To understand the phenomenon of thought, we need not understand the role of perception. Rather, we must insist on its solitude in order to proceed forward. If accountability is the absence of a certain morality, spontaneity is the freedom of choice. We are only free when the moment strikes, if at all.
Crossing the Chasm of Poetry and Polemics
To understand the phenomenon of thought, we need not understand the role of perception. Rather, we must insist on its solitude in order to proceed forward. If accountability is the absence of a certain morality, spontaneity is the freedom of choice. We are only free when the moment strikes, if at all.
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I was on the edge of the dream state. Just before waking I was looking at what apparently was Central America around the Panama area (or it was the border of a Central American country. Assuming it was along the panama canal, just below toward the Pacific side I saw a circle. And following that toward the Atlantic side I saw a smaller circle. Back toward the Pacific but on the opposite side of the canal and further upward from Panama I saw another larger circle. These all seemed to me to indicate some notable earthquakes happening in the future.
One of the areas in the south region was a place I had never heard of and it is difficult to remember, but looking at a map one area of notable similarity is Baja de Manzanillo ("Peninsula/Lowland of the Little Apples/Olive Trees"?), This dream occurred somewhere around 2002. In it dream there was a school, which in my opinion represented some future point in time for society. When I arrived to the school, notably the doors were wide open. The school was basically unattended, in the same way one would be left unattended after hours. In appearance, it was a mixture of both high school and college. In truth, all ages were welcome here. Refreshingly, one could come as one pleased. Learning was based solely on curiosity and the desire to learn whatever one chose. There was a definite freedom in strolling through the corridors and entering its various and doorways and classrooms at leisure. At one point I passed by two little girls. Both had the blondest of hair and wore little pink dresses and apparently they were twins. Their father was present; I inquired what was going on and was told they were working on a science project, which in actuality was a time machine. I believe they were genetically modifying themselves - or their offspring? - in order to help accomplish this. I remained somewhat skeptical and moved on. As I strolled onward, I found my way into a courtyard. It was a fall day with gray clouds in the sky. The courtyard was made of stonework and there was a garden in the middle in the form of a circle. Most of the ground was covered in yellow leaves as a slight breeze pushed things around. In the courtyard were two people playing soccer with each other, kicking the ball around. I recognized the two individuals from my past, not as friends but strictly as old schoolmates. They were very humble and friendly, however in the past they were quite the opposite: as young students they were mean, judgmental and conforming individuals. They invited me to join them. It was obvious they regretted this part of their past, but they had somehow experienced a shift in attitudes and grown. I was happy for their progress. Interestingly, none of the correspondence took place verbally. It was entirely through telepathic communication and understanding. |
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