JUNE 09, 2014 MONDAY MORNING
Hi, Honey Bun. It was so good to be with you last night. A bus ride to Charlotte, NC. Sectioned off for us to have our privacy, you bathing in a tub as I touched and rubbed and held you lovingly; all on one partitioned side of the bus while the crowd of passengers road on the other side.
Isn't it wonderful how symbolic the imagery in dreams can be? I hope to learn to retain the full memory of such dreams instead of only tiny fragments. As I recently wrote somewhere else, there are cognitive translation difficulties to overcome but I don't think it is impossible to do. It's a very worthy effort that will probably be achieved one day if human beings survive as a physically incarnated species long enough to evolve to that point. Then the cognitive area of confusion which is a kind of psychological border fence dividing our greater consciousness into two separate areas will be dismantled. And we as freed souls will be able to travel back and forth between the two states of consciousness with such ease that we will forget the two areas of consciousness were ever separated, for then they will be one reunited area in our consciousness.
The illusion of separateness will be obliterated.
I also saw Grant H. later in another dream segment on the bus (or another bus) holding a leash attached to a small dog. He was sitting next to me, his dog pulling at the leash to sniff and explore the crowded isle between the feet of the other passengers. Grant got off at a stop in downtown Charleston, SC. He got back on shortly afterward and sat next to me again.
You may remember that Grant transcended the physical some years back. He and I were mutual friends of Bob H. whom I discovered just yesterday had recently died.
This news struck me with sudden and surprising sadness which brought up more sadness associated with your (oh, I hate this word...) "death." Not that I believe in death, which such natural transitions of the soul are still called in the physical realm due to the limitations of physical world languages. Anyway, I then remembered my dear late mother and, like a few dominoes tipping lazily over on the cold floor of “time” I remembered Grant and a few others who have gone on before my time which is yet to come.
"What the devil is wrong with me?" I asked myself. "Why am I feeling this return of sadness?"
The answer came to me very quickly. I noticed that every bit of it was mirrored in my memories of people dear to me in one way or the other. It was the same feeling. Sadness. A feeling of loss.
But why?
Very soon after focusing my inner attention on this feeling and tracing it back to its source, of only moments before, I pinned down the common denominator binding all these remembered people in my mind to that one feeling of sadness. The common denominator was “Time.”
As soon as I realized this I pulled my attention back into the present. The sadness evaporated under the light of reason, reason which is based on direct and immediate sensory experience with present reality in the touchable here and now. And I remembered from this immediate knowledge of Eternity, based in the "Now", that everything is alright.
The fugue into that earlier moment of sadness was no more than getting lost in a moment of fiction; this fiction being an illusion of time, which is a psychological sickness more than an actuality when one lets this invented measuring device (an invention like common mathematics, or yardsticks, or sundials, clocks, and the like). This “time” business becomes poison when we let it assume mastery over our minds. It’s is really very similar to getting down on our knees and worshiping a hammer, which is only a tool for us to use.
"Time is not a reality [hupostasis], but a concept [noêma] or a measure [metron]…" - quoted from Antiphon the Sophist.
Any belief in the realness of time is erroneous thinking and erroneous thinking leads to misery. This is true and should never be taken lightly. Time illusion is as dangerous as a snake in the underbrush but far more insidious. And deadly not only to the body but to the soul.
Einstein said, "The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."
It can lead to such unnecessary depths of emotional pain that it ends in death either by suicide or heart failure, stroke or any of many other stress related conditions. So be watchful, mindful, at all moments to avoid incautiously slipping into this abyss of time illusion. It is far more serious than what people usually think. Eradicating this psychological sickness from the world forever should be first order business.
Sorry, Honey Bun, for the soapbox treatment. But you know me…
ADDENDUM:
The concept of death cannot be thought without the concept of time.
Related to this, I believe I understand the little I have read, at this juncture, of a synopsis of Wittgenstein's two ways of looking at language. One as definition of words and the other as the use of words as tools. In the above statement, death can mean a cessation of life or it can be used as a signpost pointing to the state on being commonly referred to as death.
Oh... I don't know if I am making sense even to myself on this. I must read more about Wittgenstein's philosophy to know whether I even agree with him or not. But I do indeed know that words mean different things and do different things in different contexts in which they are used. So communication consists of a whole lot more than words. Real communication is a kind of enlightening sharing of context. Of course a whole lot more can be studied and contemplated and said concerning this matter and I expect to get around to doing some of it myself, especially as it pertains to interdimensional communications between you and me as well as between other souls wishing to communicate from both sides of the divide between the timeless and spaceless spiritual realms and the space-time bound world of the physical realm.
Honey Bun, when I look at some memories in a certain way, I feel guilty and sick of heart that I occasionally hurt your feelings in some ways. It comes close to breaking my heart with sadness and despair. Then reason steps in and tells me that I am not perfect, that no one can avoid occasionally hurting the feelings of a loved one. And memory steps in too and reminds me that I have already apologized for virtually every such careless act toward you and dressed those wounds with the salve of deep, substantial love and hugs and kisses and words to soothe the hurt I accidentally caused you. And memory also reminds me that in those moments you looked back at me with such deep love and understanding and told me that you know I love you. You have left the memory of this and many other healing salves to dress my own wounds in the interim until I can return to you.
Reason works with the heart to make reality. Reason, so valid here, opens the door to faith, faith that everything is okay and love sustains us and keeps us together for Eternity even though for moments here and there we become confused and temporarily lose our way.
Love, Reason, and Faith.
I love you, Christel. See you soon.
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