Elevator Going Down

 So I was in an elevator last night at 1:30 am, holding onto my new grounding wire connected to the cold water pipe of my bathroom, going down into the earth, literally and figuratively.  And in this dream, I was waiting in line to get in the elevator, I think, but that wasn't the important part.  And there were kids milling about.  And I think even one of them pushed the button to go down.  And there was a female also associated with the elevator.  And she was running the show.  Kind of.  

So the elevator started slowly down, and then it sped up, disconcertedly fast--making me wonder what button the kids pressed.  Or mushrooms they may have eaten before the dream.  I remember an abrupt stop after what seemed like 99 floors going down.  And the doors opened up to a dark area.  And the kids all dispersed.  And I think it was just me talking to the woman.  And the woman was stating rather plainly that we should not have come here.  And part of me wanted to go back.  This place was uncomfortable.  Physically uncomfortable.  But part of me felt that this was the place I should be.  It was very quiet and still.  And part of me belonged here.  This was what I had been searching for but not yet recognized.  There was a conflict in me.  And the woman pointed out a path in the distance and motioned for me to go to the "natural disbursement area."  To follow that path.  And there was nobody around.  And it was dark and very dimly lit.  And I can sort of remember another dream about this as well.

So I know I'm looking for too much meaning here and liable to get my butt spanked for doing so, but the kids inside of me are always pressing buttons without really thinking about anything.  But I want to go to that underground place in the stillness.  This is the end of the road for me.  Literally.

Naturalistic View of the First Noble Truth

 So in speaking with Professor Jeremy Engels with my favorite co-host Dr. Lynn, Jeremy forwarded the analogy of the hypervigilant chipmunk with its head flittering about with all sorts of energy constantly scanning for danger compared to the chipmunk that settled down when Dr. Jeremy was in a posture that was still and relaxed.

To me, this basically explains everything and the stress inherent perhaps in our modern society of overstimulation.   We are constantly flittering around and interfacing with cell phones, movies, televisions, work, people, loud music, driving--a constant barrage of stimulus.

And when I go into my little dark cave, also known as the town homes condo on the 9th floor, and get still, I can feel this energy body still flittering about, still reacting to the stimulus of the day.  My inner hypervigilant chipmunk so to speak, still flittering about.  But I'm learning to slow it down, bit by bit, through caring for it. Staying with it.  Not avoiding it with more stimulation.   Its kinda a long process, 60 years of overreacting is still a bunch of energy.  Wish me luck.  Namaste