Reading harold_maude's journal

I heard this story about a man who had a dream one night. He dremp he was a butterfly. When he woke up he thought to himself was I dreaming of the butterfly or was the butterfly dreaming of me?

The dream was so real that it made him ask that question. Maybe he was a butterfly dreaming of a man. Maybe when we dream we are dreaming of ourselves in another dimension. What if...

It's an intersting thought. The possiblity that this is just one reality we living in, if it is what happens, than for many of us who have bits of dreams that don't make sense, this would answer many questions, to a certian degree.

And what if thoes dreams that we have that are so real we're sure we're awake, maybe were just watching our reflection in some mirror in some other place.
What if...

There have been alot of posts lately about our sense of perception that it has the potential to take us out of the box and well on our way to understanding questions that are deep inside and we just don't know how to voice them.

Except every once in a while the whole collected thought makes it to where we are awake, and then we can talk about it, and write about it.

There is so much we don't know, and so much we have forgotten, as a species. I think we are in a time of awakening, and it's been going on for a while.
I think moments of brilliance that come to ordinary men and women are moments when things make it to the place where we can grasp them have been going on for a long time as well.

I think the rare times when someone has managed to stay open enough to understand things, we end up with a Lenardo Davinci
or a Steven Hawlking, but it's all been on certian levels and about just certian things.

I think what's happening, more and more, the awaking is becomming broader, we're understanding more on more levels all at the same time.

What if...we're just waking up from a very deep sleep, unaware that we have been asleep, walking around, carring on lives in other dimensions and never even knew that in these other dimensions we were very different people, doing amazing, brilliant things, traveling through time and space, having families who could walk through walls, and move things with just a thought...
What if that's going on...
What if?

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

Maybe he was a butterfly dreaming of a man. Maybe when we dream we are dreaming of ourselves in another dimension.

I read these words, and my heart skipped a beat... I know why so many, many people have the same thoughts that I do, why so many people read the same books that I do, and why all these concentric circles are so fascinating to me. I feel as if I am playing that game from childhood; you know the one with the little plastic circles with holes where you trace flowery designs with a pen placed in the hole... does anyone remember those?

And then I read:

And what if those dreams that we have that are so real we're sure we're awake; maybe we're just watching our reflection in some mirror in some other place...

And it made me want to take another risk, and add another poem to the mix.

What if...we're just waking up from a very deep sleep, unaware that we have been asleep, walking around, carrying on our lives in other dimensions, and never even knew that in these other dimensions we were very different people.

It made me think of Julio Cortazar's Hopscotch again, and in particular, a certain passage...

Mis pasos en esta calle
Resuenan
En otra calle
Donde
Oigo mis pasos
Pasar en esta calle
Donde
Solo es real la niebla

OCTAVIO PAZ

(My steps along this street
Resound
Along another street
Where
I hear my steps
Resounding along this street
Where
Only the fog is real.)

As well as another from Hopscotch:

152

THE ABUSE OF CONSCIOUSNESS

This house I am living in resembles my own in every way: the disposition of the rooms, the smell of the hallway, the furniture, the light that slants in the morning, becomes attenuated at noontime, overlaps in the afternoon; everything is the same, even the paths and the trees in the garden, and that old tumble-down gate and the paving stones in the courtyard.
The hours and minutes of the time that passes also resemble the hours and minutes of my own life. In the moment in which they spin me around, I tell myself: "They seem real. How much they resemble the real hours I am living at this moment!"
For my part, if indeed I have done away with every reflective surface in my house, in spite of it all, the inevitable window-pane insists on returning my reflection, I see someone there who looks like me. Yes, he looks very much like me, I recognize him!
But no one must think that it is I! After all! Everything is false here. When they give me back my house and mylife, then I shall find my own true face.

JEAN TARDIEU

I would recommend reading Ch. 100 from Hopscotch as well... just for :) Maybe the bread is crying...

Maybe you are me, and I am you...
Just a thought..

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?

This post was edited by rosyxxx on Sep 10, 2004.

What if, and why couldn't it be possible? Why do certian places seem so familiar even though we've never been there before?
Why is it that when we meet certian people we feel as if we've known them our whole lives and there is so much symetry that it gives us goose bumps, or the person says something and you finsih what they are saying, or think the words as they are saying them?

I have a feeling that as more and more people begin to explore sacred geometry, and beging to acivate their own mer ka ba that the picture which has been out of focus for so long will become crystal clear, and it wouldn't surprise me one bit that we are existing in several realities at the same time.

Kevin said something one time which I thought about for a little while and then forgot, until just the past couple of days, it's been rattling around in my brain, that all our cells carry all the memories of all our ansestors. Maybe this figures somewhere in the mix as well.

I was thinking about when I was pregant with my daughter. For several months I flew in my dreams. I could feel the wind on my face and body, I flew over mountians, but was scared because I was so high. When I woke up, I would be exausted and my arms would feel as though they had been stretched hard. I
It was wonderful. I got to the point where I couldn't wait to go to sleep.
After I gave birth, the dreams stopped. I missed them, but there was nothing I could do.

Here's a really mind blowing possiblity that has crossed my mind, maybe she was taking me flying because where she came from that was the normal mode of travel.

When she was in vet school she ended up taking a couple of trips related to school. She said she loved flying. A familiar place perhaps?

What about thoes things that we've never done before, and when we try them for the first time we know how to do them without effort, like we've been doing it for years...
more things to think about...

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

I've thought of that a few times myself ... what if reality is actually what happens when we are sleeping .. What exactly does happen when we sleep .... are they messages from some supreme being? or are they pieces of our memory forming a story of some sort ... or maybe we're just dead bored when we sleep and need some sort of entertainment.

What I believe is that I'll never really know... I don't think dreams are some kind of reality .. but I do believe they are part of out sixth sense...that is so much stronger in intuition..

I remember that I had a dream once I was sitting in a class room with a whiteboard and red boarders all around ..and there was a door on the right hand side and it was open and this girl came in and tripped .. For some reason that part of the dream stuck with me and low and behold two years later (ofcourse I had forgetten the whole dream thing by then) i was in a different school with a white board and red boarders all around and a door on the left side... I did not even think I remembered the dream even then .... until ... (I kid you not, this is actually true) a girl came in and tripped ... I felt my vision distort for a split second and (obviously) had a Deja Vu .. but I was surprised .. very very surprised... how I couldve dreamt about this 2 years before...

I might not have the answers to what your asking .. but this is something you might be able to play around with =)

You pose an interesting twist. What is the sixth sense? The ablitly to step into a realm of the unseen? In that place are we more open, because we're not locked into the 4 dimensions of this place, that we can touch and see more?

And what of your dream? Two years had passed before you experienced the dream here. Like you said, how is that possible?

It's wonderful how thinking about what is possible, it helps take us out of the box, and makes the statement, anything is possible bigger and more beutiful.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

You sixth sense is merely your intuition, you instinct, an inner voice. Everyone has it .. but there are a select few that listen to it deeply .. or for that matter even listen to it at all...

I know a lot of people in NAO don't believe in God .. or for that matter a supreme being of some sort. But I do.. I do believe that there is something that ties us all together in one way or the other.. that there is a reason for everything that happens to you...

Back to the dream theory ...There are so many things that are unexplainable ... you said yourself that your daughter loved flying and you experiance her love for it even before she was born .. LIke I said, it's some sort of an intuition .. and instinct a feeling perhaps that gives you knowledge into something in the future ... Native Canadians or American Indians (what ever you want to call them) believe in dreams so much that they follow them to every extent.. they believe dreams are a message from their God (which is nature) to warn them of some unforseen even.

Another thing that I happen to remember at this minute.
Have you ever had recurring dreams ... I used to a while ago ... I would be running .. from anything and everything .. there was a city under terror and I'm running from a monster .. there was sharks chasing me and I'm swimming for my dear life.. I kept running from everything ..These dreams would occure about once or twice in a month.

I wondered for a long time .. why i'm running so much and I asked my mother about it .. she told me that I was running from my life or something like that .. But then one night I was talking to a much older friend of mine and I told him about these dreams ... he told me something even I didnt know. That i had the ability to control my own dreams.. He told me the next time I was running to remember for one second that I was dreaming and stop and turn around and ask who ever it was that was chasing me ... Why he was doing so?

And trust me I could do this and have done it.. Although I wont answer to what happened since it's very personal..

Again ... just something to think about =)

Yes, I've had many re- occuring dreams. Some of them not so pleasant.

Several years ago, one of my sisters was married to a man. His father was in perfect health.
I began to have the same dream over and over, it started the same every time.
It's night out and there is thunder and lightening. When the sky lights up with lightening everything is purple. I'm standing in a yard with a fence, and a few yards away the grass is suddenly pushed aside, and there he is laying in a casket.
The inside is lit up so I can see who it is.
Then the dream would stop, only to repeat it's self again.

This went on for a while. It was so real, I could smell the storm in the sky and around me. The grass was wet. It made me cold, and when I would wake up, I would be so cold and couldn't get warm.

Then the dreams stopped comming. I remember being relieved that they stopped. A couple of months after, his father died. It was durring the summer when he passed away. I saw his picture in the paper. It was the man I saw in the casket.

In the past two years I have had several dreams that are re-occuring ones. They start out the same way. I'm painting, and someone comes up to me and wants my work. All of it. Everything in my life takes a sudden shift, I'm overwhelmed and try to move to a background place where no one will see me, but they keep finding me. I wake up from these dreams feeling very shaken but ok.

It's been about two months since I had the last one. Durring the same time I've had re-occuring dreams about storms, tornados that come to where I'm standing and just sit there, not moving. The tornados are always black and monsterous. What's really strange about it is that they talk to me, tell me things that I've been told in waking time, and remind me of things I've been told that will come to pass. When I have thoes dreams I end up waking up shaking and very awake immeadately. I can't sleep after thoes, and they keep comming again in my dreams.

I very much believe in God. About four years ago, I was in a non denominational church, and I had many visions, things I didn't understand when I would be lost deep in prayer.
Somethings I shared with a few people, many I did not.
The last vision I had before I left the church building setting, was this: God took me down a long hall, I knew it was him inside, and he took me through a door and there was one chair in a dark room. I sat in it. The other door closed. Then a door on the opposite side of the room opened and I knew I had to go out the door. It led to a long dock sitting on the ocean, and I walked out onto the dock, and there was a little boat and I got in. The rope untied and I was set adrift out to sea.

The events of my life, the asking deeper questions, things being opened up to me, all the possiblities the cloth that so obscured my sight began to be spread out, and I slowly began to see things in a much broader way.

Outside of my children and a couple of family members, and one friend who was in the same church as I was for years, who's journey has paralled mine, same events happening at the same time with out us knowing it was going on in the other persons life.
Out side of thoes few people, I have no contact with anyone else from my past. I don't think they would understand any of what I would tell them, and how there is so much more than the limited view.

I generally don't talk about my faith with people because it's very private to me, and I respect where other people are in their beliefs. I've seen too many people tear each other apart simply because they disagree.

I've been in that place that many has caused many people to feel the way they do about christians, I was once in that place of trying to cram what I believed down other people's throats, my heart was genuine, in that I was doing what I thought I was supposed to do. I trusted a preacher who drilled it into his congration that we were suppose to be out there doing that, and if we weren't then how could we call ourselves christians.
I spent alot of years terrified of God, so fearful that his hands were full of holes that if I moved just wrong I would fall through and fall directly into hell.

I didn't understand his love, or what unconditional love was. I was living in terror. It was so bad infact that I spent a long time on medication because I couldn't sleep. All I had was nightmears. Terrible horrifying nightmears. No one in the church could understand why I was having so many nightmears. The preacher of the church was terrified of me, fearful that I was out to poison him. How do I know this? One sunday morning, he told me and about two hundred other people at the same time about this fear of me.
So I've experienced being laid out in the church, a place that I believe was ment to be a safe haven for the wounded of heart, soul and spirit.

I believe all of this I'm going through now, the questions, not being afraid to ask questions for fear of God abandoning me anymore, has changed my view of so many things.
I look at my self now as a sojourner and a pilgrim of sorts.

I'm not sure why I told you all of this...

I only know that that nothing in my searching has diminished my belief in God, it's only served to make me love him more, and helped me to see that there is so much out there that we, in our limited understanding can barely grasp on to let alone understand...

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.