I Suppose it Started at The Overstory

 And especially with the character of Mimi.  The engineer gone rogue, shacking up in trees with the Viet Nahm vet guy, then out of nowhere becomes a therapist practicing Shamanism.  That Mimi.   Kinda reminds me of some dude I know or have met in passing.  

 And the Shamanistic therapy she engages with her small number of clients that spreads over the entire day so eloquently describes what I know to be a description of every conversation all the time everyday that we have with everyone, but slowed down and switching the matrix pills so that you can really see what is transpiring.  That Mimi.  And the conversations reveal that it is not Mimi and the client talking, but spirits interacting and dancing in a common space.  Speaking of which, I am recording a podcast later today about a film on NDE accompanied by Dancers on the screen, which seemed most fitting and related to my 3 am experience last night.

Then at 3 am the Hexy energy changed from sexual to an opening up of love and the dance, the dance of Mimi and the Near Death movie dancers, there is a dance going on inside of us.  So when Mimi gazes into the clients eyes, the dance is revealed, and when I gave into Hexy's eyes, the dance is revealed.  And its not our interaction, it is the dancers interaction.  This is where it is all leading, my interest in spirits and trance, the spirits want to go to the earth, they want to go down to the earth.  We need to find love in the sex.  That is what I have not experienced.  At least at 3 am.  But even when I say this holding the amethyst the white energy comes into me. 

El Shabbat on a One Way Road

 Ok, so down the rabbit hole with this one.  Right before I woke up this morning I was driving in the wrong direction on a one-way road.  Like turning right while on Cook street to Seventh Street and realizing traffic is heading right at you.  So I pulled over and tried to turn around and traffic was heading right at me from that direction as well.  In other words, I needed to pull my dram car over and stop driving.

Anyway, at three am, I dictated a kind of rambling dream in which among other things, had some dentist with a Jewish name like El Shabbat.  Which of course when I looked it up later is all about the Saturday morning of rest.  So in other words, the dream was a reminder that I should not go driving later in another part of the dream.  Take a rest dude.  Don't do anything.  Stillness.  Or as you hypothesized some Iranian doctors as having, CLARITY.  Whatever. CLARITY is overrated when the universe that operates in modes that are BEYOND MY PAYGRADE.  Ok, I'm stopping:  :-)