in the dream it felt like an exploration, a meditation
a high tech evolution opening new vistas and realities. An implosion that was as much an explosion into the unknown universe,
stars rushed by and galaxies streamed past and what was and could be reached out to each other at wild and fantastic speeds
the Spirits rejoiced, the teacher Learned, the healer Healed, and the searching soul found his road. Mathematical elegance and philosophical harmonies raced at the speed of light
in the dream was a feeling, an overview that this was us
that We, I, You and All held hands and melded minds. Conjoined spirits in emotional ecstasy as hearts sought, reached and thought and consciousness expanded.
We, I, You us lived.
Racing through galaxies till the artifact of their passing was blurred light and stroboscopic enlightenment flickering in the spaces between. There was nothing that was not light of love all rushing and whooshing by.
in the dream there was excitement. Desire and curious breathless joy
And in the dream were the detritus and wreckage of those that had gone before
also far in different dreams were alien voices calling from far along, also on the same road. Ahead too were more than us. Those who had gone thus far and no further and still further on. More ...and more..
in the dream the ride was getting harder, more turbulent. The fast furious speeds were now at once exhilarating and scary
untouched ground on hallowed roads. Unheard harmonies and philosophies were required to express what now was and had to be seen
new ways of being, new math =new path
new philosophies of new realities and what had seemed to be alien tongues now seemed to be our own voices reaching back to us out of turn. Asking for more from us,
We, I, You were disturbed, this galactic vessel of exploration was shaking in the turbulence of new understandings. What eyes saw could not possibly be seen. Had never been seen. The mathematics had never hinted at these new musics. These new octaves strained our being and we sought to let our spirits soar Even as our consciousness receded, repulsed by the extraordinarily strange, the wonderfully new
in the dream; me, you, we sought simpler metaphors. The speed, growth and the fantastical velocities that made streaking lights pace seem glacial. The paroxysms of epiphany needed to be filtered into easier tongues so...
in the dream, what eye has not seen became the far reaches of the galaxy.
this joyous discovery and growth was now the explosive seed of interstellar reach and travel.
The epiphany of the sage. The dervish dance of the Sufi. The cold winds of intellect and the loving embrace of All as consciousness and being . What ear has not heard became that ineffable word. That paradoxical call from within that sings of home
in the dream the simpler metaphor became I, You, Me, We
In the dream the billions of voices on this journey became simple passengers on a voyage. In space. In time and among the stars
And the path of lights, of knowledge and growth. In the dream this became a simple road
And the turbulence of discovery. The rough test of the unimaginable clashing with the known became the grooves and the rocks on the path jostling and juddering. Slowing us down through necessity and caution.
In the dream, now seeing what was as a seeming, we knew we must seek respite, seek understanding, visit repairs and succor on ourselves and this "vehicle" that we traveled on this "road ".
We all had seen the detritus and the wrecked remains of those that had gone before. We had passed those who had waved at us from the sidelines. We were their dreams of what may be, the tantalizing tales of the wanderer
AND... We pulled over the car. Off the road, we definitely needed repairs and improvements, everyone was giddy at how far we had come, but everyone knew we would have to make some serious adjustments and repairs. The "fuel” needed to be changed /replenished. The "vehicle” was hurting, and needed some serious help
Surely someone could help and assist, some tips perhaps?
And right there in the dream was an impression of a being, a person, there was just a suggestion of a face, and a suggestion of a body form that felt like a tree. I swear that was what it felt like
The "being " explained to us that there had been/were/is different options for propulsion. I/you/we got the impression that this journey had been undertaken before by different "peoples/ways of being (?)" in their own 'vehicles'. All the while in the dream the superimposition of different perspectives, i.e. regular off road trail, and galactic /interstellar journey and the idea of spiritual growth kept flipping. Somehow they seemed to overlay each other as reflections or impressions of the same Idea.
On the Basic Off road vehicle metaphor which I felt was the one I knew I would have the most access to once I awoke. The being seemed to be showing us the choice of different Fuels. It was getting funny at this point because it felt like a gas station with all the symbols for different fuels. Except I also knew that this Fuel meant "How-the-vehicle-is-moved" and vehicle meant actual beings.
Anyway on the board were different 'fuels '. The being seemed to explain each as it truly was I got the impression of 4-5 styles of Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved". One was the seeming of pure light as a pure...something... I know exactly what it is but lack the word or equal expression of this, there was one more which totally was over my head then there was one that I immediately recognized, in my head I transformed the symbol. Into gasoline with the little drip of oil on in. I immediately got the understanding that this was Fuel made from "What -once- was- living”. I got the distinct impression that this was an intentional translation of a concept of 'Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved" on my part. It involved a pressure on the living and what remained of the living. It was propulsion by tapping the living for their death. Sucking out their living essence. It really hit me hard.
Then I saw the last one. A Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved. It had the look of magenta, red and violet. And I got such a sense of life! Life joy and so much Aliveness!! (Yeah set the word sheriff on me) but just as I was trying to fathom how this could fit into my idea of Fuel. The being made me understand. That in this new "way of moving" this "new way of getting there" of being. The fuel And the vehicle were one. There was no use of one thing to "move” another. There was a joyous exchange and recycling and self propulsion as one. With no consumption so to speak... The growth. The journey was an implosion as well as an explosion. Getting there was accomplished by "being (?) There?
There was a need to not rely so much on the previous fuel( gasoline/hydrocarbons/using up of lives ) our problem in the journey was the relying on this form when We were actually this New FUEL. I will not be trite and say what you already are thinking. But in my dream we stayed a while to renew ourselves and learn about how we would propel ourselves on our own joy on our own new way by being joyfully and completely ourselves. Farming no one, exploiting nothing and enslaving none.
I wake up
But I feel the call of the dream. And I know that the alien songs and voices that seemed to call from afar out of time and understood were only ourselves up ahead yet now. Pure and freed from the old propulsions and in a vehicle that needed nothing but I, You We, - Pilot/ Fuel/ Vehicle
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