Piers and Charles and Phillip Marley

 

April 5^th would be great.  What time do you want to do this?   Had an interesting dream last night about your interview with Dr. Sardello.  That’s what I get for listening to podcasts before bed. Lol    Anyway, in the dream, I was creating a ceremony based on his statement that addiction is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived.   I remember that the way to get into the ceremony was to embody any opposites or mind created dictomies which led you to communicate with the mystery.  Then I kept waking up into different dreams within the dreams.  Good stuff!  At the end I was hoving over this one mountain town I was in and knew I was dreaming and I asked the people down below how I could get back to visit them.   They Told me “phillip marley on marlow street.”  So I guess I need to start looking for marlow street😊

Piers, If you are with Dr. Sardello, I’m with you.  I can already tell I love that guy.  The solution does not come from the mind.   The mind and the intellect just allow you to have a more luxurious prison cell—or whatever the Simone Weil quote was in your other podcast.  In my world, the mind can direct you to the ceremony or ritual or trance that allows you to come into contact with the “interesting”.   But when you are hanging out with the interesting--The mind is just an echo….lol

Now I remember the incantation that led to the dream.  I was remembering that us three (Piers, Charles, and me) have spend eternity together.  In this now (which is really eternal because there are no mind created dichotomies) we are going to share the space in the podcast and do the ceremony which creates the eternal now. The eternal now was created as something like a thought form. There was more to it, but that is something like that which sent me off into the dream world…

You guys seem like you have a lot to talk about...😏

Kim

 I can almost remember what Kim's face looked like.  Though I have never seen him.   Aside from dream space.

It was the usual 4 am.  It could have gone either way.  I get up to meditate, or I try to go back in. I went back in.  This time I was clutching my favorite piece of Lavakite (the one out by the old tree in the driveway).  To get back in, I went down stairs and in my mind I looked at the many facets of the lavakite.  I think that was the clincher.  I had heard that earlier in the day on one of my books on tape what amounted to  Basic mindfulness--to really really look at an object. Don't look at the forest, look at the tree.  Go beyond thinking of the usual impression of "grass".  Each individual blade.  The new perspective makes the front yard jump up like a jungle from another universe.  But I digress.

In my mind I looked at the lavakite, and its different facets of reflection.  And I was outside.  I might have been by the watertower with the other lavakite, or by the fence with the lavakite.  But I was outside in the backyard talking to Kim, who I have never met.  But before he was Kim, he was death, and I had initially recoiled, but did not run away from death.  Now that I remember it, I might have also been with Cassandra's dead neighbor, the one that likes Todd Rungren.  But I don't think she was there when Kim appeared. 

 Kim was a fairly average looking asian guy who I don't think I have ever seen before.   Short brown hair.  Reminds me a little of Jiao Jin in Tianjin all those years ago, but different.   I think he initially came up in a car. 

Kim took my hand and we started moving.  Through the backyard kind of fast.  Moving without walking.   Over the ground.   The movement was too fast and I let go of his hands and broke the connection, because I was afraid.  

I will explore more with Kim.  I will call to him in the future.   When I go back in.  Maybe tonight.