About which live squares
a heavy metal band,
the systemized self,
a space odyssey,
the pressure in the room,
the thing in the room.
How do they hit their faces?
let’s just pull our pants down and show everybody, shall we?
Nobody’s discovered it yet.
It’s only a matter of time.
It’s on the way.
whether you want to or not.
Interpret your dreams,
that’s how you learn how,
pullin’ your ears up to their podcast.
Midhun starts the episode with a vision where Donny was his ‘blue friend.’ Then Douglas’ shares a dream related to female genital mutilation. Next Nithish shares a dream where he had more contact with our deceased Rottweiler Lisa. Afterwards, Donny shares a dream where he experiences a powerful one-pointed aspiration for spiritual transformation. Lastly, Nithish shares a dream where he was Spider-Man.
Here are links Douglas said he’d include that give examples of our shared field of consciousness:
First, Nithish had a dream that symbolically showed aggression displayed by our Rottweiler Luna in waking life. Then, Lydia shares a dream about the status of Sophie, a Shih Tzu that was given to her to take care of nurse back to health before the owner reclaimed the dog. After that Douglas recounts a dream where a friend of his appeared as a ‘personal’ symbol representing equanimity. Next, Donny presents a dream that he feels showed some viewers reactions to a recent video he made and posted on Nithish’s Youtube channel.
A podcast of practical demonstrations of dream interpretation given by a four-member dream group in India that has been together for many years. We show how to interpret dreams, using the same method mother nature uses in giving us our dreams: wider than the world, as flexible as a snake, as irrational as the path of the wind, as unorthodox as God on Earth, and as natural as the soul of things. Join us.
(Every Friday or thereabouts we post a new episode, whether we announce it here on our blog or not.)
Sometimes there are only things between me and God worth sharing. Where your dog died of parvo, the depth you have gained, the outlook on life, brings worlds to you. Bring this home to you.
Death has taken my faith in You. Little Rascal screamed. Can I sum up that scream? I’m in agony. Is this what it means to live/love? [words spoken simultaneously] Is there death the only hope?
What wisdom is this, to kill a puppy? My muse will testify to the lies of the supposed help. Could I not be counseled, warned of the lies being told? You remained silent, letting them use Your voice.
Even now I’m brahmachari, and that makes no difference. What are You trying to prove? What more do You want from me? I don’t understand Your cruelty. What’s it for? Are You just urgent business, heedless of the lives You topple?
Do little puppies matter? And what about our dogs? Do You just kill them to gain our obedience, drag out their agony for days? How are you different from the devils you fight? How are you different from man?
What’s next, my death? Would you believe I’m real? And I have rent the veil between You and the Earth, and we are expendable in Your work. Pain and blood, is that the base with which You make worlds, so that Your world may never fall?
What occasion is this, to throw our children away, to make them suffer so? And do You have a babysitter to make sure You see us as more than pawns on a field? Include real when You look at us please I beg you Joseph Smith.
Now Sri Aurobindo, you’re taking him, and Rascal, to build Your sternness on life’s open base. Can the likes of me stop You? Compassion, oh my master compassion build this world with Thee. Can You hear me? I’ll wait and see.
Booster over, you know. No need to tell people about our caring experience, but to save a life is to change destiny, and there was a lot little Rascal carried.
Why didn’t You tell me? Hitted it like this: death could not even be admitted. We listen to you. Anear Conchum, You know I feed her sometimes. Can you get bigger than all these objects you’re taking care of? You’re so in with them you’re missing Me. I’m real, you know. Now steady through the strongest hold ever on the United States military.
All this is not going to matter. I just forget about it when Daddy holds me softly awake. Time’s comin’.
Well I heard it, didn’t gamble this in my mind, and I speak to the divine in my room, and know that I know that they’re there. Now where do we begin? Maybe you oughta brush your teeth. You pick a folder and be a little unkind. It’s your care-body too. Now give it attention.
This is Earth business, keeping the higher ground. Unbelievable the pain on this Earth, and even God partakes in, or stands aloof while we die in more pain than we can bear. Can we remedy this?
No God no, don’t use our pain as Your weapon to bend us to Your will. I know I’m speaking out of line. Would You say it differently?
I had to go file on me. As much as God’s right there holding your hand, why would you want to be an instrument of the divine? You get no rewards. You just get solemn looks. Nobody knows how to handle you. You talk about the untalked, and the most liberal person in the room just wants you to shut up. You open doors that people can’t see, and they think you’re the dumber for it.
Why does life matter? If it didn’t I wouldn’t talk to you. Do you hear me? I’ve mentioned what can’t be taught. This is the part of God no one understands. Do you know God? Did you know He grows? And it is precisely here it is needed.
I put it back in sync. I don’t deny God. I just want Him to grow to be better than God. He can see the sufferin’. And don’t punish the little ones for its innocence in climbing life. Let every motion picture take no puppy down into hell I ask of you God.