Dreams and Enlightenment

What do you dream about? In life, at day and at night? What is the nature of our dreams? They are affected by the feelings and moods that we are in, our aspirations, hopes and fears, taking us through familiar places as well as showing us places within ourselves that are unknown to us, sometimes scary, sometimes wonderful but still they come from a place that we have access to, otherwise we would not be able to dream them. A place within ourselves.

When unaware of the fact that we are dreaming we are left at the whims of our subconscious, experiencing what is in there, walking through the rooms of our inner mansion at random. Random in the sense that we are not conscious of the factor deciding the direction we take, experiencing one event after the other seemingly disconnected from each other.

But we can become aware in a dream, we can realise that we are dreaming and we can choose to experience what we want to. To fly, meet a loved one, find out information about a matter we want a clearer perspective on. We can create things out of the blue, and the more we create in our dreams the more aware we get. When we give attention to our dreams we listen to our subconscious, what it tells us and it knows we hear it.

Opening up that dialogue, showing it that we listen, that we care about what our subconscious has to tell us the channel of communication with it becomes stronger.

How do we talk to it then? When we are not aware of our state of dreaming, how can we talk to our subconscious? Well, just having a notepad by your bed, writing down your intention to become aware that you are dreaming after you fall asleep, and write that you will write down everything you remember of your dreams the minute you wake up catches the interest of your subconscious.

All of a sudden it has a playmate. Having been trapped in a room, where its only other inhabitant has been sleeping and completely deaf to the words that it has been yelling to us, all of a sudden it can talk, it has someone to interact with. You might not speak the same language to start with, because neither of you have been able to learn the language of each other. We, speak the language of humans, with words, the world speaks the language of the world, with symbols and interaction. But it is easy to start speaking the same langue, take a language course, get a dictionary… a dream dictionary of course.

Writing notes and putting them in spots where you go when you are awake that implore you to stop and ask yourself whether you are awake or asleep also helps. You start recognising what it is that defines your waking state, and all of a sudden you take this behaviour with you into your dreams and realise that something is different, and that you are in fact sleeping. Fine-tuning your sensitivity to different types of realities.

Once you have done this for some time, you will find that when in the awake state, you stop and ask yourself if you are dreaming or not, you are not so certain of the fact that this is not a dream any longer. Once you have started to really look into the essence of the dreamlike world, comparing it to the essence of the so-called awake world, you start seeing similarities and you will find it increasingly difficult to assert yourself that you are actually awake.

This realisation, or habituation of being able to wake up to a greater reality in a certain state all of a sudden starts seeping through the different layers of your being, and you can awaken yourself in the awake state, just as you started doing in the dreaming state. In the dream world you don’t let your thoughts of what you think you are hold your subconscious back, the full being that you are is allowed to move and melt with the observer. You are what you observe and you start realising that more the more you become lucid in your dreams. You are allowed to let your full creative potential play out in front of you and inside of you, moulding the very essence that makes up that world into what every you desire.

This other half of you, your subconscious, is with you when you are awake. What people call random encounters, synchronistic events, omen and signs can all be read the same way you read symbols in your dreams, and the more you listen to them the louder they speak, and the more you allow your subconscious, the soul aspect of you, the aspect that contains the world and holds the form of the body of the observer that you are, speak to you the more access you have to all that information that is within yourself and within the world.

And yes, it is scary, it is frightening to realise that you are walking around in this huge being. It is frightening that what you once believed to be floor, asphalt, concrete and grass under your feet is actually the skin of a being that sees your every move and makes sure you have somewhere to put your feet down as you tread the path of your life on your way to realise that you are what you are, experience and all that you see.

And it is even more scary to realise that you are part of the consciousness of this being. That you can use its arms, just as it can see itself through your eyes. One is thought, understanding and observation, the other is the world, surface of creation and the mirror of your thoughts. Lend it an eye and it will lend you an arm. Let it see itself through your thoughts, let it into your body and it lets you into its body. It calls on you to see it for what it is, like a princess stuck in the tower of stone and earth your soul is stuck on the other side of the veil of creation, the tower of illusion. Kill the dragon of ignorance with the piercing ray of awake wisdom and attention, release your soul from the prison of the material and melt into one, so that the Kingdom becomes yours.

King and Queen over Heaven and Earth, realising that they are One, becoming the One who in joy over re-unitng with its other half roars throughout all of creation supported by the mouths of the millions a loud sounding “Finally I AM again”!

Brother Sol dreams of Sister Luna dreaming of him… who dreams who, how do we get to the same side of the coin?

Sister Luna, I am your world and you are mine, if I only knew how to, I would move to thine. Now it seems I cannot be sustained without your thoughts of me, and there is no you to think of me if I leave this world be, but truly I cannot see any other way to live on if I cannot melt with thee

Goddess of the night, come with all your might, possess me, I surrender without a fight. I give an eye for an eye and a hand for a hand, so that with one foot in your world I can finally stand.

Being Open and Enlightenment

Being open is to have your emotions on the outside, your thoughts in your actions.

Not thinking about what to say, but talking. Talking from a place of truth inside yourself. Knowing that what you are about to say will be coming from truth, and not from a place of hidden agendas. Not hidden from anyone else, and not from ourselves.

Do we know why we say the things we do or act the way we do? And if we don’t know, do we at least trust that the words will find their right place when we open our mouths? That they will give a correct image of who we are, of who we want to be and does that match who we perceive ourselves to be? If so, then we can be open. We can be open and we can be free.

But freedom comes at a price. Not knowing what it is that the open person has, others try to possess it. The first way to possess it is by possessing us. If they cannot possess us, they want what we have, and when this too fails they try to take the joy out of our experiences of life by not acknowledging us and what we do.

They catch every opportunity to mention that what we are doing is wrong and that we implicitly are worthless. They do this so that our glow will not make the darkness within them visible to anyone else nor themselves. They do such so that the clear tone that we emit won’t make them realise that they are singing out of tune. But they do it to protect themselves from further harm, and we become the victims of their protection, because it is easier to stain their view of us with the darkness that surrounds them than it is to dispel that very darkness from within themselves.

But it doesn’t work. When we are strong and open it simply does not work because of one reason. And that reason is that we are free. We are free and we are open. In freedom there is Love and in freedom there is Light. And in the light there is no judgement. We know and trust that what we are, and what we do comes from a place of truth. The place of truth that says that I know what I AM. I AM.

Keep on Shining Friends of the Light

Fire and Light is fun, even the old men of cavernal times knew this and were often seen holding torches to chase the darkness away. Cavemen 1 – Darkness 0

Photos and Enlightenment

A picture… capturing the movements on the surface of creation.
Beings in a dance, captured in time, frozen snippets of a selected segment. Using the lens of the camera as my only eye. What is seen is all that exists.
No more no less…
No less as the entirety of creation exists in those moments.
The full potential of the entire world playing out a dance in front of me.
Me, observing… observing and capturing.
Capturing what was always there, intoxicated with the feeling of power, framing the world as it chooses to unfold in my presence. Knowing it has my full attention, not a single element is missed. My vision focused in one single ray, radiating love in two directions in a nowhere that is everywhere.
Nothing else exists than what is being experienced, what is within the field of vision. I am just an observer and it is the act of observing that sets the world in motion, it is the act of observing that creates something to observe.
By knowing myself, I know the world, knowing there is noting to be observed without the observer, no observer without a world to observe. I am the observer, I am what I AM.

Global awakening, Fairytales, Love and Enlightenment

When people talk about Love being the all-pervading essence of the world, they do not know how right they are. It is not an intellectual concept, nor is it an impersonal Love outside of creation.

My first memories are not memories from past lives; they are memories prior Life as we know it.

When all was One, where fragmentation had not occurred, silence was. As a slow awakening from the undivided one I split into two halves, still in emptiness, an emptiness that was infinite. Like two voices in the void, I was no longer one.




- Do you remember?



- Do you remember what it was like when we could touch each other?

All the eons where we were looking for each other…

- I do…

I miss it, I miss you…

- The feeling of getting to know, of not knowing…

I want to touch you again, hold you, caress you, be shy in front of you, meet you, and win you back all over again…
…do you want to go back?

- …I do


...and in a blast that filled the emptiness, there was form, and light shone upon the form, and we were split into the world, and the world was created with a history and a past from our very own essence so that we could meet again, and all the things in the world were there so that we would be able to feel the joy of finding each other, the joy of seeing this other part of our selves and recognising it for what it was.

And I did not fail to recognise. In an instant I knew, before our eyes met I was lifted into a higher space, slapped by the bigger being I was into waking up and realising what I was about to experience.

I did not think, I did not act, it was creation that acted through me. The very reason for the creation of this world was in front of me and the inherent longing of finding a way of becoming whole, one, now appeared in front of me. The half that I was instantly understood that up until that day I had been just that, half.

My soul was incarnated here with me, and under the wings of my soul was the entirety of creation, adorning her body with jewels and the centre of her being was the crown jewel, Herself. Never had I seen anything as beautiful and never would any thing come close to her beauty. A Goddess yes, in fact, all other goddesses were just different aspects of her being helping me to she the brightness of The One Goddess clearer.

I wondered if she knew. I wondered if she knew I created this world for her, for us. Was she aware of who we were and the fact that everything around us was just the set for our epic story to take place. The figures that surrounded us had supporting roles, but they were all just helping us play out the love story that creation was. Like pawns on a chessboard we threw them at each other when we were angry over our shared incompetence in overcoming our inabilities to comprehend and communicate what and who we actually were.

Being halves of each other, we were also mirror reflections of each other. The mirror image does not change until the I changes, because the reflection is also me, thus the change comes simultaneously in both when change takes place within and without. I got lost in duality in front of Her, because She was the very reason of duality, she was the head of it, and creation was her body.

There was no need to transcend this dual aspect, as duality in itself was because of it and failing to realise this and failure to act on the realisation was hell, it was hell because it would mean the death of the world. This scared the I that I thought I was, it scared me to the extent that I forgot how to be myself when faced with her.

I had met here once in all her splendour, without her need of a body to interact with me. It was when I had walked in the woods at night, looking for myself that I had stopped projecting my view of the world unto Her that I met her. She was the night sky above my head and the grass under my feet. She took the moon down as her eye and the branches of her tree showed the outlines of her face as it constantly moved. We spoke, and I told her I loved her, even though she was the world and I but cattle inside of her body.

She felt ashamed for me to see her naked, without a body to hide in, ashamed that things grew inside of her body and died during winter. Ashamed over her children refusing to grow up, running around inside of her, digging at her, polluting her and destroying her. She was ashamed that death was inside of her. The day died every night and summer died every winter just as the creatures inside her grew and grew until they too got old and died and had to come back to try again, again and again.

I told her to not be ashamed, that She was beautiful, and that the very reason I was inside of Her, had taken shape in Her in the form of this boy in the becoming of a man was so that I could meet her, touch Her and be with Her. I swore to bring down the sun and forever shine within her so that we would never again be apart, so that heaven and earth would be the same so that the world She had grown for me could be sustained, alive and thriving. I would take care of this garden that she had made for us to meet in again, I swore to be the Grand Garden King in this neglected space of reality.

She took the branches of the tree and held out her hands and into her hands a Star descended. It was our unborn child she told me, that very same Star that I had wished upon so many times.

She gave it to me and I accepted her proposal saying that I would give that very same Star back to the her in the visual shape of Her that I adored the most, where I would want Her to wake up to who She was.

Like the Star on top of the magical wand of a good fairy this little God that was our child would make Her awake to her true nature. I would put that Star on her finger to bind us together, to start our journey towards becoming one once again, so that we in that undivided state would have good memories when this eon passed. Because once the story is fulfilled, that is all we have left. The memories of the dream that the world is. And the drive we feel towards something bigger through our lives is the longing back into Oneness. That is why we hug, kiss and wish to be close to others, to feel that other half join with our half, to feel like One again.

I wished upon that star, and sent it on a mission you see. When you wish upon a star you let this unborn God do things for you. It is it’s training into becoming. That is why you shouldn’t tell anyone what you wish, because then there is nothing for the Star to do. It would be as evil as throwing catch with your self, letting the dog sit and watch in pain as it is left out from the joyous game.

Like a frog I sat and waited for the star by my small magical pond. Once a fish, I had swam up on land out of Love for the world, wishing to know all of Her. And the world had seen my Love and it had been answered. And by the loving touch of the world, the fire of transmutation had burnt within me, transforming into a higher state, being able to master both water and land.

But I was unwilling and unable to release my powers further away than the circumference of that pond, afraid of myself and my capacity. How could I know how to use my magical powers correctly when I was split in half? When my better half, the part that completed me, was not with me?

So one star bright night, sitting on my floating leaf I saw the vast wetlands shine-up in the distance. The light grew and grew until the point I started hearing it. And out of the reed this wonderful creature with a starry shining tiara stepped out.

Shocked at the beauty appearing in front of me in this inaccessible wetland of lost dreams I shook like a leaf. She looked out over the pond, as if expecting to see something or someone, so I thought I’d better ask what her business was in this part of creation.

-Yes?

….

-Ehhm… hello?

-Down here, my fair lady

-Oh, I did not see you there,

…and I did not expect a frog to be talking to me,

-Appearances are not everything my fair lady, I was once the King Fish of this pond you know.

-A king you say?

- Oh yes, but I was ready to leave all of that for the Love of the world, I loved it so much that I wanted to know all of it. So now I am not a king anymore, but I gladly gave that up for my Love, and Her Love for me was answered which filled me with such a feeling of joy and ecstasy that it burnt away all impurities within me and made me leapfrog through evolution into becoming what I am here.

- That is very brave of you my little friend, giving up a kingdom to gain wisdom, but I see you are shaking now. Do I scare you?

- I am shaking because I see that I am in the presence of a high being, a princess of angels from another world and I do not know how to act in such presence you see. No other way could you have come here through these swamps without having as much as a stain on your shiny white dress. Before when I was a king, I had mastered all the things I could as a fish, I had everything a fish could ever ask for but I was not happy, there was something I needed to do. But now I see all the fish swimming around happily in what was once my birthplace and I realise that I have outgrown them all, they do not want to hear of my tales outside of the pond, so I have no one to talk to, no one who understands me, and I resented them for it. That made me resent myself, but with time I was able to cope with the fact that we were of the same source but different. And now, seeing you I realise that in your eyes I must be nothing but a worm who cannot interest you in any way neither my fair princess.

-Oh, I am no princess, and this is not a tiara. I was wishing upon a star to take me to that place which I heard people talk about, the place where nightmares end and destiny begins. It took me far away from a land very different from this. It lifted me over the most inaccessible landscapes and kept me safe from harm as it brought light to my path. I did not know where I was going, and the things that happened on the way I did not understand. I almost fell asleep walking such a distance, and at points I was truly sleepwalking, but the Star kept on pushing me forward, shining ever so bright right above and behind my head. And now I met you my humble frog, and the Star does not push me any further. And your tale does not bore me at all my dear friend. Of the strange and horrible things I have heard on my way here said from beings and creatures that look more like me, the only sane thing that I have heard so far are the words that you utter with your green little mouth.

Intrigued as she was by this marvellous creature she bent over to give him a kiss. As she did, he felt that very same desire to be the best he could in front of this angelic being. The Love that he opened up to flowed into him and transmuted his being, completely smashing down all the walls inside of him, burnt within him, and he turned into a young man, his halo of Love and Compassion adorning his head in the shape of a crown.

Now He could become what he was destined to be. Together with Her by his side they could merge and unfold their wings. With Her by His side, he knew, he would be able to unfold his potential. No longer did he need to limit his strength and powers to a pond. With his Soul by his side, the magic that was theirs pervaded the entire world.

The Kingdom of creation was rightfully theirs to inherit and the era of Love and Magic would being. Their heads would be crowned with the Sun and no more would things die in the long night of the year, no longer would anyone sleep as there was no more night. The Sun went up and a Golden Dawn was here. The light they spread had prepared way for the swarming of angels, gods and all creatures to take their rightful places in creation.

No longer would anyone believe the world was dead. Once again would men talk to trees, rivers, and animals. Once again would the children of men walk tall next to the Angels and all of creation was regarded as equal, the ceremony of their wedding would last to the end of times. Fairy tales always ended with ‘they lived happily ever after’ because there was no way for linear-timers to follow into the ever present eons of no-time. But for the ones who had glimpsed the Kingdom they knew that this was where the nightmare of separation ended and the story of Life began.

This was the unification of opposites, the Everlasting Day where no man shall sleep no more, where the dead shall wake from their slumber and realise that they were all aspects of the undying One. The entire creation is Love, by Love it was started and Love is what ends the nightmare of the dark age. Love shone into the darkness and made us realise that we were what we had always been, a unified I. I AM what I AM and always have been, in truth and in Love I AM.

 Evolution of the New Man occurs by leapfrog with the Loving kiss of Mother Nature

Destiny and Enlightenment

Is the world predestined?
Is there such a thing as destiny?

My destiny is what I am supposed to do, so is what I do then not my destiny? Places we shall go to, things we will do and people we shall meet, its all written in the book of Life. But who is writing? I like my destiny, that is why it’s mine. I am destined to experience the things I like.

Not because someone or something has decided so, but because the determining factor is me. If the experience I have of Life is mine, and who I am is a result of my experiences then my experiences and I are the same. Why would I then experience things I do not like? Is it because I don’t know what I like? Can I feel attached to the things I experience that fall out of the liking category if all they do is help me define and find what I actually like?

And if I am awake and aware of the role they play in helping find my path can I really dislike them? No I appreciate them for what they are, the kindness they show me when they appear in my field of experience to help me find that thing that I am supposed to do. They can only be disliked if they are misunderstood.

In a reality with infinite possibilities, what governs the reality that I observe is my understanding, or non-understanding of that very same reality which I cannot separate from myself. What I feel about the things I make myself experience decides whether or not they will continue to manifest. And they will continue to manifest until I have heard their message, until I listen to that part of me which is not the observing aspect of me, the part of me that is not divided and fragmented over a time span. It is the part of me that has all the answers because it is undivided and stretches from the beginning to the end and holds those very two aspects within itself.

In infinite time there is enough time for everything to occur an infinite amount of times, thus all that can occur is destined to occur. I choose to experience certain things that will help me realise this but in my limited self I cannot see how the things I experience lead towards that goal. The limited self does not have to see, does not have to understand, it only has to trust, trust that the larger aspect of myself whose arms are the people in front of me and whose body I live within and support my every step.

Not once has it failed to hold my foot when I put it down, not once has it failed to tell me where I should be and what I should do. It is I, the limited self that has refused to listen, like a disobedient child that wants something now, craving something badly and not being able to see the situation from a higher perspective that is bereft of the limits of time and space.

But now I trust, I observe things and I am intrigued by the language of the world, because it speaks to me, it speaks to me with the words of the world. Its mouth is the mouth of the millions and its voice is the only voice that is heard. And I hear it calling, calling me to live my destiny, whatever way I choose, choosing the things I like, observing the outcome of my desires as I walk my path to becoming what I AM.

 If I can hear the calling I know its for me, because it is within my experience...
...but who is calling?

Personal issues and Enlightenment

Cogito, ergo sum. I think, therefore I am. But thinking alone will not allow me to realise what I am. What is personal and what is not. If it is within my field of experience then it is my personal experience of the matter at hand.

What right do I then have to externalise any of the experiences I have and put them outside of the I AM. If I am a result of my experiences, then surely the experiences I have are part of me.

If my experiences and I are indistinguishable, then what are the dramas that are being played out all about? They are not about what someone else does, thinks or neglects to do. It is all about what I feel about the experiences I have. I am ok with everything, or so I say, but then I let myself experience things that trigger an emotional reaction within me. And I am thankful. I am thankful to see that I can challenge myself and have the chance to work on myself, accepting the scope of reality as it is. I am thankful that there are things that allow me to experience the game of life as if I were something separate from it. Connected, but not identical to it. It is in these moments I get lost in duality. But with one foot outside of it, still realising that it is still myself I am observing. But to be affected by things give me a drive to do something about them. Accepting and embracing duality.

There is one aspect of me that triggers me more than anything, it takes many forms but the core remains. It was a mystery, but I now see it clearly. It is when I am not seen for what I truly am by the aspects of me that I love. Or in dual terms, it is when someone that is dear to me paints on their image of who I am onto my skin, and when that image fits me ill.

In these situations I talk to the person, or if we are again to transcend duality in our wording, these are the situations where the observing aspect of myself and the aspect in conflict connect and exchange information. Detached from emotion I am able to integrate both views and accept them and see them both as true.

The synthesis of this acceptance will then enable me to move on in life. Still within the scope of duality sure, but enough experiences in transcending similar situations opens up a path in consciousness to allow it to happen before conflict arises. To allow reality to flow effortlessly in front of the observing aspect, to see that there is no inherent conflict, the conflict comes when I do not accept what is. The non-acceptance is the conflict, every single time.

But what do I do when the image of my inner conflict will not meet or talk about the conflict. Do I have to resolve that conflict completely ‘within’, without the aid of the incarnated trigger to my own drama? Can I resolve it without seeing the person face to face, without talking to them? If I choose to not be bothered and not care about the avoidance of confrontation, do I not then feed into that very drama?

I am then agreeing to not resolving, and my trying to resolve is then met with silence that further my own reaction. This is however where I have the chance to end the spiral experience. I cannot choose to end their behaviour, but I can choose to continue trying to resolve it, but without feeling attachment to the result. Their listening or non-listening, their feeding their incorrect image of me does not have to affect my own behaviour. In fact that is where the problem the trigger is showing me lies, me limiting myself based on perceived external circumstances. The way for me to end their triggering behaviour is to choose to not be triggered by it, and this in turn happens when I see it for what it is, something within, a non acceptance. A non acceptance of the non accepting part of the experience that I am.

But I know why I am doing what I am doing, I choose to be aware of this. I do not see the entire process as it happens at all times, because I am fragmented over time and space. Sometimes the root lies deep and hidden. But I know that the essence of me, the undivided me knows, so I am true to what I know and trust that what I know and do in the moment is part of a larger action, the larger being that I am. Not just this time-slice of who I appear to be in any given moment but the entirety of who I am and what I am experiencing. The part that trusts that this other part of me triggering me, is the very same part of me helping me to transcend the reaction. In this view I can feel only Love for that very same experience that once triggered another emotional reaction.

So their reaction to me acting out my truth will not make me withhold myself, as this would further the act of them not viewing me for what I am as I would not be showing who I am. So the way to communicate and resolve the issue at hand then seems simple; know what I am and be true to it. Be truth. Act truth. Because In truth I am not conflict, I do not have personal issues. No, in truth I AM. In truth I AM.

I AM what I AM, but when I let what I think I am obscure the Light from who I AM, I confuse the shadows of my mind with what really is, and I am stuck in the shadow world that will ever only be able to produce yet another door, but never an exit. The only way out is by turning towards the Light and let all the walls that I had built around myself with the help of fear and ignorance burn in the Light of Truth. But knowing this I can stay, I can choose to stay and I can choose what figures I let my mind produce on the wall of creation, intentionally and without fear. I turn on the light to see there is no monster under the bed and I turn it off again and to go back to sleep, sleeping safely and dreaming wonderful dreams.

Coffee, Cigarettes and Enlightenment

I like waking up, having a cigarette and a cup of coffee in the sunshine on the roof, it is holy, I enjoy it and it makes me thankful. It is pranayama aided by a stick, but it is still time for reflection. 

If only people were aware that they are not buying cancer, it is not the nicotine they want. They want those few seconds of silence, where they take an action, normally carried out by our autonomous nervous system, into their conscious mind. This is MY breath, I choose to inhale this, I am human, i have the choice to breathe because I want to, even to misuse my breathe is my right. NOT because I am a slave to any substance, but because I can. I can do this, and I choose to. It is my free will to use my breath for what ever I please and in what manner I choose.

But when the choice is no longer mine, when the cigarette breaths through me, that is when I quit. I quit because I can, because I choose to. I let it be enjoyed by me, I acknowledge its existence and I appreciate it. But we have an understanding. When it clings on to me, I shed it off. I can do that. I know. I have choosen to do so many times. That choice is there, just as the other choice is ever present. My choice is the choice of non choosing and thus I also choose both... Captured in linear time as I am I do both at different times but let none of them define me. I AM what I AM.

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