JUNE 14, 2014 SATURDAY MORNING
Good morning, my Love. A long, grueling walk through the heat yesterday wore me out. I walked to and from Cosgrove Avenue. I had not been there in many years and have never walked there. I took a crowded city bus to the place but walked the whole way back in the oppressive heat. The myriad new sensual data entering my awareness and being processed by my mind may account for much of the exhaustion. You know how that goes, right? The first experience of a trip from here to there, be it on foot or otherwise, is subjectively longer than the same trip after you have learned the landmarks and can visualize the distance in your mind as you walk. You can go into a kind of cognitive stupor requiring little energy and therefore do a sort of sleepwalk back home.
Anyway, the newness and hotness of the walk drained me; not to mention the pollen from many blooming plants assaulting my nasal cavities during the long walk. I am still sniffing globs of mucus as I write about it this morning.
I slept terribly, woke up with a headache, and feel weak and sickly, with waves of dizziness washing over me (which curiously has been happening a lot lately). But enough about me. What about you?
Ah yes, the dream!
2:00 AM. Very funny, Honey Bun. I dreamed you and I were passengers on a FedEx truck. Three other old passengers were sitting behind us. You and I were directly behind the driver. The driver was an old white man (you know, an Anglo-American), whose looks reminds me of Mark Twain.
He delivered packages at a couple of stops. But when he drove to our stop, the stop we were planning to get off at, he kept going and wouldn't stop his truck. I said “Excuse me, driver. We need to get off here.”
But he did not respond.
I could hear the three riders sitting behind us holler for him to stop. But he seemed to willfully ignore us and stayed hunched over his steering wheel and continued to driving to his next destination.
I raised my voice. “Stop! Stop the truck!” And some other passengers behind us were yelling at him to stop. But either he could not hear us or just didn't want to.
You, Christel, were sitting with your attention focused on the situation, trying to figure out what we could do to get out of it. You said something to me that sounded like, “Get his route number.”
I was getting very frustrated and thought of throwing some heavy hardback books (which were uncannily available to me at that moment) against his leg to get his attention but I realized he could use that innocent act of mine to spin a lie that I had assaulted him and distracted him, making him wreck his vehicle if decided to do that. And that could lead to the authorities incarcerating me instead of him, which could too easily lead to a situation where you, my beloved wife, were left defenseless and alone, on the side of the road -- in your crippled and helpless condition!
So I just screamed at the man to stop the damned truck!
When it looked like he might stop again, to deliver his next package, a quarter of a mile past our stop, you told me to try to get his truck number number. That was obviously a good idea which I could use to identify him when I called his employers to complain. I was already opening my cell phone. I told you to also try to get the same numbers in case I failed to.
I did not know the number to call to reach his employers. I was determined to contact them as soon as we got off the bus. I would demand that they tell him to drive us back to our stop because you were crippled and could not possibly walk there. And I could not carry you that distance. I would tell them that abandoning us who-knows-where on the side of the road will be very dangerous to you and might even prove fatal.
I woke up at this point and jotted down key details of this dream experience so I would not forget them.
I love you, Chris.
Well, the symbolism of the dream is interesting. First and foremost to my delight is that you and I were together and headed to the same destination. I love that. Our eternal togetherness is sine qua non to my happiness.
But why FedEx? To my knowledge they are not in the business of transporting people. Does it mean that in reality you and I, and the three other elderly people seated behind us, are being delivered to some place in eternity? A new incarnation in infinity? To some particular dimension? As I say, I am just so doggone glad that you and I are together it hardly matters where we go.
What of the other symbols?
There were only old people in this dream, including the driver. And only five or six of us in number. And the heavy hardback books available. Also, the driver’s seat was on the right hand side of the truck, as if we we in another country, like England.
I should say that this dream came after very recent substantial jumps in my understanding of things. Recently, surprising and convincing revelations or epiphanies have been appearing in my personal consciousness. They seem to convey the idea that all of us souls, and you and I, Honey Bun, are carried along through our lives on a wave of divine will manifesting as predestinations for all souls and all other things in reality. Even the illusions we experience are predestined as parts of our realities, the illusory parts.
The best we can do is surrender to this divine will so that we can know how to respond without conflict and without friction to the aspects of infinite reality that correlate to our individual souls within the Cosmic Oversoul, the Divine Unity, enveloping everything.
The transport in the FedEx truck away from familiar surroundings to an unknown destination was not necessarily malicious. We never were able to determine whether the drive (whom, I remind you, looked like Mark Twain, a beloved literary icon) was even aware that we were in the truck, for he had never responded to our efforts to get his attention. The FedEx idea might mean that we have completed some process and are now being shipped to a new place or mode of life, a higher dimension or different astral realm, to begin a new phase of soul life. And you and I are going together!
How does one talk about such things. The thinking itself lacks a language to express itself in and therefore must be invented ad hoc along the way. All this is beyond the elementary sticks and stones level of physical human experience and the language that expresses that. Metaphors are now the sticks and stones of the new higher dimensions of conscious life. Who knows how to talk about this stuff. We are stumbling upon a brand new existence.
Even Mother Earth herself is waking up and beginning to speak to the stars. We are part of that towering consciousness.
And it seems, my dear beloved soulmate, that our Bridge to Eternity is more complete now because, or rather in correlation with it all.
I love you. Let’s get back to work on our eBook.
ADDENDUM:
Reality changes constantly with context. And the modes of context are in infinite. Logic is based in the human mind. The human mind has perceptive limitations. There are realms of reality that break the rules of logic. There are realities built of contradictions. The Latin meaning of contra is “against.” Our feet push against the pavement as we walk -- and we have the reality of “walking” which is contrary to standing. Latin “contra dicere” to “speak against”.
There is room for everything in this universe, imaginable and unimaginable, logical and illogical. I don’t believe infinite reality has any limitations. It just goes on and on and on…
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