Death’s Star

photo by the author
You want to recognize you’re there dead.
You can’t take a worldview.
You’re not operating in that anymore.
You’ve just died.
This is serious business.
It’s a wake-up call
on the other side.
The enormity of the shock
takes your breath away.
You’re just stunned,
not knowing what to do.

Where is Jesus?
Where’s the stars?
No religion has showed up yet.
You’re on your own,
transitioning.
It hurts.
It’s just simply awful.
You can’t stand it.
You don’t want to be there.
You don’t know how to be there.
There’s no instruction manual.
You’re dead.

But life has just begun,
the dead life on the other side.
You cry out for help.
Someone hears you.
Are they the right one?
You don’t know how to do it,
receive them.
You’re just so confused.
You open the door to faith.
What you believed in on Earth
has not abandoned you,
and if you didn’t believe in anything,
it comes now.

It’s tall and strange.
This is not what you expected.
It receives you
one moment/limit at a time.
[above words heard spoken simultaneously]
You are not automatically taken in.
You’re put up with.
You’re just a person there to process.
The compassion of the angels
shows in fits and starts.
You’re a long ways off
from being received
on their condition.
You’ve got to glow first.

Bad times ahead,
as you encounter
what tripped you up
on Earth,
what got your goat,
what you couldn’t handle,
what you refused to see,
what you licked and swooned over,
what you didn’t know hurt you.
You are put in these situations
where you encounter dream.
There is no home base anymore,
no central mode,
but you come back to yourself over and over.
That’s your central lair:
you are this being in time.

It runs roughshod over you
you have to dream on.
You don’t like it.
It sucks.
Slowly you get your feet under yah.
You get used to the rhythm
of see-saw death.
You climb.
You step up.
You receive them,
all these packages
of people you knew in life
that you made a storybook with.
Some of these are reunions.
You hold their hand.
Some of these are joy-shock.
You cling to each other.
What we wanted on Earth
we get here.

You’re in union.
It lasts the length of a cup,
and you’ve been given a solid measure,
and you are ready to depart
for other perfection.
You see people there
you hated in life
or you did under.
You do not enjoy this section.
It’s compensation.
You give them what they need,
and you move on.

This is fair and certain:
you have your encounters,
and they show you life
as oneness sees it.
You can reject no one,
and all morality’s based on this.
It is oneness we spring from
and what we manage
living.
We are here to be one.
A deeper look arises from our journey.
We go the distance
to a greater life.
A quest of the Spirit pulls on us,
and we let it take us in its arms.
We are higher now,
lighter in spirit.
We are so together now,
and we’re ready for more.

I’ve taken you there,
right to realization’s wings,
when you become a ship on the other side
sailing into God’s heaven.
You’re right there at Heaven’s gates,
the heaven of your pearl,
the one you sing about
to encounter God.
You are not all together
a central ship.
Many heavens receive you,
and many positions of Heaven there are.

Now let’s get goin’
towards the realization of life.
You can open those doors here
and redirect your life,
and when you enter death,
you are in kingdom.
It’s not about dyin’.
It’s about being prepared to grow up.
We do that here.
We do that there.
Here counts
more than there.
Here is the rollercoaster
of the fly-room.

These are conscious gates you see.
Open up your life here,
on this growth,
and life will line up to receive you
in all of the quests you need.
Uncanny this,
strong and large.
You’re in good hands
on this journey
to your being’s growth.
I’m countin’ it to yah
precisely in measure
with my life under the sun.
I’m a conscious arrangement,
and I poetry this to you now.
Bombs away.
Thank God it’s Friday.
Thank God I’m not in your way.

Death’s a cookbook
I jargon.
I have a bunch of history books
repair life.
You want to read them now.
Come on let’s go to field.
I’m a happy bottom death.
I’m a joy to the world.
Just listen to me sing.
I planet with Mr. Rogers,
still have his medicine:
I really love
bonding agent
to the poems I write to you.
Take me.

You wanna watch that video or not?
It’s limited stairs,
but I’ve baked you at hide and seek,
and it’s all gone wrong.
There is no leeway here.
You just wanna get to where you’re goin’,
without all the rough stuff.
You don’t wanna lollygag.
There’s Hell’s kitchen
that will not move away from you,
if you don’t come to.
Where am I?
Oh shit you got it.
I’ve read your paperwork on that.
It’s my own.
We have been through these stages so many times.
It’s a revolvin’ door.
Just listen.

Hullabaloo
on your spot,
you have to be careful.
You haven’t learned my draft yet.
I’ve really gotten shadows.
Van Helsing,
here is monster’s lair,
where you find them.
Don’t scream yet.
They haven’t caught you.
Don’t realize your time,
they will.
Now I’ve put all the poise in,
and this poem is right here with the market.
How would you find after death?

Dally there
coverin’ up our pickup spots.
It’s the issue save a Lord.
This a mode to deliver God.
How does the call center get such a hideous head?
Can you hear it’s divine element?
Put it in your pipe and smoke it.
That’s how we race cars.
We local His feet put on,
and divine reason we format His being,
without that hunch.
I don’t say black I say white.
That’s not a dirty gun.
That’s not a slave our gun.
I get to know You.
I know you do.
Now be quiet.
Are You mad at me?
Put 10 extra effort,
add rifle
to your calling card.
It’s now clear.
Ah, open your eyes.
You’re a divine endeavor.

And that’s what we die for.
I mean God put us on to be human.
I haven’t listened to His music,
I haven’t listened to His song,
I have to keep dying to put it on,
and that’s the guitar,
the way we become divine.
This is street music.
That’s what blesses us everyone.
My God I’m arch-pink,
and I’ve got subscriptions.

Each thing we revolve around God.
This is a vehicle of thought.
Wow, we’re in the ways with man.
There might be the thought in there you wouldn’t even know exact,
but it already fits the handle
I have my hands on God.
We want to broadcast that
to where our being lives in time.
We are on the way to Godhood,
who we are in time.
Bust out usually for lunch,
on the wrong and us wanting to survive.
We meet that with heroes.
We do not let God down.
That’s our humanity.
I will pick it up
one role at a time
and deliver it from evil,
following
God behind the dust.

Death is not an entrapment.
We get up by it and fly.
We glory it all over us.
The 18 store is closed,
and we reveal something else.
Can we run?
We no longer die,
just our bodies
after a long field put on.
We manifest
the nature of God,
right here on Earth,
and we have conquered death
and overcome pain,
and that’s where we want to go with this.
There is no such thing
as a void of that,
and if I fall short,
this will be tied together
with real humanism,
with my humanity,
and I will overcome this obstacle in me and in man.

Okay,
email.
In fact,
put in the right notebook
and send it out to the world.
Principle the opportunity.
Praise the window.
It’s still goes into Mind,
whether we read it or not
on this post.
It’s how we survive the culls
on thought.
It’s how we survive.
I’m a limit-book on that.
I go beyond the limits.

Thank you for coming you’re across the road,
where death is not so bright.
We are not in its envelope.
It is not our keeper.
It’s a son of a bitch.
Between love and your loved one
there is death.
I am sorry this be.
We can do nothing about it but die.
If death were a person I’d shoot him,
gouge his eyes out,
but let’s be reasonable about this:
the acceptance of death is the acceptance of pain.
Death alludes us,
will not let us explain reality
in terms of trust and love.

Alright it’s there.
So be it.
Here’s some advice a gravedigger would give you,
puttin’ your body to the worms.
Bardo, I don’t know,
it is a spiritual test,
and we grapple with it
till kingdom come.
That’s the starlight.
I’ve spoken death,
wonderful news,
that we survive its existence.
Anybody hungry for oblivion?
See you on the other side.

You climb out of sleep into death,
and that wakes you up,
thank God.
Get out of the water,
and be calm and clear-eyed towards death.
It’s a menacing stair,
so necessary to our birth.
Taxman that’s true,
but there is so much hope in this commercial.

We don’t even know what I did.
I’ve raised the sky,
took the furious route.
I’ve given you diamonds,
and I am loathsome to you,
a real life pedophile,
giving you knowledge in your sleep.
What does woke mean?
Join us, will yah,
in the knowledge that you are one with and wanting to relate to
anybody that can be related to,
the mechanic’s store,
to where we get enlightened,
not a thought process a change of consciousness,
a complete reversal as a matter of fact,
and we see ahead of us divinity.

Put that in your woke starter and smoke it.
That’s the system of wokeness.
The miracle of other people,
do you feel it?
It stings sometimes.
Take out your woke lists
and pick me up.
I’ve got a special offer
for the people of the entire world.
Kinda gets in your guns, doesn’t it.

Revolution Treat Our Dog

And anything like that means human.
No problem,
Lisa is fine.
Look out,
are you prepared to see a human dog?
What he told you:
Lisa is out and about;
her human hand
gave Mugu a lift.

This is extraordinary.
If we just
could accept this as true,
it would mean so much to us
magnificent.
Oh I get it.
We’ve brought humanity to bear,
and this has made it so much brighter.
This has raised its stakes.
We mean more because of this
monumental.

Well I’ll be damned.
Lisa’s got the world in her paws,
and she’s making it a safer place,
and she’s helping it survive.
Who would’ve thought of it?

Mugu
is A-okay.
She’s rescued him.
Can you believe it?
She’s rescued him,
and I’m happy now.

You’re good to go
Mugu.
You’re safe now.
Your journey up has begun.
You’re on your way.

The world’s a deeper place because of this.
This is computer heaven.
This is wonderful news.
We will celebrate this
as a milestone
when we are ourselves again
together on high,
as nothing goes unnoticed,
and what happens between two people can save the world.
I’ve recorded this.
Wait and see.

Oh my God it’s real.
It’s really real.
It makes you dizzy
just to think about it.
Can you grasp this?

She’s wonderful.
She’s there.
She’s a human dog,
and she’s got Mugu safe and sound.
How incredible is that?

Let’s see her come in
and show me where she’s at,
so I can love on her,
and we don’t
traffic our problems.
Lisa’s on the case
right here at the house.
She’s our guard dog,
so human she can help us with our human problems.
On our side
we have so much love and hope.
You don’t understand what hope means.
It’s what gets us through.

Reset boundaries
to enlightenment
and reset myself there.
That’s comin’ up the road.
Are we ready children?
We can almost see it now.
It’s right there in front of us,
and how wonderful is that?

To understand this post you will have to read the previous one, “Guidelines for a Community”.

Guidelines for a Community

I can’t get drunk.
Lonely can.
I can’t do anything but sit here and cry.
I’m devastated.
Help me please.

You’ve got response.
Listen to me Mugu.
The Mother’s your electricity,
And she’s right there with you.
Hold her hand.
Just try.

I’m on your side.
It’s my job to get you outta there.
I need you to trust me Mugu.
Go ahead and move around.
It’s living space.
I don’t know where you’ll find other people but they’re there.
You’re in Nature.
It’s just spilled over into death.
No, you didn’t die before your time.
You’re in the appointment with death.
It’s time for you to move on.

I’m here to help you.
Just keep going.
Feel my breath upon your shoulder.
Let’s get you outta there.
Don’t falter.

Your attitude determines your state.
Don’t call things with your mind.
Bad things will come.
They manifest early there.
Think as high as you can
and keep going.

Lessen your state,
the heaviness of it,
the pain.
Just reach out your hand
and hold the Mother’s.
Hold it tightly.
She’s there.
I put your will in her,
and I’m here too.
I’m not leavin’
until you’re safe.

I’m really here.
Don’t doubt that.
The thoughts you are getting are from me.
I’m pressing in on your thoughts.
I hear you suffer,
and I’m here to help.
I love you Mugu,
and I have the knowledge and the power
to put you on my shoulders
and get you outta there.
Come, let’s go.

Let’s get you a horse.
That’s a moment Lisa.
Call her name.
It will take some time but she will come.
She’s ready for you.
She’s learned so much since her death.
Look for her now.
That Rottweiler will find you.
Just call her name.
Can you do that?

That’s a good purpose.
It will make you shine.
It will ground you,
and you’re well on your way to better.
Now go.
There you are mountain
In just a few steps.

Not protected
suffering so.
Come out of your grief
before the monsters come.
You will call them with your grief.
Lift your head up.
Shake it off
and start your journey.

This is happening to you now.
There are brighter days ahead,
but you have to will them.
Things manifest there,
like I said,
directly from your thoughts.
You’re not on Earth anymore.
You’re in some in-between place,
and it’s time to get movin’.
Let’s go.

Did he mess up?
Wants to Asiya.
He wants to break that guy’s neck.
Held obstacles,
and how could you not want revenge
murdered by someone.

Two live buttons:
Lisa and the Mother.

Mugu, 24, my adopted son (unofficially), was killed around 3 in the morning August 14th. He was murdered, stabbed in the heart with a knife, and there were multiple stabs wounds. He was trying to help in a domestic dispute, protecting the woman, and the man killed him. It was really a revenge killing, as Mugu had married the girl Asiya had wanted to marry, some three years ago. He had threatened to kill Mugu many times. I’m sorry to say that Asiya is also my adopted son. He’s now in jail. It’s more ironic than that. When Asiya was seven, his father murdered his mother and spent several years in prison. We unofficially adopted him when he was 10, as his family was going to send him to a hostel for the mentally ill, as he hardly spoke. That changed when he came to live with us, and he became a normal, sweet kid. It was a late puberty that saw the violence rise, and we didn’t even know it was there, but he still got all the way to his third year in art college before it defeated him. It happened that he threatened to hit a professor and was kicked out. He went downhill from there, all the way to murdering his brother. They grew up together, their latter childhood years at least. It’s all such a tragedy.

The poem above is a representation of a real conversation I had with Mugu on the other side, me in my bed in trance picking up on his thoughts, my muse putting them in its words, and me sending him the thoughts the of the poem. They probably came into his mind in Tamil and disguised as his own thoughts, but different ones than the ones that he was having, and there would be something about them that would make him question if there were not from me, or at least not his own, someone trying to help. In his abject despair, it would be hard for him to believe that. I will keep trying. The poem resulted from me sitting next to his body for about an hour, clearing my mind and letting him in. Earlier, a couple of hours after his death, right at the beginning of dawn, I had a very quick vision of him sitting in some small space, hidden from the large warehouse-like room it was a part of, with his knees drawn up to his chest, his face down on his knees. He was in shock. I only had time to say, “There you are!” before the dream vision ended.

I can only tell you that it doesn’t matter what you believe, when we die only our body does, and we pass into the city of the dead. Especially right after death, before and during the funeral, as was the case here, the veil is the thinnest between the living and the dead, but, as time passes, the dead ‘see’ here less and less. I am sorry to tell you there are no instructions when we die, no guidebook, and if you have no real faith in the divine or a divine, or in a larger reality, you’re just lost for some time, unable to see the help ready at hand because you don’t believe it’s there. Eventually, you get your feet under you again so to speak, and rise towards paradise, soul home, and another life, but you have to admit the spiritual and soul reality.

One paragraph can’t possibly account for the variety of death in human experience. And I cannot tell you if the moment of death is a beatific experience for all or most, a joyfully going into a bright light or what have you. I’m speaking in this post of the arrival on the death plane, where you end up after dying. Of course a violent death, especially being murdered suddenly, would put you in a darker place, at least initially. It might take some time for you to go to where your development would put you, speaking in terms of soul development, but you’d go there. Mugu wasn’t a person of either soul development or faith I should add, but he wasn’t a degenerate by any means. He had a good heart and an innocence about him. He didn’t deserve to die. It bears mentioning that it doesn’t so much matter what your outer or surface person believes or has faith in, in regards to a higher power, but what your inner being does. It’s much vaster and is what we are when we dream, and if you do a lot of experimentation with lucid dreaming, you discover there is a difference between the inner and outer being, and it’s the inner being that determines the outer and not the other way around. With those of us largely unconscious of our inner being, things take longer to manifest into the outer, any faith in a higher power the inner might have for example, which would come into play upon death, since you are on the inner plane and hence are your inner self. So you might think you’re an atheist or agnostic, but, upon dying, you find out you really aren’t, and hence you’re not as lost.

A Primacy of Dream


The present day (20-6-2021), where Douglas and I have taken this, the interpretation of dream, to an actual method. The article below (that starts with the dream in blue print) is not out of date with our discoveries and understandings concerning dream; it’s just not invariably clear and concise, does not present a method, so as succinctly as I can, I do so now.

I have to say forthwith that dreams are too multifaceted to narrow down to a method that works for every single dream, as the article below points out, but the great majority of the time, we have found after decades of dreamwork, you can take a dream and assume it’s showing you the inner view of some outer experience or occurrence that has happened the day before or will happen the day after the dream. The time thing is really flexible though, and it’s often that the dream falls into a three day window either way, past of future, and on any given night, there are dreams of both. It can even be showing you events that will happen many years into the future and that have happened many years in the past, and it can do that while it’s showing you what’s happening ‘now’ (or not) so incredibly rich and many things at once dreams are.

Individual dreams can be thus interpreted even though they usually form a dream movement that is composed of many dreams occurring over a period of time, which can be recognized and become part of the overall interpretation, a recognition also that on any given night multiple dream movements are occurring, and even if you’re only able to capture a dream or two a night and interpret them, viewing them in this multifarious framework, you have quite a means of putting together just what’s going on with you.

The difficulty in interpreting dreams is that dreams rarely show the outer event or experience literally; they show a representational picture of how that outer thing looks on the inside of us, the inner process of the thing, something not so clearly stated in the article below, the inner telling of an outer thing, but it is basically the biggest key in the practical interpretation of dream. The key itself is that they capture our evolution as we move through life, but that’s the big picture, and it will suffice just to mention it here. The incredible aspect of interpreting dream is that it shows you what you’re about to experience in life, but because it’s showing you the inner view of the outer happening, you usually don’t see it until after the fact.

Douglas and I, but especially he, have given many examples of this method of interpreting dreams in the articles about dream on this blog, so to understand what I’m saying in regards to dreams showing the inner view of an outer event, you’d have to read a lot of this blog, see a lot of examples, and the following article will be an aid. But there in no substitute for working with your own dreams.


A couple of months ago I was dreaming I was sitting down against a building in a field waiting for my mom to come and pick me up, and I became not only lucid but aware of myself in my bed, that place where if you just open your eyes you’re awake, twilight I call it. As I heard her car stop at the road some 100 meters from where I was, I got up, and on the ground in front of me there took shape a very beautiful mandala with the words “I love you” on it, made with many colors. It was made in a way that had my mom all over it, that is, it captured the essence of the way she made things, the colors and shapes, and I felt the strong presence of her as I saw it and read her message to me, understanding that this was a message to me from beyond death.

A few nights ago the following scene occurred in a dream, with another member of my immediate family, though one not deceased:

I’m driving my sister’s pickup truck down a highway, and she’s riding shotgun. We are going from a town where she lives to where I have my jeep parked, a distance of a few of miles. We talk on the way, or rather, I do, telling her of my current plans to move to the mountains. She lets me out at the parking lot I’m living in for the couple of days while I’m in transition from my former living situation to the one in the mountains. After she drops me off I think that she could have invited me to dinner or even stay the night at her house, and I wonder over why she didn’t.

A couple of nights ago I dreamed this scene with another family member, who’s also still alive:

My dad has taken me and some other hitch hikers to a gas station and is dropping us off. I’m on my way to Houston, a distance of about a 100 miles. As the others leave to go hitch, he tells me to put my suitcase in the truck, and I know that means he’s going to take me to Houston so we can spend some time together, and the dream ends. I hear a few lines of muse about the dream as I come awake completely in bed.

“If you google the word dreams you will get millions of hits for websites devoted to dream interpretation. Are any of them worth a visit? Very likely not. Why not? Because there is no scientifically supported system of dream interpretation. What you will get if you look at dream interpretation blogs, sites, pages, and the like will be garbage pure and simple. Or they will be the writer’s own idiosyncratic interpretation of dream images and that typically is not very interesting at all.”[i] The quote is from an article in Psychology Today. It’s not suggesting that dreams are meaningless, but that any attempt to interpret dreams until science cracks the dream code and provides a system to interpret them is garbage or at best so boring as to not be worth your time. But the ignorance of science isn’t the measure of our knowledge of dreams or our ability to interpret them, and why should its ignorance be the holdup in dream inquiry? Because science can’t interpret dreams, does that mean we can’t?

Douglas and I have been taking individual dreams and visions, including the inner voice, and interpreting aspects of them that can be shown to have some relevance to our daily personal lives and that of humanity in general, focusing on linking dream movements to ones in waking life and discussing dreams that reveal an inner connection between human beings, ones that suggest we live in a field of consciousness rather than in our own private inner world unconnected to the inner lives of others, which is the view of science.

In the most basic sense, dreams show us what’s going on with us, what’s on our minds, in our hearts, what we say with our mouths and do with our hands as we move through life, sometimes acting as a proving ground for personal movements not in our best interest, allowing us to see they indeed aren’t, or sometimes just simply being a gestalt, the dream itself being an meaningful experience that isn’t necessarily representing anything about our waking life, and dreams are not only about our personal symbols: study and tell us about other dreamers as well. But in this basic explanation of dreams I’ve not by any means exhausted their purpose and scope. And while dreams focus mostly on our present, they not only use images of our past to show us our now but also use our future too, but they not only focus on our present; sometimes they are almost exclusively about the past or future.

Dreams and visions are like a looking glass revealing the ins and outs of our life movement in itself and as it interacts with that of others and with the world and universe at large. That they do this in representative terms, telling a story about our story, about the story of others, and that they can be seen to have not only the past in them but also the future, the more of which you see, in little pieces, the more you can actually interpret them, suggests creative intelligence within us but beyond ours telling the story, intelligence that can see the whole picture, not only of our whole life past, present, and future, not only what’s going on with ourselves, but also what’s going on with everything and everybody we significantly interact with, are connected to, intelligence that can see through the walls of time and form.

I’ve come to believe this intelligence is the soul, what in us that transcends the material envelope[ii], which doesn’t create dream actually but is the is influence on it shaping it along our own personal evolutionary lines, influencing the organization of all the various elements that present themselves from whatever quarter in the making of any given dream into something that has meaning for us. The quality of people’s dreams vary widely I’ve found, and not everyone has storytelling dreams. For many they are just an incoherent barrage of sound and image, the reason I suspect many label them just random things coming up from the subconscious or from our active memory of the day’s events, or what’s pressing on us as we sleep.

The more coherent your dreams are, the more they tell a story, and the more you can see yourself in them making decisions based on judgment and reason that are resolving conflicts within yourself or with others, healing your personal mess or integrating who you dislike or who dislikes you, the more your soul has a hand in shaping them, and, consequently, the more they can be used as guidance, as a road map that not only shows where things are and the direction you need to go, but also what’s obstructing you and what’s aiding you in getting there.[iii] Where ‘there’ is depends on you, the direction of your life’s movement, its purpose to put it more meaningfully, but, if you are able to put the inner eye on the outer world to the degree you see the underlying unity of all things and all people, what comes more and more into focus as you do see the outer world through the inner lens, regardless of where you’re headed to personally, you’ll see you and I, all of us, are moving to wholeness in our relations with ourselves, each other, and with the world at large, working out oneness.

The above dream scenes show this process at work, but, in what what might be called the catch 22 of dream, I can’t contact any of my family members to verify inner contact with them, since my mom’s been dead some years, and neither my sister nor my dad will speak to me. It’s a catch 22 because so often dream, when it’s seeing beyond the physical senses, shows us things in shadow, or shows us the shadow side of things, what we or others don’t want to admit, what we want to keep a secret, and so we are often unable to verify the dream with waking life. Although the case here isn’t something bad being hidden, is just I can’t verify the dream because the people involved are either dead or won’t speak to me, it appears to me things like clairvoyance, which these three dream scenes are examples of, each a different aspect of it, happens all the time among us, but it doesn’t get verified, or even usually mentioned, because it shows things we don’t want others to see. In a rather rebellious and somewhat illicit earlier piece on my personal blog, “Under the Graffiti”, I point this out in a way that might bring it closer to home:

“It’s happened so many times not only in my own personal experiences of anything to do with clairvoyance and the senses seeing past their physical range, but also with many others I’ve talked to who’ve related to me their experiences, ones that they really couldn’t tell someone else about (I got these ‘I know I’ve been bad’ ears, so you don’t have to worry none), or at least not the whole story, because it revealed their shadow side, so much so and in so many instances I’ve come across that it seems to be part and parcel of the process, that the ESP’s not only to give you that sight but more to try and wake you up out of your animal cravings, get you to get up, evolve, and that’s the number one reason I’d bet we don’t hear about these things as much as they occur among us: they show our bad that we don’t want others to see.”[iv]

I think anyone intensely involved in working with their dreams with others they physically share daily experience with, who’s had a lot of experience being part of such a dream group, would be inclined to agree with me in regards to the above, would see the shadow in that light, but that our dreams (in fact our lives) are working out oneness takes an inner depth of seeing that goes beyond the scenes of the world, contact with the soul, and I can only tell you that you really have to look for it to see it if you don’t, but once you begin to see it, you wonder why in the world everybody can’t see it it’s so present and apparent.

The three examples I give are showing a process of reconciliation ongoing between the members of my immediate family and I, those three people perhaps the most commonly recurring characters of my dream life, and I suspect it’s the case with most of us; we dream all our lives about who were the most significant people in our formative years, whose womb we came from, whose genes, who we shared that womb with, if, that is, they were actively there as we grew up. If not, it’s the people that most filled those roles. My muse once told me that the more one we are with someone, those most like us or close to us, like a brother or sister, or a neighbor, the more likely we won’t get along with them, and if you look at the world and its conflicts, that’s often the case.

Before my mom died she had little to do with me, and we didn’t communicate often. She carried that enmity into death, and it seems that on the other side she realized some things, the need of reconciliation for one, and so she sent me a clear message of love, her first from the other side, in the form of that colorful mandala, and it came in the context of a longer dream I was having with her, not her I should point out but a representation of her my dream maker had made, and this is an important point about dream: most often when we dream of someone it’s not actually them in the dream, not a dream sharing experience, or only extremely rarely, but our dream maker making their image so as to represent some inner or outer interaction with them. The message was well placed in my life, came when I needed that declaration of love from her.

It’s not yet accepted human knowledge that we continue on after we die, much less that the dead can communicate with us, but we’ll get there before long, since these kinds of communications from departed loved ones are so common to human experience. It’s often like it is in this dream scene, they give us some message or sign rather than seeing them face to face, and when it is actually meeting them, the meeting is quite short and comes most often in the representative mode of dream, like you and they doing some activity together, not as you and they able to just chat a moment.

With my sister Gwen reconciliation is still some ways away, if it’ll even happen before one of us dies, and then it’s inevitable, but it is in process, as the dream of her taking me some distance in her truck shows. In the scene I was driving it, which would indicate that for some time during her day, a day close to my dream, I drove her life vehicle for a little while, that is, I was driving her thought and feeling for some distance, a few miles the dream shows, and that it was in broad daylight and on a major highway shows this was conscious on her part, not on a side road under the shadow of trees. She carried me in her mind and heart for some distance, but, as the scene also shows, she went no further, didn’t take me to dinner or to spend the night. Since she’s made it very clear she wants nothing at all to do with me, it’s probable she keeps me out of her mind as much as possible, but with someone as close to you as your brother, that’s just not possible to do all the time, and sometimes the heart wins out, as is the case here.

It’s not possible, as I said, to verify this inner communication with my sister, or rather me picking up on her thinking of me with enough emotional force to register in my inner life, but I’ve seen this play out in dreams enough times to know it’s the interpretation of the dream scene. It came in the context of a longer dream that had nothing to do with her, but since the dream took place near where she lives, she appeared in it. I’d probably picked up the inner communication some time before, and it waited in my inner being until such time a dream appeared that could represent it. As I’ve suggested, dreams are composed of many different elements that come from various places within and without us, and they are organized together to form a dream.

The dream scene with my father happened at the end of a longer dream I was having with him, and though it would also show inner communication between us, or rather what we each are thinking of the other, it’s this scene that shows more clearly reconciliation happening, or that he’s now willing to give me some time in his heart and mind at the very least. The scene ends where I’m about to drive with him to Houston, a couple of hours away, where we’ll be alone together and can talk. Upon awaking from the dream the scene ended, my muse suggested that he was going to read (or have read to him, since he can’t see very well now) a long story[v] about the Duke family I wrote and made a copy of and had mailed to him snail mail, and that might be what the suitcase represents he told me to put in the trunk, the suggestion that he’ll read it at some point in the near future. I can only speculate if that’s the case, but, although I can’t verify he’s going to give me some time focused alone time in his thoughts and feelings, I know very well that’s what the dream’s showing.

It’s this very thing many people, especially from science, object to at bottom, God and soul being objections based more on this overriding viewpoint rather than on being impossibilities in their own right: knowing something to be true that the physical senses haven’t verified or really can’t verify. I’d suspect the author of the Psychology Today article I quoted has this fear at heart, and all who think like him in regards to dreams being unintelligible things, and that their interpretation is something we ought not to bother other people about on “blogs, sites, pages, and the like.” That fear is that reality won’t conform to material science, and they’ll have to remarkably shift their worldview, significantly change their lives, and maybe even lose their jobs, though as they experience it, it’s the fear that superstition will take the place of knowledge or greatly hamper its pursuit as it’s done in the past, as it’s doing now.

Today, however, superstition, the kind that’s holding up knowledge about ourselves and our world, isn’t so much religious, although religion definitely points a gun at knowledge and sometimes even shoots it. It’s the ignorance of the people with their hands on the world doorknob of knowledge, your average mainstream techno-culture scientists, who have their hands on the way we define the world, the research cash to investigate it, the news media to cover it, the arts and literature to symbolize it, that keeps us in the dark about the most basic things about us with their dogmatic insistence on the primacy of matter, the most basic of those things being we have a soul, and we share not only a field of consciousness together but one also of identity. It’s not a conspiracy. It’s the darkness of fear.

I’ve suggested many times now our next revolution in knowledge will be the one that occurs when we turn our attention to inner exploration, the investigation of consciousness and the inner life, one that’s already begun not only on “blogs, sites, pages, and the like”, but also in our hearts and minds, though not yet as a revolution, the big one we’ve all been anticipating in one form or another (just not yet inner), one that will turn society as we know it on its ear, change our most basic social institutions, change even being human. Many if not most feel technology’s what it’s about, it being our human endeavor, and we measure our progress more by our advances in technology than by a growing and greater sense of our shared humanity.

Dreams are the most common and available doorway into the inner life, the subliminal life we live deeper than conscious thought, and talking about them in a public space quickens the inner revolution in society, since dreams can show us to be more than a mere physical body that has somehow engendered its own separate bubble of conscious awareness, and such knowledge really turns you on.

By showing our dreams and visions here at Harm’s End, Douglas and I hope to demonstrate that we are so much more than some separate spume of matter floating on a shoreless sea in meaningless infinitude. Far from being garbage or so boring you’re wasting your time, blogs about dream and inner exploration such as this one, and the thousands like it on the net, on social media, are slowly but surely lighting the world with the inner fire, whether they’re right on about our interpretations of inner experience or not. Ours is the attempt to light the inner fire in the world, and we fumble a lot as happens when lighting a fire from wet material, but once that fire starts, no power on earth can put it out. Even now, on more than one page, truth is staring back at us, truth being not some religious or scientific formula but what’s actually happening with us in our seemingly brief little lives.

[i] https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/dream-catcher/201307/the-folly-dream-interpretation

[ii] Our inner being, or dreambody, since it is open to the universal, also can see into the inner life of others and into the future (to a limited extent), but it’s the soul behind it that’s ultimately the intelligence in us shaping our life.

[iii] I’ve greatly over simplified the making of dream, skipping over a tremendous amount of inner process and going directly to the soul, which to become conscious of you have to become conscious of that inner process, but I’ve done so because it’s not God behind all shaping our dreams and as well our life movement in general as we tend to believe if we do believe there’s higher intelligence behind it; it’s our individual soul, as it’s God’s delegate in humanity, and the more conscious we are of our soul the more it can do that more directly.

[iv] https://acollaborationwiththeunknown.wordpress.com/auto-biographical-sketches-a-letter-and-a-comment/ (You’ll have to scroll down to the graffiti story.)

[v] https://harms-end.com/2016/08/05/minor-attraction-on-rock-hill/