I had a dream I hovered above dream ground while people watched. I later stood with friends from high school and told them they were in a dream and could hover too. I was told that I had reached the special level of dream teacher. This later became true in real life as I became teacher for myself. I healed myself. Docere in latin means teacher and has the same meaning as doctor. So it is written, 'Doctor heal thyself' this means also Teacher heal thyself. I have overcome a type of terminal cancer with no chemo, radiation or pain killing drugs that orthodox doctors said should have killed me a while back. I did it by teaching myself to do it. So the dream came partly true, I have convinced a friend, me, to do something because he is in a dream. My whole life is a dream I had when I was very young. I do not remember it, I have faith this is so. I have had many hovering dreams, the latest had an electrical network, a grid of electrical energy on the perimeters of the dreamscape. I skirmished the dream scenery trying to break through the electrically charged grid which looked like scenery, much like the created illusion of reality on Star Treks holodeck combined with the protective bubble of crystal energy on the movie Zardoz. I found myself squeezing through a wall that looked like stuff stored on a huge shelf wall stacked high with electronic gear in the northeast corner of a place called the Rose Bowl. I pulled a piece of electronic gear out of the way. When I got through avery small opening I ended up on a freeway just north of the Rose Bowl helping a black person packing a van to move. I vaguely remember something about a motorcycle and moving to my dads' home not far from there. I noticed that when I went through the grid I felt like I was escaping. But this was an illusion. After all the trouble of forces that be to keep me in one dream scene, I only ended up in another dream scene at a higher elevation. The freeway is higher than the Rose Bowl basin. I believe I had a dream about this dream when I was very young. I have had a dream about every dream I have had so far. I believe I have dreamt before about crying yesterday thinking about all the intense physical pain I have endured the last few years. It physically hurt my cheekbones intensely as I cried, then my eyes burned intensely and then my tear ducts itched intensely until I dryed them. I also wept later thinking about weeping before at the pain and wondering why I was weeping. I believe I have dreamt that I cryed deeply in unison with the idea I was a blind lady standing before Jesus on the cross suffering and felt no one loved him more than me. In fact, I just wept deeply as I typed that sentence, I stopped when the sentence stopped. I have dreamt this too at birth. I have dreamt that I wept deeply at the idea many young men in Viet Nam left their bodies and their earth yesterday and times before when I thought about those Americans. I have dreamt about the future from now too. I have dreamt about your feelings and thoughts as you read this right now, which is in the future and now passed. I also have dreamt before, as an adult, about how 2 people love each other. I was there. Take my tears and that is not nearly all .................................. Tainted Love......shhhhhhhhhhhhhh, touch me baby. Where did our love go? I am surrounded so helplessly. Oh believe me , don't cha wanna leave me? Some times I feel like I gotta get away. Once I ran to you, now I run from you. And you think love is to pray/prey, but I'm sorry I don't pray/prey that way. I love you tho you hurt me so. Don't touch me please, I can't stand the way you sieze. With the burning love that stings like a bee I have felt peoples' thoughts. Now that I am surrounded I dance. I watched visions of millions of people calm down while they watched me dance in the forests both day and the middle of night, both alone and with people really there. I had a dream I hovered above dream ground while people watched.
The name Moving Cloud reminds me of a story. It has been a few years now since it happened and the time of great pain between now and then has made fuzzy the details. That reminds me of a vision I had last night. My dog Fuzzy ate a bad spirit that creeps along the ground. I laughed at the vision, he is a like me. But I think it gives him a nervous twitch and caused him to not be able to move for a day or so a couple of times. One time I looked out the window and a black wicked energy creeped along the ground towards me. Fuzzy and his brother Sarge came upon this vision and sniffed it from both sides. It disappeared when they sniffed and they started getting angry at each other. This is how men that are brothers, the white and the indians came to fight and kill each other years ago. My story is about Sitting Bull and his great suffering he endured leading his tribe north into Canada with his many daughters. I talked or wrote a women who was interested in her pyschic abilities. She wanted to know where it was going. She was of mixed ancestry, some oriental, that is a fuzzy detail too. I told her I felt that the spirit of Sitting Bulls daughters was in her. I told her that, in the time of Sitting Bulls great sorrow in exile, that the daughters had given a great healing comfort to his soul. She was worthy of receiving this spirit that came through the living ancestors of Sitting Bull today. You see, the spirit of anyone can reach your souls through the living that share freely today at any time. I told her to believe in herself that she could at least heal herself of the perceived hatred she felt against her because of her mixed origin in a white society. I also told her I thought she had the potential to heal others hurting with prejudice against them in this country where all they want to be is accepted and loved for the person they are now. Perhaps what a 20 year old who suddenly becomes a 50 year old in an imaginary situation might notice is that the other 50 year olds who aged naturally and slowly have reached a compassion from experiences that caused suffering. A compassion for others where there might have be even hate or prejudice when they where 20. So relax brethern, those I would call sis, bro, starmom or dad who are not blood kin, open your mind in contemplation this Sunday September 3, 2006. It is not to late to change. All your suffering can give you more compassion if you imagine standing at Sitting Bulls side, maybe in his teepee in the great cold feezing winter in Canada. Imagine his suffering at trying to help his people he loved and not being able to do much. Compare that suffering to yours. How much like his suffering to yours is the feeling you can't do much about it. Now you have a chance to understand yourself. You are very great like Sitting Bull. The tears gently fall now like warm rain on my face, I will leave my tin teepee to greet a new day. Praise God that you are still alive even though you suffer and I will do the same.
it gets weirder........... There is a very confusing part ' talk to him' played just now in my recognition of spontaneous sentences that I hear inside my mind and I call mindspeak. Having focused recently on many related subjects that have to do with receiving telepathically words and sentences from other people unknown and not present, the confusion is this. During a experimentally phased sampling of what the mind can do I ran across numerous examples of knowing precisely where things are located when I was blindfolded. There is an aura, a second orb if you will adopt this term, that recognizes all things around you and I in a 360 degree circumference. it takes some effort to bridge the belief and fear when blindfolded and moving fast through a crowded house to move with the confidence you will not stub your toe or knock your favorite object to smitherins. It can be done however, I did it. Would I think myself so egotistical as to have special bat radar powers? No I don't, although I am flighty at times. The recognition factor was when I threw an object, a plastic bottle of water if I remember correctly,15 feet very fast and low at a person, his hand was right where he caught it neatly. So the second orb not only has the ability to sense fixed objects but send objests you throw accurately without focus, I also deadeyed objects plinking with a 22 rifle this way. Probably the most successful gunslingers had this ability in the ole west.There have been numerous times I have suddenly ducked when I was moving fast and missed clunking my head. Did I suddenly remember on recall the object was there? No, I remembered what I was ducking for after I ducked. This is true for both familar and unfamilar surroundings, although the experiences in strange surrounding are not as many. It is not a matter of what this is useful for, although my friend relates he practices martial art sparing blindfolded adn I swung a samurai sword blindfolded through a crowded pottery factory. It is important as a factor as this ability also goes with a person into the dream state where eyes are not used to see things, images are retrieved from electro chemical encoding in the neurons. I have covered a lot of ground very quick coming from years of research t oexplain the mindspeak 'talk to him' just played. I thought at first it was a command from a person for me to talk to a person. However, on looking around for a vsion of a person which I have seen plenty of, I noticed my dog looking at me. I talk to myself and my dogs often enough. I wondered at this command, it was all to familar in brevity and didn't have the hidden motive factor as I sifted through the innumerable tones of voice in a kind of memory analyzer of previous tones. The mindspeak came from myself and the only possibility for the command was to talk to the dog I didn't see looking at me. However the second orb sensed it. Of what use is this ability to a person? Probably no use at all, but it is sure interesting to find out what mind powers you and I have today. I would not jump to the conclusion this would be useful to a blind person, there are to many other variables. The ability to use a second orb may be related to seeing with the first orb, an eye.
death is but a slowing of time, nothing truly ceases to exist.......... interesting, when time seems to slow down for me I am usually getting a lot done and that jives with the idea of your life flashing before your eyes right before death. yeh, you're probably right about the first statement soberbeah, you're amazing. The sig pic underneath looks like a lot of visions of people I saw only the dots were white and black and like electric. But I was looking thru a field of energy to see these people. The energy dot people told me to go home when Iasked them who they were, I was home. So I guess my mind was out there.
