Dreams, Visions and Contemplations

Sharing what I have seen with both my inner eyes and my outer eyes.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Dreams 17

Episode of Darkness 1

January 2, 2000

I just woke up from a dream that has me shaking from fear the fear I experienced.

Dream (?): Everything went pitch black, no sound, no sight – nothing! Suddenly I saw a big blinding light, a silver light so bright that I couldn’t see anything but the light. I opened my eyes to look around me to see where I was. I was confused by the setting of my bedroom. I woke up. (I woke up!)

January 3, 2000

Thoughts about Episode of Darkness

It is presently 12:35 am and I am still shaken up by this morning’s dream. When everything went black it wasn’t like lights being turned off, or a dark night, it felt as though “everything,” had just ceased to be, except a tiny speck of which I call my Self. The little speck, a seed containing all that is truly me, was all alone – completely alone! I felt completely at the mercy of my own beingness. Then the sudden flash of silver light, it wasn’t a flash really, it was it was more as though every single particle, eon, photon, molecule, every single thing just suddenly appeared in all their light; as though all the pores lit up at once. But what pores, what things, - they were not there in the black – they just suddenly lit up in the black? Instant creation! I am still frightened and at once bewildered and in awe of this experience.

Earlier this morning while I was recording my dream my youngest son walked in the room and asked me where I’d been. He said he had been in the room earlier and I wasn’t there, my mother had also looked for me. Did I actually disappear? Now I know I’ve lost my mind. I believe that this silver light is connected to the light I have experienced in the past, both in dreams and awake. Maybe I crossed into this light? Maybe I died or experienced death? All I know is that I am really tired right now, but I must admit that I am a bit fearful of what awaits me.

Last night before going to bed I tried an experiment to see if I could see like Nostradamus did. I saw Bill Clinton and another man being held by their throat by a huge man who sort of looked like a Sumo wrestler. I also saw a figure with a long white beard, he was Asian (could it have been Confucius?) I saw a feminine-looking soldier with boyish features, bare faced (no facial hair) and he wore square-shaped glasses. He wore a green uniform and a hat. Maybe it was this experiment that caused the episode of darkness.


Episode of Darkness 2

January 6, 2000

(I’m not sure that this is a dream any more?)

It seems to me I was partially awake and the sudden black burst was upon me, but I willed myself awake immediately. Again, I was physically affected with fear – racing heart, extreme weakness and trembling. Emotionally I was in complete dread. This blackness feels as though my entire physical system and the awareness of the entire outside physical system just completely shut down. I think it is important to write that when the sudden darkness occurs, either simultaneously or possibly a split-second later, I experienced a sound, a sound as though a huge motor ceased operating; it was like a rumbling sound.


Snake Show

January 6, 2000

My whole family (including extended family) was playing games. We had divided into groups and in separate rooms we prepared shows or skits. My husband and I were dancing and acting out the words of a song. It was something strange, like out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and he would pull me close to him and kiss me deeply and then push me back. In one song it said, “Make the ugliest face you can,” and both my husband and I began making ugly faces. Someone, possibly my mother, was sitting on the bed watching our show. At one point she began turning into a snake. Her body was like a snake but her head was still human. (The snake/figure looked male and reminded me of Blake’s picture.) Then the figure began eating its own tail and the more of the tail that was eaten the more the figure transformed into a snake, until when it reached the end it was fully transformed into a snake. My husband kept trying to keep me distracted from the transformation of the snake figure and telling me it was jut part of the show and song. When our performance was over it was time for me to be the observer of the other family members’ shows. It seems after that all the shows had something to do with snakes. My youngest son had snakes in his show. My cousin asked me to handle snakes as part of her show. Finally my husband was putting on another show and he asked me to be his assistant. I’d have to be blindfolded and it involved snakes. He asked if I was afraid and I said I wasn’t terribly afraid but not exactly comfortable either. He made me lay down on a bed, tied my hands and then blindfolded me. He then put a pair of snakes on my abdomen and said some words, like a magic spell, and I thought he was going to do a snake charming show but instead the snakes began slithering all over my belly. I began sobbing and crying and then he took the snakes off my belly and let me go wash. While I was washing myself he came to me and said he expected me to finish the show.


I am dead

January 24, 2000

I was dead and I could see my mother and my aunt and they were sad. I was trying to let them know that it wasn’t so bad but they were so caught up in the grief that they couldn’t see me. I was getting frustrated because I couldn’t communicate with them so I asked a deceased nun to help me. Her name was Sister Marie-Lucie and she helped me show my mother and aunt that I was okay.


Visible Molecules

January 25, 2000

I was able to see molecules and if something or someone had been standing in a certain area for a while and then left I could see exactly where they had been. The molecules were different colours, red, green, blue, yellow and orange, and they were at different levels of heat. I was able to walk through these and feel them go through me. There was a cluster of molecules in a hallway and I went through them and I saw that it had been an old bed with a spring mattress and four metal posts. Just under the bed I saw heat molecules of a person.


Ancient City

January 26, 2000

There was a city that had been destroyed, partly because of its social divisions and partly through war. The city was an ancient spiritual center its name started with the letter C (possibly Cabash, or Cabal?) The city was walled and circular and it was considered the hub and all around the city, like spokes, were other towns that were part of the city. The center was reserved for the highly spiritual.

We were restoring the center, re-establishing the spiritual aspect. An old man suddenly appeared at the gate and we let him in. He was in poor shape, old ragged clothing, unshaven and hungry. We fed him, let him bathe and I shaved off his beard. While I was shaving him he asked me for some beads and he seemed to know where they would be found. I went to get them for him and I had at first thought he meant a rosary. Upon closer inspection I saw the beads were made up of rows of 8 or 1 beads, for a total of 84 beads. At the bottom of each strand were long square-like beads. I was wondering if the man was a mystic Jew. He was a mysterious man, at once he would appear totally insane, and the very next instant usually after he’d left the room you would realize the profundity of his words and actions. At one point he had appeared quite tired and I had escorted him to room to rest. We presumed he was sleeping yet someone told us he’d just seen the old man in the library. We said that was impossible because he would never have had enough time to walk, even run, from the bedroom to the library in such little time. But he insisted he’d seen him in the library although he had appeared wispy as though in a spiritual form. So we went to check in his room and there he was sound asleep. Then we checked the library and sure enough he was there too enjoying great books.

There was great controversy over the restoration of the center because of the division between the towns and religions. We had encountered many obstacles meant to throw us off our mission and so we had at first suspected the old man of being a sort of spy. Later we discovered that he was actually there to help us, he had been an original inhabitant of the ancient center. He had been a founder, a leader and an excellent teacher at the center. As I was working at the center I thought how it was like the rebuilding of Jerusalem and I thought how difficult it was to harmonize them all especially the Jews, the Christians and the Moslems, but I wasn’t overwhelmed, it was as though all that was irrelevant. The religion, the creed, the dogma, all were irrelevant, the place was a “spiritual” center therefore it had no religion.


Reincarnation and 12 Cows

February 7, 2000

I was studying religion at university and a young man (fellow student) asked me if I believed in reincarnation. I told him that I had believed in that ever since I was a very young child. Then I told him a story about the “Turim;” an ancient people. Their legend told of how God had created 12 giant men out of clay, they were moulds, and then God breathed life in their nostrils. The point was that the body is a borrowed shell and life is the breath of God. In their legend there was no mention of women – just 12 men and how they’d been sent out in the world to reproduce amongst other things. But the life (life breath) of the 12 original would never die and when their body died, legend said, a cow would come and hold the life (spirit, soul?) until a new child was born and the soul would then be passed on to the child.


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