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The Left-Side of Darkness

A year ago I had a dream. I blogged about it here, in a post called Mercenary.

It had three ‘new’ things for me, in it.

  • The first was the clear understanding that the dream was a total fabrication of my imagination… but that it was absolutely true to the energy of something that, separately, was completely real. Why I just couldn’t dream whatever really happened I don’t know, but in terms of energy, geometry, whatever, the dream was true to the original.
  • The second was that it was something I felt I got from a Larger (Rahleon): that he had looked into himself, of which I am a tiny part, and his greater insight had sort of “unlocked” this bound-up energy within me. (Now in my perfect world, he would have just FIXED IT and been done with it, heh.)
  • The third was that I understood this was so powerful, so important, that it was having a profound, life-wide effect on me, similarly to the energy I worked out with Jared & El Nino, which miraculously cured what I felt had been my biggest psychological problem all my life (extensive chronic ‘artificial guilt’ as Seth called it).

So, anything THAT big a deal, boy I should meditate on that immediately and work through it! Right?

Riiiiiiiiight. I mentioned I had the dream a YEAR ago.

I couldn’t go near it. I’ve thought of it probably 200 times. I’ve thought yeah, man, I really need to meditate on that, right — but I didn’t mean it. I mean I knew it intellectually but I had no real intention of doing any such thing at that moment. “Someday.” Right.

*

Night before last it fell into my head again. I was lying comfortably in bed, ready to go to sleep. And for the first time I decided, “That does it. I’m going to DO this meditation.”

My entire left leg screamed in pain. I mean from my foot to my hip, like some kind of nerve effect, there was this single THROB of the most unbelievable pain.

I realized I was staring at the blanket–in the dark–with my eyes wide. What the hell!  It came back again, a ‘pulse’ of intense pain. I couldn’t believe how bad it hurt. It actually hurt so bad it was less a specific place than a “field” of pain in that whole area, as if there was this brilliant red “cloud of pain” from hip to foot.

That instant response to a thought, when I am comfortable and I know it is nothing else but direct response to what is in my head, has happened before. Not on that big a portion of my body and not THAT painfully though.

I kind of gasped again at the pain and I moved a little to put my hip and leg in a slightly different position. It didn’t help at all. It just kept hurting like that, pain I haven’t felt to that degree in eons, I can’t even remember when. I kept trying slight shifts in position, to no avail.

I finally turned over on my right side, and started thinking cooling  blue energy through my leg, trying to mellow it out some. It did mellow, gradually. I finally fell asleep.

*

The next morning, yesterday morning I remembered that insane pain. I talked to every potentially helpful inner-identity I know of and asked them to help me work through this energy, deal with it, release it or clean it up or whatever is best. With a couple of caveats about not ruining my financial life or health (I confess I have some doubts about them sharing my sense of priorities when it comes to juggling energy) I gave all my guides extra permissions and overrides to deal with it.

I asked Rahleon, even, which is the first time I have even tried to communicate with a Larger since the weird meditation where they all communed with the light-being that wears me and NOT ME. I haven’t directly communicated with any of them since, though I’ve had plenty of moments of irritation at all of them AND the white-light-ish thing. Yes I know it was for my own good. I don’t care. Anyway, I got no sense of anything from him at all.

I talked to Sun briefly, he is awesome. I meant to get to the meditation but didn’t.

Last night I went back, to do the meditation. I had the sense that a lot of change in me had happened during the day like under my radar. I asked Inner Guide — who by the way, I am completely unable to perceive at this time, as if she — like the Largers — is in some other universe I am no longer connected to. I just ignore that, figuring it’s my own fault for being so out of this so long, and pretend. I will fake it until my perceptual link to her returns. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to really track anything. I got impressions at times like she was doing what she normally does for me but I just only perceived it in little flashes, which was totally unworkable. And a little frustrating. I fell asleep.

*

This morning I woke up from a dream that made me feel like it was also dealing with that energy. So I went back ‘inward’ and did a bunch of visualizations for ‘dealing with’ the energy. Still no sense of connection for them. I told all that energy to appear as the archetype of a man, and did a little tantric work with that, I thought that might have had a little effect but even that didn’t seem like so much.

So I came here to blog it. But I got a couple paragraphs above just to where I was typing about how I couldn’t perceive IG, when I realized that ‘under’ my vision was a clear visual of me engaged in doing something else. So I set aside my laptop and went into that.

I was behind myself and I was pulling out, slowly, this short little barbed bramble-like thing, from a wound in the skin just under my left shoulder blade. (Oddly, this is the infamous spot where I sometimes get massive itching and have a back scratcher and demand my kid help me because it just goes nuts sometimes. I would not have thought this had any relation to anything at all.)  The barb seemed almost like a combination of iron (I commonly get that symbol in problem energy in me) and an actual branch or bramble, which I think means it is a symbol of something more organic/naturally growing. I spent a few minutes, as each would rise a little to the surface, pulling out these little sharp hard things, like little geometries with points, along with blood and so on, rather visceral.

Finally, I got the normal reminder-to-self I get whenever something seems like a long job, a line from that movie Inception: Dream Bigger. So I put my hands over the left side of my back, and I imagined that all of that energy inside myself was fusing into one thing, and there was more than I thought, so it became this big long bar that went all the way down my back, down inside my leg, etc. and I forced it to be ‘pliable’ so I could get it out with a curve, though it seemed like it was such a terrible wound in me where I was pulling it out. Then I pulled it slowly out of me until finally it was out and I put it aside in a stasis field with the other little things, and I put my hands over the body and worked to channel lots of good energy in to ‘fill up’ that space of where it had been. I got some rushing from that.

I scanned the body and the left leg still had something going on. I restructured the energy to just open itself and show me, and had a sense of that ‘iridescence’ I once had when asking for an archetype of my right leg (can’t remember why now). I could see this same kind of problem energy literally lying right in the core as if it were part of the bone or something, and I took it out completely, and healed it all up together, and dissolved the stuff in stasis.

*

I don’t really know how much good it did as I would normally get a lot more rushing from work like this especially if it were on something really major. But then I don’t know how much was taken care of before I even consciously got to it, given how many identities I called in to help a day before. But it seemed like IG was helping me there and I finally did feel like I could sense/see something and interact decently with it, so if nothing else that worked out well.

I’m profoundly overdue for the Princess of Wands who has been sitting on my table for eons, and my first ‘element’ med which has got to be Copper, and for actually getting to IG in the first place and just regularly spending time with her.

I have spent a lot more effort recently, focusing on being calm, grounding, etc.

I’m putting more effort into not working so much, although so far, this has mostly meant getting more sleep, starting later, stopping earlier, so it isn’t have much effect on my having time to do stuff in life, but it’s at least getting me a little more sleep.

One step at a time, I figure.

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The Psychology of Sleep

For 20 years I haven’t gotten much sleep. There are exceptions of course, a day, a phase, but this is the general reality of it.

This has often been part of the problem I’ve had with decent meditating: because if your body is too tired, the minute you sit down and truly relax, you fall asleep. I don’t have any problem dropping into significantly altered states. I have a problem not falling asleep because my body is sleep deprived. When my body isn’t sleep deprived, that is not really an issue, but that has almost never been the case, not since a period around the early 1990s when I was living with my meditation teacher, a lovely and powerful Asian woman who was feeding me broccoli and rice and a ton of energy work, and taught me to do this stuff in part through a rather amazing ability to ‘project’ energy to assist.

As it turns out, this sleep issue is hormone-based, health-related. Metabolic disorders are the end-result internal-symptom of hormonal disorders, which are directly related to sleep issues (among 1,000 other issues). So my being super-sized (the end-result external-symptom of the metabolic disorder) is actually related to my bizarre lack of sleep. I wake up after 3 hours and I’m wide awake. That turns out to be an adrenalin/cortisol issue which is fairly well dealt with by ingesting the right thing prior to sleep. Who knew?

So after the aging and health issues that come from a couple decades of serious sleep deprivation, I am finally attempting to get a handle on this and start getting more sleep. This has only just begun. I am also working hard to NOT work every waking hour that is left. What this mostly means is that I hardly know what to do with myself, and also have a lot of work I am not getting done.

It’s led me to wonder how much of my lack of sleep was, subconsciously, intentional. Maybe a degree of ‘defensiveness’ is maintained by the state of body that is chronically living on adrenalin/cortisol. Read some of the 70-odd articles on raypeat.com for interesting info on these topics (hormones, thyroid, and aging — they are all related).

I had a habit of abruptly waking up wide awake around 2am for many years. This began when I was a teenager, from a different source. My dad’s 4th wife (a paranoid schizophrenic, who certainly made me wish I had the merely violent previous one back) had a daughter a year younger than me. It was a bad situation. I won’t elaborate. It was so bad people probably wouldn’t even believe me. But back then, I was completely straight, with my biggest vices being my love for writing stories and playing guitar, while her daughter my age couldn’t be left alone for ten minutes without being drunk or stoned. Of course, the official story our dysfunctional family believed was that it was the opposite. I was the bad kid, she was an angel.

My dad played in a nightclub on weekends and my stepmom would go with him. I was in my room, since immediately my stepsister’s friends would come over, and none of them liked me; they were all well-dressed stoner snots who thought I was a lower life form because I dressed like some early 80′s version of Cinderella and didn’t get high. (Her boyfriend by comparison–an 18 year old–was a fabulous guy who’d always come in and play guitar with me for awhile. He had a band that got a recording contract and was just getting radio air time when he was killed in a motorcycle accident. Very sad.)

She and her friends would drink beer and smoke weed and when they left, they would always, but ALWAYS, leave just ONE PIECE of evidence somewhere. I mean so ‘always’ I came to think it was intentional. My stepmother would look for it and find it. And then–talk about ironic–she and my dad would apply their “separate punishments.” So for my stepsister, the one at fault, her mother would “have a talk with her.” My dad would come in at 2am when I’d been sound asleep for hours, I had not even left my room all night and had no clue what anyone was on about, and he’d whip off his belt, drag my ass out of bed (usually just in panties) and whip the hell out of me. And that was that. Enough of waking up to that at the same time 2 nights a week and you start waking up at that time–WIDE awake–without any help at all, thanks very much.

Later in life I didn’t go to bed until 1-2am and had to get up at 6am. When I returned to going to sleep earlier again, the waking up abruptly returned. Since I was way too awake to sleep, I just took up doing something constructive. For much of my adult life, my friends and coworkers have joked that “she’s a machine!” because of the way I can ‘drive’ myself with incredibly little sleep when it seems necessary; getting instead of 6 hours a night, more like 3. Sometimes none.

So for years I blamed my inability to sleep more than a few hours at a time on this 2am wake up call I had for … a few years I guess, when I was a teenager. I’m not sure if that is still behind the cause of the sleep, but I doubt it. Clearly the cause is hormonal now, because when I do what Dr Ray Peat suggests in his articles, and make a point to eat sugar (like fruit) (which I have considered the devil for years, being very low-carb!) along with protein, and eat something kind of sweet before bed, I sleep a shocking number of hours.

Also, dropping most foods (only because I can’t get grass-fed meats here and in Peat’s world, PUFA are the devil) and dropping to eating mostly just milk, with some orange juice and eggs in the morning (to my astonishment, Peat is right: the reactive hypoglycemia I get after a near zero-carb breakfast with even a little protein or especially eggs, is mitigated by the fresh squeezed OJ), gradually has been dropping what was apparently ‘inflammation’–I’m certainly not losing the carb-bloat on an eating approach that gives me so many carbs per days I almost faint when I see the numbers!–and for the first in so many years I’d forgotten this was normal, I can actually find a comfortable position to sleep in.

The downside, is sleeping longer hours brings out issues with sleep apnea that are less issues when you aren’t sleeping hardly at all, obviously. That’s a whole separate thing.

I once had the advice during a meditation to ‘do a filter-search for the archetype of all the sleep you’ve missed.’ Now I am wondering if that is energy I have avoided intentionally. Would I be more ‘vulnerable’ if I were better rested and more ‘moderate’? What have I gained on some level of bad-decisions for being profoundly sleep deprived my adult life? I find that I still naturally default to the habit of ‘pushing myself’ even when I am really exhausted, staying awake even when I should be asleep. I am forcing myself to pay attention to that and get some sleep when my body needs it.

Seth, and others, have recommended that sleep happen in 2 or 3, not 1, shift: that the body shouldn’t be asleep that length of time and that one would be closer to their dreams done in two parts. I have sometimes slept like this, 3+3 or 3+4.5 or 4.5+4.5. I would like to try this again but working for a living, and the kid in the morning and afternoon, sure complicate that. We’ll see.

I’m just wondering: why would I have chosen this, subconsciously, or in terms of belief systems? What am I changing, when I change my sleep, besides the sleep itself?

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Body and Environmental Musings

The big job of parsing/cleaning my house has got my head wandering in all kinds of new directions.

I was microwaving the cream in my coffee cup (as otherwise it makes my coffee lukewarm, as I use a lot). My microwave is on top of my refrigerator and so actually over my head. As I waited, I thought of my ‘solar body’ — the cohesive, soft white light, humanoid-shaped entities which wear us, I think — and I thought of the microwave just above my head, and how they are nearly always taller than their humans when I see them, and I thought at it: Duck!

I wondered how what we do in this body (e.g. radiation, microwaves) might affect our solar bodies.

Then I thought about a book my best friend is reading right now, where this woman talks about these entities that look just like that, except apparently they are not ‘wearing humans’ as she sees them on their own. It occurred to me to wonder if the solar bodies are a whole species of their own.  Maybe whether part of them is ‘embodied’ in a human, in these ‘frequencies’, is rather like whether one of us has a dog, or a job, or a family. Just a sort of arbitrary choice, one that adds an important facet of experience, but you could take it or leave it, and it is not big enough on its own to fully define you.

Of course, if you’re a dog, you think dogs are all that matter. ;-)

I thought about the time I had an in-body experience–I mean, where the part of me which would normally go “out of body” went out of body, but left ME present IN-body without the rest of me–truly something that had never occurred to me until then. It appeared to be a side effect of my trying desperately to ‘stay conscious’ through an intense experience. (I felt that some kind of sound-based weapon had hit me and was beaming me out of body. That was during my Bewilderness era where stuff of that insane-level was not uncommon.)

I didn’t know, until I had that experience and gave it some thought, that my body was an entity of its own. That it had a degree of consciousness of its own, although comparatively I would call it very ‘simple’, as it lacked the multi-level psychological layers, subtlety, and a lot of “interpretive ability” that my larger-mind gives it.  Sometimes I call my  body “Avatar,” as it does rather seem like something I am fully immersed-within, or wear, in order to interact in this Amazing Game.

I thought of the Avatar, fully fleshed but so much instinct, not so much psyche. I thought of my solar body, the creature of light, not flesh, but seeming to be ‘embodied-spirit’. Then I thought of myself in the middle, Goldilocks of the Just-Right in-between, with some of both.

Then I wondered what else there might be to us. Are there are other gradients-of-us? Are there other identities living just as simultaneously with us as the body-aspect and the lightbeing-aspect? Sharing our joined experience, and yet, having their own experience version? How do our choices affect their experience? Is it entirely our choice or is this an overlapping of energy that each gradient-focus feels is its own free will?

That kind of boggled my mind for awhile.

***

I have worked pretty much ~140+ hrs/wk for 9 weeks, while eating horribly. If ever someone was prone to being run-down and susceptible to illness… In the last 9 weeks the weather has been lousy and everyone around me has been repeatedly sick. My daughter has been very ill twice, and even as a teenager still has the child-response of wanting to be basically on top of me when she feels bad, so wanted to sleep with me and more.

A few times over the last couple months, I had gotten sore feelings in my throat. I immediately stopped when I felt it, visualized a sort of flaming bright-violet “light of evolution” literally over-bright-energizing-to-death all the ‘invasive’ energies, and then visualized white and gold sparkling warm beads of liquid energy flowing into all the ‘native’ energies, and giving them strength and recovery. Then I drank some water while imagining that it ‘flushed out’ anything bad or dead. Every time this feeling occurred, I would do this process.  I don’t know if it helped, but I know that in 9 weeks under the worst conditions I haven’t been ill once, and nobody around me can say that.

So a few days ago, I had this huge ache-twinge from one of the ‘glands’ in my neck. The kind that ache when you are really sick. I felt as if my body were having a very hard time, if it had gotten that severe. I put my head back and massaged that whole area, even though it hurt to do so. (Much like the lymphatics in underarm, front of shoulder, breasts and chest, the more they hurt the more they need serious massage (and water intake) to work them through.) I closed my eyes to begin the same process I had previously used with the sore-throat effects.

And I found that my whole perspective had changed. Much like that old ‘captain of the guard’ experience but not nearly as specific of personal, I was suddenly in rapport with my body as if it were a “kingdom.”  An empire, actually, vast and diverse yet ruled by a single intent, even if differently in different areas. I felt this tremendous heart-chakra love for all of me, even the tiniest parts of me, for those foot-soldiers and cannon-fodder that are white blood cells. And I can’t explain what I did as it’s an emotion I haven’t quite had before, but if I had to translate it, I would say that As-God, I caused Extreme-Bad-Luck to occur with the enemy’s environment and timing. Like I wasn’t even affecting them directly but rather indirectly because they were in MY reality and I controlled it.

Then I turned my attention back to “my people” and I sent immense amounts of energy flooding into them, I “gave speed to” reinforcements traveling to help, I gave tons of “power” to the entirety, and “brilliant-insight of strategy” to those elements that could use it, and I focused “MY WILL” upon observing them overcome and conquer, and become even stronger and more fluent, and the entirety of the empire was a little stronger for it.

I did it twice and the feeling was gone.  It came back a day later and I did that again and it was gone.

(I notice that when I eat something with sugar (I have been drinking McDonald’s Mocha Frappes, I know, total junkfood!) I am more susceptible after that to illness. I know that’s a given, like if you are fighting something off, all you need to do is eat a few donuts that morning and by the next day you’re likely to be ill, sugar is apparently some kind of immune system depressant.)

***

The thing is, while my gland was aching, it occurred to me: is this their cry out to God to save them? Why do we feel pain? Is it not the body’s plea for attention?

I once had an archetype meditation that was mind-blowing, in my earlier days with archmeds, where my life events really sucked, and in the med I was sort of ‘flipped upside down’ in perspective and understood that things which were ‘events’ in my reality, were actually the wailing of these archetypes imprisoned in the dark in cages inside me. Their cries manifested as events in my world; it is all just energy. I freed them and hugged them, loved them and apologized, and my reality cleared right up. That was the first time I got an inside look at the idea that objects, events, emotions, perhaps are all of the same fundamental nature, just manifesting through different doorways.

So when we feel pain, aching, itching, whatever, does it mean more than we know?  Is it our body pleading for attention right in those areas? Once, while doing an archmed my foot starting aching oddly and without thinking about it much I just shifted my focus to that area and was pouring energy into it and I got massive body-rushing like a great archmed. Is that really what our body wants?

What an irony that would be. Most people with chronic pain try NOT to think about it.

If it weren’t for pain, how would a body ask for something? Lately I’ve been getting superfast little flash visual-conceptuals that seem like my body telling me something, always something real basic so far (like “drink water” or “enough, stop eating” or “this is bad” [its opinion on diet soda]). That’s kind of recent and only occasional. But in general, how DOES our body communicate directly, outside dreams? Itching (a form of pain) and pain is how it gets our attention. We usually resent it, rather than saying, “Hello, what are you trying to say to me?”

That time after I sent the energy at my foot, I got a variety of little pains off and on for awhile, and I would send energy there, and I had the funniest feeling inside, as if my body were Helen Keller and had JUST FIGURED OUT what something ‘meant’ and how to communicate and was incredibly excited about it.  It reminded me of remote viewing, and having a cycle where you suddenly really FEEL a certain element like stone or water and feel like you ‘recognize’ it, or when you get that feeling like you have such a sweet crush on some inner part of yourself you only touch during that.

***

I found a number of things while digging through ancient-history in the back room. Pictures from 15 years ago. A couple manuals from a remote viewing school that I’m not supposed to have, nearly as old.  A few pages of intuitive writing and my thoughts on it, I remember that one from maybe 5 years ago, it was about relationships. A print out I’d typed from a book of my ‘outer planet’ astrology aspects that I thought were disturbingly accurate (circa 1992). I might put some of the text stuff here just so I have it somewhere as I am not keeping anything in print aside from a very few books.

I am sending a few research papers and books to my friend Don, a bunch more books to my friend Lawrence, and a variety of stuff to my ex, not because he deserves it,  but because I actually think he will use it and I don’t want to hoard things of value that I don’t use (a small brand new digital tablet, a couple ukeleles and recorders and some related music books).  (If anyone else wants those speak soon and I’ll send them elsewhere. ;-))  I am getting rid of everything I can. I would like to think that my house was SO organized and clean that a) everything has a place, and b) it would be difficult to lose things because there isn’t STUFF everywhere, and c) if I ever had to move, it would actually be straightforward. There wouldn’t be amazing amounts of crap that just keeps coming out of the buried aethyr it seems, like it was breeding and multiplying while I wasn’t looking.

***

I was going through this huge bank of drawers in the back room this morning and someone inside me said, “You should, once a week, go LOOK INTO the closests and drawers.”

Why?” I asked, since that seemed kind of Silly. It came as ‘understanding’ not words.

Because it is part of me. Because everything that we have “hidden away and buried” is a part of US that is hidden away and buried. Because anything that we find important enough to keep, to pay for storage for, to keep within our energy field, is important enough to have our attention.

It occurred to me that with minimal attention, our drawers and closets wouldn’t get to the state they are in. I had this memory of Square Foot Gardening, and Mel Bartholomew saying one of the most important things was just having the little garden plot near the house entrance, so people would pass it regularly and could pull a little weed now and then or pick something ripening or whatever, that having it out of sight was something to avoid. What are our houses, our drawers and closets, but the gardens of our collections, of our mementos and hobbies and just-in-case plans?

Machaelle Small Wright, who wrote the awesomely titled book “Behaving as if the God in all life matters,” and also “the Perelandra Garden Workbook” and some other cool titles I don’t think I ever got around to reading alas, suggests that the ‘nature spirits’ (her model) which deal with gardens are just as present everywhere, and can be just as much an active part of helping you arrange your bookcase or living room as your vegetable garden.

I once tried an experiment with this about 10 years ago. My assistant and I were in the back room which at the time, was my office. It was immensely crowded with furniture and you could hardly walk in it, and I was trying to work something out that would arrange what I needed access to yet not make me feel like I was trapped in a cluttered closet. Late that night, I prayed a lot to the “nature spirits which may co-inhabit this space” for help in arranging. And it’s one of those kind of weird results, where when it was over, I stood in the room with a furrowed brow, trying to understand how the laws of physics had allowed this. I felt certain that both the room and all the furniture had not changed in size or relationship to me. And yet, not only did I now have all the same furniture in there, and even a couple other things I brought in, but it felt incredibly spacious to boot. My assistant came in the next morning and just stood there for a minute saying nothing, before pronouncing, “That’s impossible.” Really that’s about what I thought too, the next morning when I got a fresh look at it. Although I have a few times gotten a glimpse into the reality that space is as flexible as time, that’s one of the few occasions when I really saw that first hand. Anyway I don’t know if Machaelle’s model of ‘nature spirits’ is correct or not, but it seemed to work. I will be praying to that assumed-energy to see what kind of help I can get with The Great House Project.

***

By the way it is some real irony that on the surface my house is cluttered and filled with junk while nearly every beautiful thing I own is buried in a drawer somewhere, forgotten or lost for years. Lovely jewelry, lovely little incense and candle holders, lovely little boxes and cases and bags I’ve saved over the years. There’s tons of beautiful stuff buried inside while most the outside is just too-much-mundania. That’s not symbolic or anything…

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What Cells Do; That Man; Rambling

I haven’t meditated in what feels like forever. I didn’t for awhile, and then the last time I tuned into the Four, the 3rd started talking about the things I’m calling Sylph, and I didn’t remember any of the important part right after, and I felt pissed off about it for days.

Maybe because it felt like it’s boring as dirt with them for so long and then the minute I sort of disconnect, they get interesting.

Maybe because I’d like to make contact with something I can at least touch and see and get something useful out of the relationship.Why couldn’t they connect me with the devics of cats or rocks or something. I do appreciate that since I’d actually sort of communicated with those creatures before, albeit I assumed “it was my imagination,” that maybe it seemed I’d absorb that better or whatever. Still. I’m reminded of how part of my brain, it wants to know what good any of this is doing me.

Maybe because when Senior and the Queen showed me how I was fighting fiercely against everything the 3rd was trying to bring through to me, I realized how unspiritual and unevolved I am. Compared to them I’m a complete dolt.

Maybe it’s because I realized that my less than ideal self affects not just me but them too, and I’m pissed about the obligation. I want access to everything but responsibility for none of it, apparently.

*

Speaking of what feels like forever, a ridiculously long time ago — many, many years, I think maybe 9-12 years ago — I had this dream about this man. It was kind of brief. We were totally connected, spiritually, and I felt he was in my world. I didn’t see him well, but got the ‘sense’ of him. I wildly guessed maybe mid-50′s (a lot older than me at the time). He had grey or white hair, and he was in an airport at that moment, and I got that he spent a ton of time on planes, that’s what he did, some kind of businessman and he was constantly flying around. He was reading an article about something in a magazine that he found fascinating and thought I would too. He left it for me on a desk in my house, which was also his house — we were mates — with a note on it, saying he thought I’d really like it. It felt as if we were connected, and we always had been, and we always would be.

For a long time I wondered about it. It didn’t feel like ‘just’ a dream, it felt like a person *here.*  Many years later, when I came to understand that the identity I called the blonde-me (the 3rd) was what you might call an energy, that was present in *many* bodies as we all are, I wondered if it was some aspect of him, alive in my world. I’ve wondered for years if it was really just a dream and I made too much of it, foolishly. I’ve wondered and wished that if he were real, someday I’d meet him. I guess I long for that, the way that anybody who hasn’t met someone they think is their forever-mate for this focus-identity, does.

It’s been a super long time. Never had any other indications.

I dreamed about him the other night. It was actually so brief and unremarkable that it seems odd, as if it should be a bigger deal, as if it should have been some glorious drama. I guess I’m not 100% sure it’s the same man, but 99%. I wasn’t really connected to him in this one, like the last one.

In the dream, we were in some public place indoors with many people, like a big party, art gallery, whatever. I was standing near the center of the room, and he was standing farther up in the room nearer one of the doors, back against the wall. He had some kind of drink in his hand, and he was casually talking to a couple people. I ‘remembered’ that I had spoken with him a few times briefly this evening. I was crazy about him. To my right, I suddenly noticed a woman, who I now think might have been the Queen just by the feel of her, but at the time I just perceived as a woman I knew well. She said to me, “What do you think of him?”  Meaning that man. I said in response, “Well, if I were a lot thinner, I think I would have already tackled him.” I thought that was slightly amusing (the tackling part). I noticed ‘her’ then, not anything about what she looked like, but that she was looking at me with a concerned expression, and I felt it related to my reference to my weight. As if this clearly inhibited me, and maybe that was a problem. I felt she had some judgement about it she wasn’t sharing with me.

Then I woke up. I thought about it for a little bit. It made me conclude that I need to make a bigger effort to lose some more weight now. It does seem obvious, not just from that, that how I feel about men (in a romantic sense) has a lot more to do with how I feel about myself, than how I feel about them.

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I sometimes read ats.com (Above Top Secret forum). I use the ‘RedCairo’ avatar/identity there. I was looking through some pics ref’d off a thread there about the disaster in hungary I believe it is, where massive, massive toxic waste from aluminum refining, “red sludge,” broke a dam holding tank and flooded this area. There are several slide shows online with photos of this. Looks a lot like any other serious flood — houses and cars sometimes pushed over/downhill/up-trees and destroyed, mudline several feet up in the now-mostly-drained houses, and so on. Except it isn’t mud, it’s red sludge, ridiculously toxic, not just now but for a long time.

I was going through these pics when all the sudden, I just felt like: That’s enough! This is bullshit! We should not be putting up with the endless horrific destruction that corporations — and yes ‘evil’ is the only word for something that exists solely to drain resources out of all for the good of a tiny few — that care nothing for the secondary effects and sometimes calamities of what they do. And no, I don’t buy that this has to happen because we all need aluminum or oil. That’s crap: we can invent other things. We use these in everything because we have *allowed* ourselves to do so, despite the cost on several levels. If we didn’t have that, if tomorrow all of it vanished, yes it’d be a real big bother, but we would adapt, and we would make it work, and we would invent something else. We’re good that way. I have utter faith in our ability to do that. When I see pictures of natural disasters, I feel it is very tragic, but I don’t feel like this. This is something born solely, I think, of the realization that this is manmade, and completely inexcusable. There is no money, there is no sorry, that makes up for stuff like this or the gulf event.

There’s an unspoken rule among humans, or among the halfway intelligent ones anyway: if you can’t fix it, don’t get yourself into the position where you can break it. If you’re visiting a friend’s home and they have a coffee mug designed by their late father, or a necklace given them by their late son, you would never, ever use it. You wouldn’t borrow it. You would avoid it even if you were there and sharing their stuff. Because if you lose it, if you break it, you can’t fix it. Money can’t fix it, even if you had it.  Even fixing it, gluing that cup back together, buying one just like it, isn’t fixing the source of the problem.

I think maybe humans should have a rule like that for corporations and that includes governments. If the damage of an accident can’t be fixed, then don’t freakin do it in the first place. If the only place for a nuclear plant is the midst of the sahara, then dig a deep hole and put it there, but don’t build it in a neighborhood, like Chernobyl, and then pointedly not even tell the locals when it melted down so they and their kids could leave. Don’t pile massive toxic sludge reservoirs uphill of communities. This is criminal and it’s as retarded as those signs that tell people not to put their body out of the car sunroof when it’s in motion. Like who the hell shouldn’t know that already. It occurred to me that if some person had gone into a community and drowned a few family dogs and wrecked all the homes and plants and made it toxic for so many years and just ruined the lives of all these people, and let’s add all the health issues of the future thanks to the experience to that, we would consider them not just a terrorist, but a mass murderer, a heinous criminal. Oh but when it’s a corporate/government accident it’s just “bummer, man.”

*

As I was looking at the pics, and finished thinking all that, I had the thought:

They should have their part in this amazing game taken away for their complete inconsideration for all the life forms they affect.

A voice inside me — Aeons, I’ll just call it ‘them’ — said:

Like people die of disease, when they do the same thing to their bodies.

That confused me. They were talking about a person but I was talking about, you know, all the people involved and the actual corp/gov’t, in major disasters like these.

Me: What? Oh. Well, I don’t think these things are comparable.

Them: Why not?

Me: Well — well this is just nasty stuff, it does all kinds of damage all over.

{I had the impression they were saying I’d just described soda (regular or diet) without trying, plus gluten and bad oils and so on.}

Me: Well ok maybe bad stuff gets ingested, but it’s not like it’s — well — it’s not like destroying whole organs — um.

I had to think about that. Just earlier, I had been talking to a friend in email, and saying that maybe when people get disease they have lots of warnings, they just don’t recognize them, or are in denial. Maybe their body talks to them via all kinds of aches and dreams and they space it out. And actually, organs like pancreas (via carbs/sugar) and liver (via fructose) and kidneys ARE literally destroyed by stuff people intake.

Me: OK, but there is a difference between a liver and a town.

Them: Are you sure? How much difference? How are they different?

Me: Oh come on! It’s like –

Just then I reached a picture of men shoveling this crap, and this was after I had seen several pictures of people, looking sick and sad, working in that area.

Me: These guys. Look at them. Their whole life is screwed now. Their homes, their whole city destroyed, they’re literally dying a little as they are trying to clean things up, it’s a nightmare for them. All that misery, all that death.

Them: They are like the cells.

Me: You mean, like my liver cells, pancreas cells, white blood cells, all the things that get damaged by bad intake of stuff?

Them: Yes.

Me: But — but these are people with a good life ruined. That is not the same as a cell. Their JOB is to clean stuff up in our bodies.

Them: Is it?

Me: Well of course it is! That’s what they DO, right? We damage a liver, and various cells do X or Y as a result. So, that’s their job.

Them: Like cleanup is the job of these guys.

Me: No, that’s not their job, that’s just what they get stuck doing! It sucks for them! Someone has to do it. They’re the guys in the position to handle it if it happens.

Them: Do you wonder what cells would be doing if they were NOT mopping up the mess from ingesting toxic food and drink?

OK I admit I hadn’t. I also admit that doesn’t strike me as all that interesting. Unless what they’re doing is. But I have no idea.

It occurred to me that maybe I expect every cell in my body to live for no other reason than to clean up the mess I made and damage I did it. Which made me (I realized was their whole point) the corporation-of-palyne.  I don’t eat well because I love my body and want my organs to be happy; if I eat well it’s because I want to look or feel better. It’s all about me, in other words. Not about a sense of responsibility to the avatar that supports my existence in this amazing game. Even though I exist in part to serve it — I provide food/energy, etc. Just like the companies doing this destruction lately.

Me: But the problem here is this CAN’T be fixed, you see? It’s too much.

Them: And eventually, something in the body can’t be fixed either. Whether it comes at once or over time, does that change the result?

Me:  No, I don’t think it matters, I guess. A big toxic spill is technically as bad when it’s slow as when it’s fast. But when did this change from a conversation to a sermon? Are you pissed about my eating crappy food? Fine, maybe it was annoying to my pancreas and liver. And gut or whatever. Maybe it killed some cells or something. This hardly seems like a spiritual issue to me.

Them: There is no difference.

Me: They’ll be fine, right?

Them: It is a relatively small issue with each individual action, yes. But your physical health, as you have been told before, has a good deal to do with how well you handle the energetic demands of your usual focus. Your body is already challenged, which ought to be obvious. If you continue the cascade of toxic input, you will be more permanently in the situation of the careless killer you were thinking about.

Me: I get it.

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Coincidentally, maybe, the kid and I are doing a 4 week re-entry into decent eating. I’ve been feeling lately more like I’m screwing up in some way, like it’s a bigger deal than it used to be when I’m not eating well, etc.

I don’t have so much an eating plan as a collection of principles. Everyone pursuing them has different ones they consider most important, and different degrees of fulfillment of the ideal. I like this blogger because these are the same principles viewed the same way. He agrees with me so he must be a genius right, haha. http://www.paleonu.com/get-started. I still eat ‘some’ dairy (cheeses and butter, and sometimes other things), I’m working to reduce that over time. I don’t eat much in the way of ‘organ’ meat and only beef.  And my weight lifting is at zero and needs to re-begin. Aside from that, if I am eating decently, that page describes my general goals.

I guess I need to get back to meditating, obviously. I feel as if I’ve had a rather nice break from it. I feel more peaceful now. During much of the time I haven’t been, my physical/personal life has been having major issues, and it feels as if I can only focus truly on one thing at a time. So it’s all good.

P

Learning to Pray and to Be

My prayers about dealing with the sense of ‘internal exhaustion’ apparently went well. I felt vastly better the next day, and over the next few, it seemed to just heal more and more.

Maybe not coincidentally, for a few days I haven’t really been able to DO anything metaphysically. I wanted to. I got so frustrated at the weird sense of “can’t get there from here” that I was having when I began anything, that I made a list on paper, and I made a point to work on something several times a day, and at the end of every day, I had accomplished… close to zero.

It wasn’t that I was avoiding it although there was some sense of that, but not the normal kind. It was as if that whole part of me was closed off with an “under construction: coming soon to a soul near you” sign or something. Can’t say I remember ever having that feeling before.

But this morning it seemed to be open for business again, better than ever. While still half asleep, my first real thoughts of the day were: Dear God… thank you for my life. Thank you for this amazing game. And I talked to the light-being that wears my body like a suit, as I see it in other people, and I talked with Inner Guide.

Then I talked with a Tek and promptly did a health meditation. They are generally ‘cleansing visualizations’ except they tend to be pretty gross, sometimes just bizarre. There’s a whole group of identities I call ‘Tek’ but there is a slightly individualized ‘instance’ version depending on what I’m doing. Anyway this one wrapped me in protective gear–probably not a good sign for whatever I was working on–and then gave me five soft irregularly shaped objects that were soft like organs, the 5th being very tiny, but they were all just horrifying looking. A little like when you see those pics of a clean lung vs. one that has emphysema or something. I decided to get help with that, and I asked for the Angelics, and they appeared and each put on hand on the back of my shoulder blade. I asked for L’Anna and LaeLee for healing, and Hot Amanakhaton and Jared & El Nino for power, which is not normally how I would categorize all these things but it seemed appropriate at that moment.

Then I asked for the Sun. And WOW the rushing I got from the combination of those four and the sun! That was terrific! I realized during it, that it had never occurred to me to merge with my Aeons while also merging with my planets. It’s true I’ve understood, though not much pursued, that there are some dynamics related to merging with more than one of them. But gosh that was kick-ass powerful, I’m going to have to try more of that. Anyway, I got the things Tek gave me all cleaned off and through, and got a lot of rushing from it then.

I did the slow breathing-in for 10 breaths exercise that the oversized Mondnom gave me, with everybody. I did it with the sun, then with those four aeons, and then I did it with the other 8 aeons. Then I did it with Pazyryk and WOW that was some massive ‘rushing’ the moment I tuned my attention to him. He seems to ‘come through to me’ a lot more powerfully than most other identities do, except maybe Nero in the early days, but still more raw power.

Then I realized that I had finished with him and had had a whole ‘nuther experience that I’d just shunted off and was turning away from. I stopped myself, ‘grabbed the energy’ and turned back to it. I had seen this identity, up close and personal, and a sense of power from it. Its head was like a lion kind of, yet human too, but the body was human. But the body… had this scary black energy and the eyes were frightening and I had turned from it in fear. I had the sense, I felt from Pazyryk actually, of “Deal with this! Fix it!” and so I just gathered up my courage and imagined energy of the universe and my soul pouring into me through every chakra and then that pouring out through my heart and “cleaning and healing the darkness of it” in front of me, and I made myself breathe calmly and just keep doing this, until rather suddenly — not so gradually as with archetypes — it seemed to reach some critical mass, because the darkness just abruptly left it, and the eyes were no longer scary.

I stood about two feet from a relatively normal guy, aside from the lionish-head and a bit taller than me, and whole crashing-waves of “rushing” shook my body, I mean really powerful, as much or more than I’d had even with Pazyryk, over and over.

Wow! I said to him. That’s incredible! I considered him for a moment. He clearly felt like a Being, and like Pazyryk’s … level.

You’re one of the Largers, aren’t you, I said, using the term I’ve been using for them, for lack of a better one.

He smiled as a yes. He had a normal mouth, I noticed, despite the lion-mane and golden eyes. I considered him. Come to think of it, his head really was not non-human in any part when I looked right at that part. And yet, if I just let myself look at him overall, and not pay close attention, it totally seemed like “a lion head.” I wondered if that might just be some kind of energy that was very strong in him, and that’s how my brain translates it.

Wow, I said again. What does the lion-head mean?

You don’t see anything as it truly is, he said. You see things as you are. I felt he was paraphrasing one of my favorite sayings, somehow knowing I would understand that phrasing. I felt Inner Guide inside answering that my symbol of the lion-head with him, was a symbol of power, wisdom, etc. — the “larger” element — just like Pazryrk was ‘sitting up high’ compared to me and Mondnom was seriously oversized. That these were all different symbolic ways of translating what amounts to the same general concept.

Oh. What is your name? I asked.

My name is not able to be… translated into your conceptual world, he said. I remembered Pazryrk telling me that I couldn’t pronounce his name and my language didn’t have the letters for it, and telling me to just come up with something.

Well, I protested with a little bit of stubbornness, that Mondnom first guy gave me his name!

I got a huge sense of “humor” emanating from him and through me as he said, And we see how well that worked out! I had the feeling that he thought this was hilarious and kind of endearing. I realized he was implying that I had completely screwed it up. Fine, it’s true I couldn’t… quite… get a handle on the… multi-dimensional nature of it… but still. I tried!  I didn’t know I’d done that  badly. Sheesh!

Make something up, he said. Use intuition. It will be something that works for you. I had the feeling I should do this for Mondnom too. That might explain why I’ve felt so uneasy with that name. I think I would have felt a little bit… pouty and annoyed about all this except it felt difficult to feel that in his presence.

I think I love you, I confessed, which tells me you must be strong energy with my heart chakra.

I am strong energy with all your chakras, he replied, as are the others. (He meant Pazryrk and Mondnom, although I subtly felt there were others I didn’t know of that he conceptually included, as well.)

Given he was standing super close to me, I stepped up and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. It seemed very easy to imagine a tantric meditation with him, and he seemed surprisingly responsive and positive about this. I have to say, he and Pazryrk and Mondnom are a whole lot more enthusiastic about that, than my Aeons have ever been, even those who have taken it well. But I didn’t really have the time or opportunity to get into that this morning, so I promised us another time. I did the 10 breaths exercise with him so it would be done.

Then I did the 10 breaths with Mondnom, or whatever I’m going to call him, and it was impossible not to notice that although I have a strong sense of him, I just don’t have the… relationship with him that I seem to have with Pazryrk and lion-head guy. Granted, the latter scared the hell out of me at first, but thanks to P’s encouragement we dealt with that. It occurred to me that maybe IG had intentionally brought me first, the one I needed most but had the most issues with but would still be able to perceive, and that I should bring in some help and make a point to better work with his energy. When I have time.

I did a 10-breath with the Consortium as a whole, and then I did this with the 3rd for awhile, I lost count, it went on. Then I ‘breathed with’ the Four for awhile too. During it I had a lot of flashes of stuff, and I understood that the 4th of 4 — it is a larger being than my personal identity of course, I am… not an aspect or part, I am all of it and yet… more like “a facet of it”, as if one thing were faceted like a gem, to have many different perspectives through each facet looking out a different part, and I (the identity I’m wearing with this body) am the ‘focus personality’ as Seth might call it, the ‘focus’ being ‘one of those facets.’ Anyway, I got all these flashes of memory, of various places and the Castle which is now the… er, really big rich house instead since it changed… which made me realize that while I am dirking around not being with the Four, the rest of me IS.

It’s not like everything comes to a halt with our relationship just because I’m busy that day. It is my loss; not theirs. It is some theirs, and some more the 4th’s, because when I am not ‘with’ the rest of the 4th strongly, it’s a little like when your attention is fragmented; the 4th (and the resulting Four merged) has more ‘power’ when more of the 4th is ‘focused together’. More cohesive. But really the main element suffering from the loss is me. So I spent a little while more just “breathing the Four”.

Then I realized that in a very spontaneous and natural way, I had gotten through my morning prayers, a health meditation, met a new larger-self, done my rounds with the whole Consortium, and the largers, and it had taken what, maybe an hour, and now I was ready to get up.

It occurred to me that this is the way it should be. To wake up thanking God, to shift into doing something with your soul, with your body, and with your many selves, and then be ready to start your day. How perfect is that.

Palyne

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