A "conversation" upon waking earlier than normal in the morning. The way I approached it was the way I typically hear music in the mind. I endeavored to let it play out like a song with little to no rational censorship occurring.
What are you up to in the spirit world - where do you reside and what is your purpose? What is your "routine" like?
AB: Alas my friend, the rules have changed that govern time and space. Many continents are divided on earth. I live for the thirst of love and there are no diminishing returns. It is the scale of unending vision. I am involved in the religion of dreams.
That makes sense. I recall a dream I had with you when I was very young. Can you explain?
AB: I certainly can: The rose extends. Its petals are elusive, but where unfolds the bud life breathes. I breathe. I find myself in dreams. We are linked by that which is unalterable. Forever somewhere there is a Sunday filled with white roses and diamonds.
Are you happy with what you accomplished on earth?
AB: I am happy to the extent that I have arrived, and in arriving I have also left. What is left is always new beginnings. Life always seems to happen. Yes, I am happy.
Do you have any opinions on what is happening in the world now?
AB: Ah, world events. I seem to recall being concerned with those at one time. Now your world seems close again to yet another war. We are at war for the heart. And all of you bold hearts on earth have done much work.
What about so-called earth events and what will change in the future?
AB: There will be calamities. There will be alterations made. Where you go is not up to me to decide, but rather you.
How do you feel Surrealism fit with spirituality, if at all?
AB: Surrealism was an archaic attempt to surrender to life, to be. Archaic only in the sense that we are forced to apply outward means to inner problems, but such is always the case in life. Was it a revolutionary movement? Yes, and it continues to be. There is no cause for concern: the wheel goes round and round.
Spirituality is like a honey bee. Wherefore art the nectar? Why the pollen and the bee? Surrealism opened itself to the honey by way of the bee. There are many windows to such places.
What would you have done differently, or what would you do differently now?
AB: Why change the past? It didn't exist (did you catch the past tense?). I believe it was unfortunate that certain ideals were not yet realized. But then realization can not be measured in time, which itself does not exist.
What could I add my sweet friends? I am but a cherry upon the leaf. Forgive me if I seem a bit unaltered.
Do you have any parting words for now?
AB: Go on an extended vacation and leave yourself to chance.
Last night I had a lucid dream. Suddenly I realized that I was completely aware, not only of the dreaming state, but of the ability to navigate the dream world, sort of like while astral traveling. What's more, everything was a dream illusion, and hoping that it would not disappear or that I would drift into sleep, I remained steadfast. The dream space was not under my entire control. I could only traverse through it. I found myself in Cancun, taking in the physicality of the beaches and water like a dessert.
The Dog Uprising
I flew away from Cancun and the next place I found myself in was at the edge of a backyard fence line in Anywhere, USA. It's a bit of an older neighborhood - the fence is starting to look jagged - and it's distinctly dark outside. I next heard a lot of ferocious barking in the street. Looking through the cracks in the fence, I see some dogs circling a young boy who is fleeingfor his life. I jump the fence into the backyard, but soon am confronted by a large dog charging me at full bore. It's black and brown, like a Rottweiler. As I jump up on the fence a Doberman Pincher joins the other one and is jumping up trying to nip at my feet. I decide that I need to make a run for the house in order to find a weapon to fend off the bloodthirsty hounds. I get to a room which apparently is my own, in search of a rifle which I can not find. The closet is too messy! After what seems like forever, I finally find a .22 rifle and make my way back outside. The dogs again charge, and instead of shooting one I climbed into a tree.
The three led me up to the 2nd floor, onto a balcony. What I discovered on the 2nd floor were 2 dogs that my mom owned that were not only tied up, but restrained, seemingly for "their own good". There was one medium sized dog that was a short haired mutt with long ears. It managed to work its way onto the top of the fence below the balcony and was pacing. It was all a coordinated effort to try to free two of their fellow dogs. I was confronted with the choice now to shoot the animals with the rifle or free the two dogs who had every appearance of wanting to be set free.
A Hypnagogic Graph and visiting L.A.
Before falling all the way to leep last night, I fell emerged deeply enough into unconsciousness to begin spontaneously playing in the realm of dream. Occasionally I will employ grids, overlays, and other visual accompaniments when trying to access - or fill - data through the psyche. In this particular state, I saw a graph of four bars. Three had almost ran out and one was remaining. The sentiment was that this was the remaining time for the United States until a collapse of some sort happened, perhaps being the final nail in the economic coffin.
On the night before, I had a dream that I was in Los Angeles, CA. I was an observer looking in above the city. I remember thinking, or being told, that if, or when, a tsunami hits, there will not be enough time for most people to reach safety because of traffic, as it 2 hours just to get to the other side of the city. I know nothing about evacuation routes in that area of the country. One can imagine the amount of traffic if the whole of the population tried to exit at once. We know that a major earthquake happening is inevitable in the future, but are we prepared for it or a possible tsunami that results? I have a feeling that it could be sooner than later. Unfortunately, we don't exactly plan for long term futures.
This dream dates back about 3 years ago.
It is evening time. I am in my room playing records for someone and trying to explain the better charms of record players (with some difficulty, as apparently they are not from our time or place). At some point I receive some messages over a fax machine or print outs from a computer. The messages I receive appear to be from an alien or higher dimensional source. One message has some symbols referring to "gears", which is apparently regarding an idea or design I had worked on before. One of the symbols, while a letter, is also a smiley face representing happiness towards this idea. Spinning, circles, turning, whirl pools and galaxies are themes threading themselves through the dream. If you have seen the dark Japanese film Uzumaki, it may give you a general idea.
Sheets of paper fly across the room into my hands, essentially telling me I should work on a project, that a hole through dimensional space or in the earth's gravity field will form, and we will be able to travel inter-dimensionally or through time. I woke up with the idea that imagining oneself spinning faster could increase one's inner vibration and facilitate astral travel.
(After thought: I have since read about this spinning phenomenon and how it can be used to intentionally induce an altered out of body state. When I was young I recall floating up to the ceiling many times and starting to spin around like a ceiling fan itself building up momentum. This tearing away from the normal state can be likened to experiences while using Salvia or DMT.)
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