Becoming More Solid

We aren't really anything.  We are not the wave, we are the ocean.  We are vast and rhythmic.  

Then we have thoughts, we become more solid.  The disturbing thoughts will even bring pain to our body.  Some thought will repeat, like the bodies attempt to heal itself by oscillating us back into motion, into the ocean.   And healing oscillations also arise in trance states, drumming, or mantras.

In this way, each thought we have is its own little trauma.  But I think we need to come up with a new word for trauma.  Yes, each trauma is its own separation, and the pain of separation, but each thought is also its own little work of creation.  For that this the magic.  Trauma creates thoughts and thoughts are what makes us Choate.  Thoughts are what brings something out of nothing.  Thoughts as trauma as pain as creation.  And like a snake eating its own tail, our act of creation is a way of working with our trauma, perhaps building a structure around the trauma, perhaps dancing with the trauma.

But we are not what we think we are.  That is the mystery.  And though the denizens of the Cahokia mounds may think that there are dimensions beyond the so called middle world, I sense a deeper relationship that I have not yet began to fathom.  And in the future, the message sent back to me now is that we are like portals for transmissions we have not yet begun to understand.

Prophetic Dream, Part 1

 I was dreaming.  There was something said about the ownership of the pond that is on D.D's property in Southern Illinois.  Someone said it was always in her family.  I thought she purchased it.  Or that is what I said in the dream.   Actually, I have no idea.   I don't know why I was so sure in the dream.  Or remember being sure.

Then an indigenous American man came up beside me.   He was jogging up beside me.  He was not dressed in traditional garb.  He had short Western hair and clothes typically worn by males in the US.  I did not know who this man was.  I did not recognize him.  But when I looked closely I could tell he was either a spirit or someone or something deserving of respect.  I bowed to him.  He nodded.    "One more day," he was trying to tell me.  "One more day."    "Something bad is going to happen."   I assume he meant he was indicating that something bad was going to happen bad to me, or to my daughters--that is where my mind immediately went.  I don't know if I asked him directly or if he knew I was asking him what the bad thing was, but he grimaced and looked with pain and a look that suggested that a "doozie"  was going to happen, Likely something that I did or was going to do.

I asked him "what can I do?"

Then the scene changed.  Then another male appeared.  Again, about the same age as me and dressed like he was from the US.  But this one I knew was African.  I knew if because of his accent.  He said, "take advantage of feedback from around the world."  

So when I woke up, I started contacting people from around the world, especially those that I had interviewed on the podcast:-).    That was three days ago.

End Part 1.