"Dreaming of Clouds and Tunnels"

     You and I are in some sort of transport machine which is digging a tunnel through the ground.  A few other passengers are traveling with us.  This strange underground bus, if you will, breaks down temporarily.

     Above ground is blue sky filled with about twenty white clouds spaced equally apart, well defining themselves against the blue of the sky and against each other.  One single cloud near the middle was dirty brown and black as if made from old dirt and debris.

     As the magic of astral experiences go, we know this about the clouds and somehow see it clearly while we are still under ground inside the temporarily stopped tunneling machine.

     We are together!  As always!  That is the most important detail of all!

     A sick sparrow is in the air inside our transport machine, its wings too weak to keep it any longer in the air.  It begins to fall.  I catch it.   It turns into a parrot in my hand.  I ask you what I can do to help it.

     You tell me to put him in its cage.  That’s his home, you say.  He is comfortable there.

     Later, a gangster brings us our beautiful cat, a gorgeous ball of fur.  His woman lawyer brings the cat into our bedroom and places her on the bed next to me.  The cat is so very fluffy and beautiful.  She purrs as I pet her.

     The gangster we know has come to the transport machine to get his dog.

     The details of the dream are fading now.  But I think the symbolism is multidimensional.  You and I  and the other passengers are souls traveling through incarnations in the physical world.  The physical world is represented by the tunnel.  The temporal aspect of this world is represented by the temporary stop of the tunneling transport machine we are currently riding in.

      The clouds above us are our life experiences seen in their wholeness above time.  Our view is at a ninety degree angle away from time.  We see these whole life processes stretched out before our gaze from beginning to end.  Remember Aristotle said something like we don't know a thing completely until we see it through all its stages from its beginning to its end.

     The dirty cloud represents a life not yet complete, which accounts for its dirtiness.  It has not been cleaned up yet.  I am still incarnated in this physical world working off my karma while you assist me from the higher dimensions as my loving soul mate.  When we finish this karmic duty properly this cloud, too, will be white and in line with the rest now floating gracefully through the blue sky.

     Our souls, Honey Bun, are fully alive beyond time and the temporary bodies we occasionally use.  This is a dream showing that truth.  I love you.  Thanks to you and us and all good things and all helpful souls for these wonderful uplifting dreams!

"Contemplating Rationalization"

   
     What is the etymology of the word "rational"?  It came from the Latin word ratio, meaning "reasoning."  There are many uncountable realities passing through our field of awareness all the time, especially during attentive meditations.  This parade of realities is populated by many and various souls, coming into view and passing out.  Various themes, human and otherwise, come and go also like parallel dimensions existing side by side in worlds beyond time and fitting together beyond the limitations of space.  Many of these realities need not pass through the meat grinder of "rationalization" to prove their existence.  “Esse est percipi” as the eighteenth century Anglo-Irish philosopher George Berkeley said (“To be is to be perceived”).  What more proof do we need of the existence of something?  To think every thing must pass the test of human rationality and scientific orthodoxy before it can be confirmed real is childish and absurd.  Such a demand is a mark of immaturity of the human mind.  To think that a modern world filled with glitter and pollution is better than a natural, unpolluted Garden of Eden is another mark of immaturity if not utter insanity.

"Only Steps Away from Reunion"

     We were together in dreamland last night.   Thank goodness.  I am glad to see that our time together has not diminished due to my increased focus on our literary and spiritual growth.
     In our dream last night, a simple wall separated us.  A few paces down this thin partition was a wide entrance on the right leading into the room where you were busy painting a canvas.  I entered the room and stood by you as you worked, anticipating the tool you needed next, an artist’s spatula, and handed it to you as you reached back for it without taking your gaze off your painting.
     Oh, joy of joys, Honey Bun, you are painting again!  This was your beloved, creative involvement during your physical incarnation with me, until the burst aneurysm resulted in brain damage to the right side of your head and stopped your creative activities for the next twenty years of your physical life.
     And now in the spiritual world you have picked up where you left off!  Joy of joys!  Joy of eternal beingness!  Joy of eternal character of soul!  I cannot find enough words to express my happiness at seeing you so deeply and profoundly engaged in the thing you loved to do most.  You had always been so good at it that it is obviously an inseparable characteristic of your permanent, eternal soul.  Your pure creative soul -- the very essence I fell in love with so many years ago!  I love you immensely!

The Thinking Universe

     Those who say that we humans live in a meaningless universe, and therefore must create our own meaning in the world, fail to consider that they use natural imagination to conceive that idea in the first place.  That natural capacity to use imagination is created inside us by the so-called meaningless, indifferent universe.  The universe we are integrally embedded in produced that capacity within us, whether through evolution, conscious will, or some other means.
     The universe created the human animal and the brain it uses to imagine any and all the theories that the human being creates.   The universe created the human and all of its aspects.  Therefore the universe is ultimately the creator of all the thoughts, ideas, and the very will of human beings and all the meaning they usurp as their own.  The universe created all this meaning by virtue of being the creator of the brain and mouth which gives voice to it -- which is obviously for the pleasure or, if you prefer, the fulfillment of the universe.  The human and his or her words are but a subset, a tiny detail of the much more immense and eloquent universe.
     We forget that we are the product of this universe and anything that comes from us is necessarily by extension a product of the universe, including meaning and flashes of insight and love.

Stripped of All Time Sense

     Permanence is a concept that is dependent upon time.  Therefore the idea of permanent loss is an illusion since time itself is an illusion.  So, we have not lost each other, Chris.  Things have simply changed.  We will adjust to that change as we have always adjusted to changes in our life before this one.
     Maybe our perception of ourselves has changed a little, a fraction.  But there is nothing new about that either.  The love has not changed.  It is as rich and alive as it ever was.  I still feel it strongly and so it must still live as part of us, gravitating our souls into one, which also means that you must still be a part of me, and I of you.  You still live with me although my old physical eyes have temporarily lost sight of you.  But not my heart.  And not my inner awareness.
     Everyone passes through these barren zones between paradigms, so no sweat.  We can do it.  I’ll see you more clearly when I get to where you are now, in that finer, higher vibratory universe interpenetrating this one I am writing in.
     Time.  Time is the phantasm, the momentary nightmare.  Anticipation, longing for the future, crying over the past.  These are evil delusions, self torture created by psychological time.  Only “now” and the continuous discovery of the finer elements in this “now” is worthy of our attention.
     But care must guide us in our attentiveness to this “now.”  Because if we overuse the word “now” we start becoming hypnotized and addicted to a label.  We bind our attention to a preconceived idea, a presumption, an illusion and we still miss the underlying reality – that which is “in” the now, not in the “idea” of the now.  Attention needs to be free of all expectations to focus its own awareness on objects of its own interests, which are ultimately our highest and purest interests.  This is the true present, the true now, stripped of all time sense and prejudiced expectations from our learned biases.

"Philosophers toting PhD's"

    Hi, Christel.  My Love.  Good morning.  It is early, a few minutes before 4:00 AM.

    A headache woke me.  Clogged sinus cavities.  Thunderstorms moved into the area yesterday afternoon, which is when my headache began.  I suppose it is associated with the atmospheric pressure change.

    And the smell associated with the headache.  Ghastly!  I remember the first time I ever smelled this odor.  I was very young.  Seven or eight years old.  It was after my father died when our mother was dating a new fellow, who later became my stepfather.

    He had driven us out into the country to meet his family.  Someone had cooked a batch of greasy homemade pigskins.  I ate them with enthusiasm.  On the drive back home, in the back seat of the hot car, nausea began to overwhelm me.  I lay down on the seat.  Very close to my nose was an open container of axle grease on the floorboard behind the driver's seat.

    The smell.  It was too much.  My nausea erupted into a geyser of vomit.  I don't know if I was sick from the axle grease or the homemade pigskins.  But it overwhelmed me body and soul.  That is a smell I can never forget.  It has returned periodically through the the years in moments of nausea.  And now, it is visiting me once again, arriving with this headache.

    I love you, Honey Bun.  I am sorry if the subject matter this morning worries you.  Please don't let it.  It is just Truth.  The Truth I am dedicated to express.  Being truth, it is spiritual in essence.  I do not know precisely how such a story fits into the cosmos, but obviously it does or else it would not exist.

    I love you, Chris.

LATER:

    I just can’t get rid of this headache today.  I tamed it rather well through meditation but the least little bit of mental activity intensifies it again.  I have been sneezing a lot the past few days, so that is a clue that it is a cold virus or allergy or something.  But maybe those are only symptoms of something emotional or spiritual.

    Honey Bun, I feel that I have been brutal to you in my preoccupation with this social media stuff.  My God, it pulls you in like quicksand!  I am getting back to the book now.  Hopefully it will bring us back into more intimate, loving communication.  

    One problem I have been having with the social media is that I have lately been encountering some of the most shallow and mean spirited pseudo philosophers one would ever want to bump into, online or off.  Some of them are so needlessly and childishly competitive.  They wish only to debate and win some cleverness award.  They want to win competitions of cleverness and logical thinking, logic as copied (and still misunderstood) from sophomoric textbooks.  They know nothing of sharing.  

    If you have a good thought or insight and share it online, most readers will express their glad appreciation for the thought.  And I express mine in return when I read something that is nice and uplifting.  But in a couple of philosophical forums I’ve ventured into lately there seems to be an ever ready horde of vicious readers who attack you and rip your carefully worded thoughts to threads, like a pack of rabid wolves spewing mindless animalistic hatred at you, completely missing the carefully expressed uplifting ideas you offered in good faith and through the use of good grammar and skillful use of language.  

    These few particular people seem poorly educated, self hating, and always seeking alliance with each other -- good sense and truth be damned.  They are just like bands of wild dogs that rush in and nip at you then jump back laughing and glancing left and right at each other, in its small pack of allies, while another dares to jump in next after him to nip and rip at your legs then jump back laughing, quickly glancing around to make sure its pack of allies is still there to protect him if anything goes wrong.

    When I was a very young man, this same thing happened to me in town by the park!  A wandering pack of dogs did this same in and out attack, showing off to each other.

    And at the top of this online heap of human animals, that I am talking about today, are the college degree toters who lead every argument with something like, “Well, I’m studying for my PhD and this is what I have to say about your ideas.”  And then you have to brace yourself for a diatribe.

    Not only is this a perfect example of “Argumentum ad Hominem” in that it judges you to be less intelligent than your conversant, because you do not have a PhD as he does (or happens to be studying for), it also shows his massive conceit and stupidity as well.  This type of “debater” is as repulsive and ultimately as stupid as the less educated horde or the pack of wild dogs.  And worse than that, he is far more cowardly.  He will attack with his lead-in of “I am studying for my PhD and you should now bow to my superior wisdom” -- and then when you prove him wrong on any point he will never acknowledge your presence again, refusing to speak to you under the pretense that it would be beneath his dignity to talk any further with such a hopelessly unteachable non PhD person.  He is really running scared and embarrassed, hiding behind his pretense of superiority to avoid being exposed as the intellectual fraud he knows he is.

    I have experienced entirely too much of this lately, online.  That may be why I am stressed and the stress is manifesting as a nagging headache and cold symptoms.  As I write this, I do feel a little better so maybe that is the main health issue today.  

    I love you, Honey Bun.  Thanks for soapbox.  Proving that you exist is something I never needed to do for myself.  I know you are right here with me in our infinite universe.  But to have to prove it to the above types of ignorant people… well, it is impossible to get an idiot to know something of such worth to know.  As the old saying goes, “Don’t cast your pearls before the swine.”

    Luckily, I have been discovering many beautiful angels online.  Very spiritual and spiritually uplifting souls who are becoming my friends.  I freely and joyfully give them all the pearls I possess.  And they realize this.  And they give as much and more in return.

    See you after a while, My Beautiful Wife!

"On Expressing Truth and Reality"

     No language, no matter how specific you word it, can convey the truth.  Language is based on knowledge.  This knowledge is based on memory.  Memory is a reflection of a past that does not exist, other than in imagination.  Our only reality is in the present.  And no language can describe the present moment, which is moving and changing constantly.  Therefore, if we want to speak of esoteric and deeply philosophical things at all, we must use devices such as poetry, analogy, metaphor, allegory, (letters to a transcended spouse), as well as traditional scientific and philosophical language, etc.  All of these literary devices can and should be used when talking of the important things in life which will survive the temporary human manifestation of our beingness.

"A Short Dialogue"

     I received a reply this morning to a posting I had made in a Google Plus forum a few days ago.  I posted a quote from Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, a thirteenth century Persian poet.  The following is an account of our brief dialogue, which the quote inspired:

DIALOGUE:

(Quote):  “Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.” ― Rumi

QUESTIONER:  But dose this free person can live a free life  when most of thinking about ruling others with power money and wisdom  ?

MY ANSWER:  Yes, because this person's "spirit" (pure conscious beingness) is free from the rule of his or her unconscious habits and social conditioning. He thinks for himself and does not need others to tell him what to think.  This person is a "whole person" comfortable with who he is, or she is, and so is not conflicted or at war with himself inside his own mind.  This person may have to suffer other tyrants' rules but he is still free to be above their effects on his soul and personal wisdom which is now in tune with the greatest power of all, the whole universe in its pure state -- he is vibrating with the energy of pure existence and being carried by that power like a surfer is carried by a massive wave.

QUESTIONER:  And how many such people you know ? sir 

MY ANSWER:  Very few.  But a growing number of such souls.

QUESTIONER:  there is another question dose we will call such personality natural  ?

MY ANSWER:  Yes.  Such a state of being is our natural state.  But we gradually get pushed out of this pure, free thinking natural state as we grow up from childhood.  Our social education and conditioning is polluted from bad information perpetuated by tyrants and greedy corporate groups and false religious leaders who teach bad information to profit only themselves, not the people they pretend to serve.

     We all need to remember what it was like to see the world with the fresh vision of a child.  And then to have reasonable faith that such vision carries in it much natural, personal wisdom that can guide us the rest of the way home to our natural state of being.

(end of dialogue)

Being Human and Living Divine

“This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”
― Rumi