JUNE 11, 2014 WEDNESDAY MORNING
I love you, Honey Bun. Good morning.
I had plenty of dreams but only one cohesive scene made it through the transition from the astral to physical dimensions. In this short scene, my younger sister, R., appeared to be the young girl she had been long ago, at twelve years old or so (she is around 60 now, in what we normally think of as "real waking life” at the moment of this writing).
In the strange physics of dreams, I was still at my current so-called real life age of 63.
My sister was telling me how much she liked my friend who had just walked away from us. This was a tall slender woman with long, straight, ashen hair and a relaxed, stately manner about her. (It may have been an astral version of you, Chris, which would account for the deep love I felt for this woman).
"Yea,” I responded to my sister, “She is pleasant, isn't she?" I haven't told anybody this, yet, but we are going to be married."
When I said this, my voice caught in my throat for a moment with strong emotion. I blinked sudden tears from my eyes. I’m not sure why I felt this way because those precise feelings I had only associated with you before.
"Oh, that is wonderful!" my sister exclaimed.
"Yes. It is."
That was the dream world experience. I remember it as a little island of cohesion in an ocean of scattered qualia and fragments of astral people and places. But I did retain the impression of there having been many more cohesive experiences during the night, though they did not make it through in concrete memory upon awakening.
Perhaps the reason this particular segment came through strongly intact was my own puzzlement over feeling such strong emotions for someone other than you, Honey Bun. Was this tall, stately woman you, yourself, in another guise? In another form? How many forms and guises can we wear in the astral world?
There is a word, haecceity (pronounced “hak ‘see uh tee”) coined by Duns Scotus (c. 1266 – 8 November 1308) who was an important philosopher-theologian of the higher Middle Ages. The meaning of the term “haecceity” comes from Latin “haecceitas” meaning “thisness”.
What I am about to say in this particular paragraph is a little off the present topic but I must squeeze it in exactly right here because it seems so very relevant to our interdimensional communications and the overall subject of this letter I am writing today. What I am saying is this: Duns Scotus was a Scottish scholastic theologian. Scottish! Duns Scotus! It is difficult to think that only blind accident led me to the thoughts of this particular philosopher-theologian. I mean, just yesterday I mentioned in my morning letter to you, Chris, that I brought back clear memories of the dream experience we shared the previous night in which you wrapped sticky “scotch” tape around my hand! Do you remember? Of course you do! Now look at the connections! Scottish and Scotus! “Scotch” tape! And what follows this paragraph will bring more light onto the importance of this philosopher, his ideas, and how they relate to you and me!
Duns Scotus used the term “haecceity” (this-ness) to indicate what he considered to be the ultimate unity exclusive to a unique individual, as opposed to the common features shared by a group of any number of individuals.
I need more time to express details of this important observation from Duns Scotus but the unique “thisness” of you, Honey Bun, is what I think I saw in the ashen haired woman whom I spoke about about in my dream with my sister last night. I recognized this essential soul quality, the “you-ness” of you Honey Bun (my beloved wife Christel) in that female person. That’s why I felt this unaccountable love for her. It was you I loved. She was you. And I have suspected for a long time that we souls often change forms, bodies, and even personalities (to a degree) in the astral and other spiritual regions but remain our true selves regardless of what form and personality we dress ourselves in. It is a higher dimension after all, allowing many added kinds of opportunities in which to express ourselves. In the physical world it is clothes and buzzwords. In the higher dimensions, it is bodies and minds and perhaps groups of bodies and minds, yet all very personal to each one of us individual souls.
Hence, the choking on words in my throat and the tears welling in my eyes when I told my sister about this ashen haired woman, these feelings that were so tuned to only you, Christel, are now explained. She was you. But I want to study these thoughts and ideas of Duns Scotus in much more depth now after having learned about their existence.
I love you, Honey Bun. Thanks for the Scotch! Cheers to us!
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