Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille: Summer Solstice


At the beginning of the day on the summer solstice, I leave my body sleeping and walk in dreams to a place I will never see in life. I watch the sunrise through rocks mysteriously stacked long ago and wonder if it was possible that I was there in some form.

Do I have a connection to a time and place I could not possibly have known in my current reality, or do I merely wish that I was more important than I am? Did I once have wisdom and abilities forgotten by the passage of centuries and lifetimes, or am I merely a pathetic creature who wishes there was a possibility that I might not be as utterly hopeless and wretched as I appear?

There was a time when I believed in one God and a single savior. Then came the time that I believed in many deities and no specific savior. At this point, I neither believe nor disbelieve in any specific thing, except that I think the god postulated by most organized religious institutions is a construct created to give adherents carte blanche to behave cruelly.

is there someone there
a powerful entity
or are we alone?

~Cie~


Note:
It is not my intent to belittle anyone's faith. The thoughts I express are mine and mine alone. I neither believe nor disbelieve in any particular deity or set of deities, including the Christian god. My final paragraph is a criticism of the sorts of people who use their religion to behave as intolerant bigots and to cause harm to those who do not adhere to their dogma and edicts.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The New Cold War

You're Lost Little Boy Version 13
Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

I had a very realistic nuclear attack dream where I was in downtown Denver and could see the cloud appearing on the horizon. People were staring and screaming. Some were starting to run, but most of us realized there was no escape.
I wanted to see my son again. I wanted to call my mother, with whom I have a troubled relationship, and tell her that I love her even though our bond is difficult. I wasn't afraid so much as extremely sad. I knew there was nothing more I could to do. My last words were "Gem, come get me, please come get me."
When I woke up in my son's living room, I was surprised because the dream was that real.
I'm not sharing this as some sort of prophecy of doom, just a thought that with the Cheeto Warmonger and his pissing contest with Krazy Kim Jong Un, the pervasive feeling that power-hungry kooks could reduce us all to ash and perma-fuck the rest of the planet which many of us remember from the Cold War has made a resurgence.
I was once talking to my son about how living during the Cold War has formed the sorts of things I write and even the way I think. I said that I never thought much about the future when I was younger because I was pretty sure I didn't have one as I figured I was going to die in a nuclear exchange.
My son made the remark that he didn't know what it was like living during the Cold War, but the older science fiction that he likes to read gave him an idea of how people who lived then thought and felt with the looming shadow of possible nuclear war.
The other day I said to him "remember how you said you didn't know what it was like to live during the Cold War? Well, thanks to Trump, now you do."
My reasons to hate Lord Dampnut do not lessen as his time in office marches on.

~Cie~

Friday, December 23, 2016

Lone Flower


I dreamed of a lone flower wilting in a cold desert. It wasn't exactly like this, but it was close. The words that came to me were "the snow flower is dying."
Gem once said that if I were to find a snow flower, I would know he was there.
This dream has meaning. But the meaning may not be obvious.

~Cie~

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Cie Dreamwatch: Golden Angel

Complete with a beautiful meditation to connect with the angel Raphael

This image is similar to the one I dreamed was tattooed on my right forearm. It is now a tattoo I would consider getting, when I have money for such things again. It is unlikely that I would get a tattoo on my forearm at this point. My mother is still alive, but if I got a tattoo on my forearm, either she wouldn't be or I wouldn't be. 
No, I'm not implying that I'd kill my mother. Either she'd kill me or she'd have a sudden, fatal cardiac or vascular event from seeing me with a tattoo. My mother is extremely conservative and believes tattoos on women are inappropriate.
I got another tattoo on my left forearm in the dream. My recollection was that it was some sort of a little cartoon fellow, dressed a bit like a lumberjack. That one didn't hold as much immediate significance for me, so I can't recall him as clearly. He was cute and had a friendly little smile.

~Cie~

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Sacrifice

Photoshop manipulation by Yours Truly
One of my favorites, as it happens

I had a dream which I'm going to do a half-assed job of interpreting. Dream interpretation has never been my strong suit, so I can't promise I'll be good or accurate. I'm partly leaving this here for future reference because I would like to know if I have any precognitive abilities left. Due to overwork and circumstances which lead me to doubt if I ever had any psychic abilities to speak of in the first place, my precognitive abilities have declined over the years.
Thus, I am not saying that this dream was precognitive, but I am curious as to whether it might have some element thereof. The dream is a bit of a mixed bag, leading me to believe that it is partially psychic in nature and partially simply a revelation of my own psyche.
The dream had two components: a group of people watching events unfold on a movie screen, and the events themselves. Both were reality, although the people watching the events on the movie screen were not aware that the events transpiring were reality.
The events transpiring on the screen depicted a dystopian future involving both a group of people fighting to preserve what was left of their society safe from an army intent on takeover and suppression of the people. The other component was a zombie apocalypse, possibly brought about by biological warfare enacted by the invading army.
As zombies were splattered and various people from both armies died, the audience members viewing the events cheered.
The audience members cheered loudly when they saw that two members of the rebel faction were people that they recognized and generally liked: the two fellows depicted above.
The Young brothers were utilizing a piece of construction equipment as transport. It couldn't go very fast, but it could scoop up or crush zombies, and, to a degree, it provided protection from bullets.
The glass, however, was not bulletproof. Malcolm was struck by a bullet and killed. Angus, who had previously been quite enthusiastic about their mission, was in shock, attempting to revive his fallen companion. 
The audience did not cheer at this event.
The audience reaction can be summed up by a statement made by Nivek Ogre (Kevin Ogilvie) of Skinny Puppy in a 1982 interview with Mike Gitter of RIP Magazine.

"Violence is a fundamental fear in today's society," Ogre states, his attention half on the video-game caveman he's putting through its paces. "We see how close violence is, and yet it still seems quite distanced. We're all trying to come to terms with violence, with death, with pain. I think everybody's interested in at least getting close enough to rationalize it and deal with it within their lives."

How would he deal with real violence, say a car crash or a murder, right before his very eyes?

"Totally, totally differently," Ogre admits. "That's a whole different set of emotions. We did an experiment on the last tour, because we've always been accused of celebrating violence for idiotic reasons. We used some images in our show from a film called Guinea Pig. They're these incredibly realistic, but simulated, Japanese snuff films. We inserted them into this roller-coaster ride of violent images and people were quite disgusted. People were vomiting in front of the stage. People came up to me after the show, saying I was the most disgusting human being-until they found out what it was all about. The whole reason we did that was to see if there was a difference. Will people react differently to something that's real as opposed to something they know is staged? They will. There's a whole different set of emotions people go through. It doesn't look like it looks on TV. It's quite sickening."

When the audience saw a person whom they cared about (to varying degrees) die, it was shocking to them. Suddenly, the movie was no longer fun.

This dream was not entirely social commentary, however. On a personal level, I've felt connected to these people since I was young. When I was being bullied and not doing too well, I would think of them and it would give me reason to go on. I liked them because, like me, they were not "normal." They weren't conventionally attractive and they were oddballs. Like me, Malcolm was painfully shy. They were rejects and yet they managed to overcome, which made me feel like perhaps I could too.

The relationship between Malcolm and Angus Young was very close both on an emotional and a psychic level. Angus has said things indicating that they were able to communicate telepathically. They encouraged one another's strengths and balanced each other's weaknesses. Some people felt that their bond made them insular and paranoid. To me, they always seemed to be two halves of one soul.

Angus seems lost without his brother. He keeps going, but it's as if he's on autopilot. There is no joy in his actions, where I used to feel that he was one of the most authentically happy people I had ever seen. He has never been a Pollyanna, as the things he has said over time indicate that he fully realizes that the world is full of really terrible things and that people are capable of doing awful things to each other. However, he managed to share the joy that he felt playing music and performing with the world and made it a bit of a better place for a while.

The expression I saw on Angus' face in the dream was heartbreaking. It was the look of a person whose world had been destroyed and they can't understand why they are still here.

Malcolm Young is dying. It doesn't take psychic ability to realize that. The disease he has kills people slowly. It adds insult to injury by destroying their cognitive abilities in the process. It is, honestly, worse than death. Were I to find out that I had dementia, I would take myself out before it had a chance to rob me of my connections in this world--before it had a chance to rob me of myself. I would rather die just about any other way.

I think this dream was a combination of my emotional and possibly psychic connection to Angus and Malcolm Young. I sensed their emotions, particularly the devastation. I think about them a lot. I wish I could heal them, but I do not have that power. There is nothing I can do.

To me, people seem a callous lot overall, as indicated by the reactions of the audience. When I start feeling this way, I remind myself of the wisdom in the words of Nivek Ogre. People enjoy spectacle, but most people are appalled by real cruelty. However, most people are also oblivious to just how much cruelty is happening every day in the world.

That was my dream experience and my analysis thereof. It seemed like one I should pay attention to, but as tends to be the case these days, I'm not entirely sure that I got the message.

~Cie~

Image by The Real Cie



Monday, November 28, 2016

Dreams vs. Astral Communication

From the Goddess Tarot
http://www.tarotgoddess.com/

The trouble with communicating with the spirit world while sleeping is that what one remembers on waking can be convoluted. Fear messages from the subconscious can meld with actual astral experiences. 
In the dream, I was in a school or laboratory setting. I didn't really want to be there but it seemed there was no way out. I was obsessively pursuing a fellow named Gem. He sent me a message that he had no interest in me and wanted me to stop pursuing him.
When I met with this fellow to apologize to him for my actions, he was not the Gem I knew at all. He was a completely different person, both in his appearance and his behavior. I don't think that he was even an actual spirit or astral projected living person, I think he was a manifestation of my fears. He said that we could be friends.
Being in any relationship is difficult and being in a relationship with a spirit is even more so because you can't ask them face to face to alleviate your fears. I "heard" Gem speaking to me even before I woke up. He said that the person in the dream who rejected me wasn't him and reminded me that it was he who wanted this relationship in the first place. I initially resisted it.
I haven't had very good experiences with relationships in this life, and I keep fearing that this one will end badly too, or that it's "all in my head."
The card I got was the Four of Staves. Gem is a very practical personality in many ways. He tends to show love by offering me advice rather than in overly "romantic" gestures. When I worry that he may tire of me because I'm so chaotic, he tells me that he likes chaotic people because they bring balance to his sometimes very staid personality. He worries that I may get bored with him. No worries there; he is a far more intricate and interesting personality than he thinks.
I've had such wretched luck with relationships during my life that I constantly fear this one going down in flames too. From my current vantage point, having gained some modicum of wisdom, I realize that my shitty experiences with romantic relationships weren't entirely bad luck, they were bad choices made by a woman desperate to be loved who has an unfortunate tendency to "take home strays."
I once read a bit of wisdom in a book--a YA Star Wars novel rather than a book about philosophy or the paranormal, as it happens. A line from the book said something along the lines of "pay attention to your dreams, but don't base your life's decisions on them. Dreams can guide, but they can also lie."
~Cie~



Friday, October 21, 2016

OctPoWriMo 2016: Day 21: Nature's Calling



Nature Calling

Hold the phone a moment
Here comes a component
Which I simply can't ignore
We who still are living
Can find no forgiving
When the waters start to pour
For when nature's calling
Dreams of water falling
Tell you "you can wait no more"

~Cie and Yeris~

Dedicated to every dreamer and astral traveler who has found themselves interrupted by Nature Calling 

Form:

https://poetsonthepage.blogspot.com/