, and even then its mark will be upon them the rest of their lives, a stealthy persistent influence awaiting re-entry.
The process known as radicalization, whether that be done face to face by an inman or whoever or indirectly through social media, is insufficient to account for why someone such as Khālid, a native of the city he blew such a monstrous hole into, would so willingly annihilate himself and as many others as he could, the worst thing in his power to do, something that aims at destroying the very idea of what it means to be a human being. That lethal idea got ahold of him when he opened to ISIS, probably even before he contacted them, as it’s done and is doing to many today, all over the globe, completely independent of ISIS, and it’s a conscious idea and non-human, anti-divine, and human suffering is its food. This phenomenon, to go off and kill as many people as you can however you can, is a conscious formation working within the collective field of human consciousness, in other words an active virus in the collective inner life of humanity, that in ISIS has found a home, but it’s worked it’s dire spell on anyone who goes on a killing rampage, which, in our times, has become something panhuman.
A person opens the door to that lethal idea when they hate, be that a hatred of society itself or some group within it, and even if they themselves don’t carry it out or even consciously consider it, their hate is a will acting on anyone who does, aiding and abetting the hostile formation. Since we live in a collective, shared field of consciousness, our hate accumulates and becomes a force that seeks action, which manifests in individuals such as Khālid and anyone else whose action annihilates. In other words, we are all partly to blame for such tragedies. It’s not possible at this time to directly fight the hostile formation, but we can work to stop the hatred among ourselves so at least our collective will isn’t helping it to manifest its hell.
How are we all partly to blame? The hatred of whom is considered evil, including ISIS, is also hatred that becomes will for a mass murderer to murder, and when you examine it, hating whom we consider bad is basically the how and why we hate, the bad people being, most often, those people not of our kind, which could be and often is simply just a person of another political party. We really need to look at this, since it’s what’s giving rise to groups like ISIS to begin with, because, on the inside of humanity, hatred is the order of the day, and, on the inside, it’s so much stronger. We, meaning you and I, whoever you are, are not innocent of their coming to be.
Whatever ISIS may say, the driving force behind them isn’t a passionate love for God but a murderous hatred of anyone not them, whom they feel are either non-believers or bad believers, which is anyone who isn’t a member or supporter of ISIS. In such a narrow hateful environment it’s no wonder the hostile formation pushing for annihilation is given such free play, seems to seize people who want to join ISIS, be the idea many if not most have in their minds as what they want to do as ISIS members, kill themselves and as many other people as possible at the same time, and it’s no accident it’s what ISIS uses as its major weapon, is something so characteristic of and central to its existence.
“A force demoniac lurking in man’s depths That heaves suppressed by the heart’s human law, Awed by the calm and sovereign eyes of Thought, Can in a fire and earthquake of the soul Arise and, calling to its native night, Overthrow the reason, occupy the life And stamp its hoof on Nature’s shaking ground.”
It’s so telling that, when ISIS begins to publish personal dream accounts of their members, they choose this one from a suicide bomber and construe the whole account to lead up to a justification of his actions, wanting us to believe God himself, through whatever divine intermediaries, not only willed him to do it but gave him the mission to. But the propagandists in Dabiq do not know enough about dream and vision to pull it off, about human nature either, and they do not know that when you are claiming to embody the one and only truth upon earth, and you use lies to spread that truth, you reveal that you’re not embodying it.
One can dream anything, and dreams can help us heal ourselves and others (the more so the more conscious soul contact we have), which is what Douglas and I have been focusing on this blog, the helpful nature of dreams, but they can also trick us into hurting and killing people, the latter depending on how much influence there is from the hostile powers and how much we want to hurt and kill, an aspect of dream we have neglected to give the emphasis it needs, since dreams and visions are so often a factor when one of us harms (not only bodily) or kills others. I cannot emphasize enough that any dream or vision that’s telling you directly or indirectly to do something must be ardently questioned and not automatically obeyed, even when they’re telling you to preach what you feel is the truth, most especially when they’re telling you to harm yourself and others or bring yourself glory, regardless of whatever divine clothes the mission may be wearing to give it authority and a look of righteousness.
Dreams and visions are most trustworthy as guides when they’re suggesting or telling you not to do something that would violate others or harm yourself or aggrandize your ego. Khālid doesn’t even bat an eye when a voice in dream tells him that he’s achieved deliverance by carrying out a suicide bombing. He falls to his knees and blesses God over and over, and then simply goes out into the waking world and carries it out, believing by that mournful deed he’ll be liberated from sin and death.
Or so Dabiq would have us believe. That he willingly carried out his attack is something that doesn’t seem to be in question. The question is, of course, how much is Dabiq putting those words of divine mission into his dreams’ mouth?
As I suggested but didn’t explain in the beginning, dreams of this stature, ascending upon high to receive a divine word and mission, seeing your soul transfigure and hearing another god-word telling you you’ve been liberated, among other things, are characteristic of a prophet, seer, or significant religious figure, not some fall guy about to blow himself up no different from the all the rest doing that. Either Dabiq or the hostile powers added these seer elements, the former to fool us and the latter to fool Khālid, and it’s a tossup as to who did the most fooling.
The dream account begins with a quote from the Quran. Although Khālid was in the restricted environment of prison and perhaps hearing or reciting that verse often, it’s unusual to hear something of such length and clarity in dream all in one go, but not impossible. It’s more probable he heard a portion of it and reported he heard the entire verse. Although it’s saying to be harsh to unbelievers and merciful to believers, it’s not a call to arms and seems to suggest Christians and Jews are believers too, though in the one God not in Mohammed, as other verses in the Quran suggest. If you were a jihadist and were adding material to this dream, you’d pick a less ambiguous verse for your cause, one reason this dream seems to me to be more genuine, another being that it’s a common feature of dreams, if you’re devoted to a religion as Khālid was, to dream of the prominent religious figures of it, especially in the sort of monastery prison can be if you are religiously devout. Add to that he was most likely being indoctrinated in the jihadist interpretation of Islam and therefore when he sees such a figure, it’s not surprising it’s on a battlefield. It’s significant that Mohammed is nowhere in sight when he’s shooting arrows at the enemy, a symbol they interpret to mean he’s to conduct jihad, but in my experience with this symbol, it has more to do with pointed messages you send to people than actual fighting, what we see him doing when he gets out of prison and is writing articles about jihad. Whatever the case, if the verse was added or embellished or if it’s a truthfully told dream, both Khālid and Dabiq interpret this dream to mean much more than it does in itself. It’s interpreted as his first call to arms in jihad, where he will end up indiscriminately killing anybody in the Brussels Metro near him in the near future, be they Muslim, Christian, Jew, or whomever.
Dabiq frames these dreams, as I’m showing, to lead up to Allah ordaining his suicide mission, through whatever channels of dream and divinity. Dabiq tells us that in this first dream he’s fighting alongside the Prophet, a framing technique that puts Khālid and his actions on equal footing with the battles Mohammed fought, In the dream, however, he’s some distance away, and in dream that’s quite significant, the distance we are from someone a symbolic representation of our actual proximity to them in terms of our intimacy with their person. When it’s a religious figure, it shows how close we are to their ideal, not only their person. Here, he’s not close but some distance away, and we aren’t told Mohammed’s looking at him or even aware of him, probably because he wasn’t, and that would put a lot more distance between he and Mohammed and would suggest he has little or no part in Mohammed’s battles, and so Dabiq embellishes greatly by saying he’s beside Mohammed. A dream shift occurs, and we see him shooting arrows at an enemy fighting wherever beyond the battlefield is. It’s not alongside Mohammed. The further details of the dream we aren’t given, and you have to wonder if that’s because it would detract from the impression they want to give. Since dreams are symbolic, the more details you have the better you can interpret the meaning of a dream. Dabiq describes this as a life-changing dream, what put Khālid on the path that would ultimately lead him to carry out his suicide mission.
The second and third dreams are framed within the call to prayer, beginning at the dawn prayer and ending at the noon one, and it’s not unusual for dream to initiate on an outer sound and end on one, especially end, if the sound wakes us up. What’s odd here is the length of the dreams. Several hours is a long time for a single dream. In fact, neither Douglas nor I have heard of a continuous dream lasting that long, and these dreams are not full of dream shifts, one of the most noticeable characteristics of dream, where the individual elements and scenario are changing constantly, and the longer the dream the more shifting there is. They are presented as having the continuity of waking life experience, one scenario that plays itself out in dreams that we are told lasts several hours. That’s just not characteristic of dream, as I’ve said. It makes me hold framing the two dreams within the call to prayer under suspicion, something either Khālid or Dabiq embellished slightly or greatly to suggest his dreams were participating directly with Islam.
I cannot say much more about the second dream other than dreams do give people missions, as any study of dreaming down through the ages will show, and such dreams usually involve spreading a religion, and so he could’ve had this dream as it’s related, whatever’s askew about its length, but it’s too by the numbers for me not to question it, too literal. Besides, Khālid’s contemplating murderous suicide by this time, and you wouldn’t imagine the heaven of Islam here leading him further along that path, but you would the hostile powers. I’ll also say that, when examining the truth value of a dream account you hear secondhand, just being given a summary of what the voice of dream said and not the exact words, you have to be suspicious either a lot’s been lost in the summary or it’s been made to mean what the people reporting it want it to.
The third dream ties the dream account specifically to suicide bombing, what it’s been leading up to since the beginning: showing it was willed by Heaven and was a blessed and sacred act. It’s also the most over the top dream in terms of divine fireworks, and therefore the most, I feel, tampered with by Dabiq. The first part of the dream is quite normal as far as dream goes and shows in symbolic terms his growing desire to kill himself and others, what he’s been thinking about in regards to it, which seems to be how brave and daring he’ll be, not should he do it. (He is by this time convinced that he should and is aiding others to do that and planning attacks.) Is he smiling or not represents the question of his bravado, and it’s interesting that it’s not answered. Instead, a remarkable thing happens: he sees his soul.
Seeing a representation of the soul in dream isn’t all that uncommon. While this may have been what he dreamed, it’s a little suspicious to me in light of the video I mentioned where I question ISIS about dreaming. The video, in its essence, is about the soul, and in it I say that they are not in contact with their soul nor have knowledge of it. It’s the biggest challenge I make in the video. Did Dabiq add this to his dream so to prove me wrong, or was it indeed a part of it? We have no way of knowing without further information, but because from here on out the dreams ceases to be symbolic and becomes more literal, the whole nature of the dream changing from a vital one to a religious and spiritual one, I think it’s a legitimate question.
If you were adding such things of course you’d show that the souls of the enemy, who are also Muslim we can reasonably assume, are inferior, their souls being gray insignificant things and just burning up while Khālid’s undergoes a transfiguration, but not before this happens: “suddenly, the banner of Islam – represented in the dream by the flag of the Islamic State – came out of the earth and was shining brightly.” Why the commentary here? Why doesn’t he just say the flag of ISIS? Because they want to say that the flag of Islam and ISIS are one and the same and therefore that ISIS is the true Islam. Because they are not truthfully reporting a dream account but are spouting propaganda.
Once his soul transfigures and becomes full of light, Dabiq calls him Abū Walīd and not Khālid, the name change in the account is significant no doubt, coming as it does after his transfiguration and after he’d detonated his belt. He’s now the son of his father, the son of Islam being the implication here I feel. In any event, now he’s somebody.
Once he saw his soul it appears he became the observer in the dream and not a participant, a common characteristic of dream, switching back and forth from observing to participating, but wouldn’t he be his soul and not his mortal self once his soul transfigures, seeing how he’s again a participant prostrating himself and blessing Allah and is no longer the observer? I ask this question based on what I know about coming into contact with your immortal soul. You wouldn’t wake up from a dream of being your transfigured soul excited like a little kid. You’d have had a brush with eternity and be filled with the calm and peace such contact brings. Neither, by the way, would you be liberated from sin and death by such a murderous suicidal action, and if the voice of dream did actually say that, and again we hear a summary and not the exact words, it’s not the soul’s voice or the divine’s. It’s the hostile powers’ or a manifestation of Khālid’s intense desire to carry out such a tragic act.
It seems they’re trying to make this out as a religious experience and not just a dream, what Khālid seems to feel all three dreams are, why he calls them visions no doubt. It’s clear he’s not using the word vision in the sense I do, as dreams you have or voices you hear when awake but in a slight trance or in twilight, between waking and sleeping, usually much less immersive and shorter than sleeping dreams. Dabiq sticks to the term dream throughout, and I can’t help but wonder at the discrepancy. Would it have anything to do with my challenge to them in regards to dream? If they too called them visions, the account wouldn’t get the tag it needed to go out into the world as proof they are into their dreams and guide by them. It’s a no accident the discrepancy is there, since this is propaganda, and every word is purposefully placed. Whatever the case, this third dream is too incongruent for me to accept either as a truthfully reported dream or a religious experience. It’s a carefully construed piece of propaganda of the most potent kind, like the other two dreams, having just enough truth in them so as not to be able to clearly see the lies. Here with this dream, however, they are so bent on spouting ideology they show their hand.
To get any real picture of what was going on with Khālid’s dreams, we’d have to see an unedited dream journal that tried to include as many of the thousands of dreams he had in the months before he died, not only the ones that seem to be telling him to become a suicide bomber. Since he was calling on God, focused on Islam, and no sincere call goes unanswered no matter how seemingly unfit the vessel, he would’ve had dreams that questioned the dire action that had taken hold of his mind, dreams that tried to warn him and that contradicted ISIS, and I say this based on being myself an unfit vessel but still calling on God, not as one righteous pointing the finger at Khālid. I have gotten so much help from dream and vision. We all get help to one degree or another, and no doubt Khālid did too, since dreams aren’t just random firings of the subconscious regurgitating our lives but meaningful insights into ourselves and our world, however much they can be tampered with by hostile powers or people with bad intentions or by our own, but we have to be able to see the true from the false in dream and cling to the true, and towards this end I submit my article.
“Injustice justified by firm decrees The sovereign weights of Error’s legalised trade, But all the weights were false and none the same; Ever she watched with her balance and a sword, Lest any sacrilegious word expose The sanctified formulas of her old misrule. In high professions wrapped self-will walked wide And licence stalked prating of order and right: There was no altar raised to Liberty; True freedom was abhorred and hunted down: Harmony and tolerance nowhere could be seen Each group proclaimed its dire and naked Law. A frame of ethics knobbed with scriptural rules Or a theory passionately believed in a praised A table seemed of high Heaven’s sacred code. A formal practice mailed and iron-shod Gave to a rude and ruthless warrior kind Drawn from the savage bowels of the earth A proud stern poise of harsh nobility, A civic posture rigid and formidable. But all their private acts belied the pose: Power and utility were their Truth and Right, An eagle rapacity clawed its coveted good, Beaks pecked and talons tore all weaker prey. In their sweet secrecy of pleasant sins Nature they obeyed and not a moralist God. Inconscient traders in bundles of contraries, They did what in others they would persecute; When their eyes looked upon their fellow’s vice, An indignation flamed, a virtuous wrath; Oblivious of their own deep-hid offence, Mob-like they stoned a neighbor caught in sin.”
[ii] Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah. Those who are with him are harsh against the unbelievers but merciful to one another. You see them bow and prostrate themselves seeking the bounty and pleasure of Allah. Their mark is on their faces from the trace of prostration. That is their likeness in the Torah and their likeness in the Gospel, as the seed which puts forth its shoot and strengthens it, so that it grows stout and rises straight upon its stalk, delighting the sowers, and through them He enrages the unbelievers. Allah has promised those of them who believe and do good deeds, forgiveness and a great wage.
[vi]https://sustainablesecurity.org/2016/09/08/islamic-state-and-dream-warfare/ “These issues are the first times Dabiq has contained personal dream reports of significant IS members intending to demonstrate the glorious Allah inspired sacrifice of their martyrs.” I should also credit Iain R. Edgar, a dream researcher at Durham University, who published the above article and others about the dreams of ISIS on the web, what alerted me to their existence.
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