That is Completely UN Scriptural

This morning I had a dream and I thought I would share it to sort of walk-through my interpretative process.
Here are my notes:

Very thick dream. Had to do with my child-hood home. The dream opened in the Wal-mart parking lot. I went into a sort of resticted area / “employees only” type zone and found behind it a sort of big hallway tunnel leading upward to the back side of Wal-mart. It felt a bit like a cave though it wasn’t a cave. It just had that feel to it.  On the other side I found sort of an employee “housey” type area that had a little laptop and a joystick and some other things in a room. It felt like a miniature “neighborhood” within Wal-mart - small houses built inside Wal-mart. I wanted to take the laptop because it was small and would be excellent on physical security testing jobs, but decided not to. It was called “Psy”. I kept trying to rationalize taking it, but decided against doing so. I came up with some excuse that Wal-mart had plenty in profits and they weren’t even using it - it was just leftovers from some Christmas party that the employees had. The room had a feel of yesterday to it. As though no-one from Wal-mart even knew about this place, but it had been used in a time past. I think that is why I kept trying to rationalize taking a laptop that wasn’t mine.

I was then riding in the back seat of a truck with 2 rough individuals and I think got away from them. I aas then lead back to this place behind Wal-mart and saw Deacon G’s (someone I looked up to in my youth in the Catholic Church in my hometown) having his birthday being celebrated in front of a lot of people. I then went on a little bit further there was some lady reporter who was excited about going to the house of my childhood. I went there and my mom had prepared some sort of display. My child-hood house served as a place of business and a home. My dad and mom ran a used car business together.  She had placed car covers over all the cars on the car lot and it looked “nice”.

Went inside my old house and it was nice inside. I would describe it as “plush”. There were people with me. We were there for some sort of celebration, but I wasn’t sure what when I awoke. I went into the back of the house and there was one guy who came with me though I can’t remember who.  I saw that the present owner of my old house wasn’t there, but he lived like a pig - it was very messy. I’ve often wondered about the owner of my childhood home and have had multiple dreams about this house and the owner. There was stuff everywhere - old toothpaste bottles, dusty mirrors, etc. I looked into the bathroom and saw two floaters in the toilet and had sort of brown stuff blended into the water headed down. It was gross. I told the other guy, let’s get out of here man - we don’t need to be getting into this guy’s stuff.  So we got out and I woke up a short time later.

When I awoke, I figured I might as well try to interpret the dream so first I went back and forth through it in my head and then dictated it to my iPhone.

I thought about the message of the dream and noted that there was a mess in my old house and that there was another presence in the back of my childhood house that was living there and not flushing the toilets.  I started thinking about this as perhaps some nasty stuff in my childhood that I had not dealt with - perhaps a piece of me forgotten back there. A man who was not there, though his presence felt in my old house - living behind the curtain. Perhaps this points to a fragment or something trapped back there.

This brought up an associative memory as I was interpreting. When I was a kid, my dad used to drive a tractor trailer and would leave for extended periods. I used to be so excited when he would come back, but was sad to see him leave, or he would not be there because he was out working. I tend to have a fear of abandonment, so I think this may be where it initially came from and may explain the situation with my extranged wife. That is, why my soul / me would choose someone who would abandon me. I imagine that idea is that I needed to confront this fear.

As I thought about my journey over the last few years, I remembered that all of this began with a spurious thought to read my Bible because I didn’t want to be embarrassed entering the Pearly Gates not having read the Bible beginning to end.

I thought I would provide some of the things that shocked me the most during my journey.

Quoting from one of the sites that really did a mind job on me (http://reluctant-messenger.com/God-talking.htm)
Please don’t focus on the individual or the medium delivering this message; it only gets in the way of our connection. Focus on the message. If it seems like nonsense to you, that’s perfect, your most likely approach will be to ridicule it. That’s ok, it’s the built in mechanism imbedded in the message to prevent those who aren’t ready for it from waking up prematurely .

If you have read this far without the nonsense-circuit kicking in then you are ready for the next step. You and I have always existed. We have always existed. We always will exist. The only unknown is how much suffering can we avoid?”

I thought this site was perfect in understanding why somethings can not be let go of:

http://www.mortylefkoe.com/011210/ It is a bit “new age”, but I think some of it still applies.

Lastly, here is a video that I think explains the Laws that seem to govern this place we live in and may even be able to educate today’s short attention spanned individuals: (http://www.kabbalah.info/engkab/what_is_kabbalah/what_is_kabbalah.htm)

The kids and I went to a local museum to check out some of the wild-life among other things. I’ve been trying to teach them about animals and science and how it relates to our development in the journey of the soul.

Here we see them learning by experience rather than in a book:

I’m not saying there is anything wrong with books, but rather supplemental education helps.

I’ve been doing more experimenting with lucid dreaming. Using galantamine, choline, etc. as suggested in the book advanced lucid dreaming: the power of supplements. I’ve had many successful lucid dreams over the last year and have been trying to tune this myself. This may not work for you  ;)  - the methodology and trial and error is what is important I think.

Wake up about 5:30 AM. Take the medley, stir around for a bit to make sure I’m good and awake and not groggy. Get back to bed. Temperature is nice and warm like sitting cozy by a fire.

I started seeing pre-dream imagery and was still conscious. Eventually I faded and found myself approaching the end of a long drive way which is my grandfather’s. Some relatives are there and I realize  I’m dreaming. I speculate about parallel dimensions for a second. Fade……. I am in another scene this time going on the dream - it is vivid, but not quite lucid. My kids are sliding down an icecube slide. I have an uncle of mine there. His hair is unusually grey/white. He looks happy, but old. Very old. It has only been a year since I saw him last. The divorce has really torn him down.

Fade…… I get sucked down into some kind of tunnel. I felt pressures all over my whole body, it went dark, vision faded, and I thought to myself - great - I’m returning back to an awakened state. At some points I felt like I was compressed into a “point” if that makes sense.  I was a bit frustrated by this turn of events, but was glad I got to experience the tunnel effect. I had experienced it going “outbound” into dream state, but never inbound to waking awareness before. I was sort of hoping I might be being taken to the “kingdom of God” for a nice little 5dimensional review of my life maybe. Maybe I can’t handle it just yet. I say some prayers and ask for this. Not this time apparently. I awaken in bed, but it is not my bed in this realm. It is different. I look around and look at my toes. Vision fades in and out. I know that I’m probably strattling the edge of being “awake” an dreaming and so I I try some exercises to maintain consciousness. I try the lucid dreaming “spin” technique and then I tried looking at my hands. I see my hands. Yay! They are faded sort of. Vision comes back in - yay the signal to noise ratio is corrected! I walk around the dream setting. I see some of my art on a wall. The area is like a wooden automative shop that I’ve turned into a house or apartment somehow. I look around at the refrigerator and I think well, I better leave this duct tape in the fridge as a reminder to myself that I’m dreaming just in case. I’m not sure what I was thinking with that plan or where the duct tape came from. Consciousness starts to fade so I grab some ice out of the fridge and touch it to my skin. Brrrrrrr.. that’ll wake you up! I go to look in a mirror. It is my current waking life body, but my beard is gone. I turn around and look into another mirror and my beard is back. I think okay, let’s get out of here. Time to try out flying. I look for the exit and find it. I find myself outside and my vision starts to fade again. I notice some color from the trees and focus on that and the sunlight. It brings the vision back after about 10-15 seconds.

I look around at the neighborhood. Trees, some victorian homes, it is in a modern city from this time frame judging by the cars, but I don’t recognize the city. I say to myself - “let’s freak out the locals and fly”. I head to the street - vision fades again. Dang! I focus on the green from the trees and the light from the sun again. I flap my arms just once with a mighty push off and I find myself weightless and soaring through the air. Vision returns. I think to myself - perhaps I should engage my walk-through-walls powers in case I fall down and get hit by a car.

My son kicks my leg - I feel my consciousness becoming “split”. I feel my body laying there in bed and flying at the same time. Vision fades fast. I wake up. Wow.

It feels like trying to control a gigantic balloon at this point. Once I become aware that I’m dreaming, it tends to fade in and out.

I liked this:

“Fear is the lock and laughter is they key to you heart”.

Knowing that within us is a multitude! We are many within!  I am Legion, etc. There are parts of us that when backed into a corner will become “evil”. There are parts that are happy. The idea is to recongize this fact and attempt to love the entirety of you and try to bring these other parts of you forward into wholeness and completion.

I can’t tell you how many mornings I’ve woken up and found myself in a sad or alone mood considering all that is going on in my family at present   I had recently learned that you can’t “negate the negative” of our emotions. You have to feel them, yet somehow not allow the victim part of our mind to take over and go into “race mind”.

I’ve found one solution is to tell that victim part of me a joke. That seems to help that part of me not take itself so seriously and bring itself forward.

As reported in Time Magazine on August 4, 1952, Harry T. Rowe, Los Angeles Mortuary Director of the Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Glendale, California where Yogananda’s body was embalmed,^[28][29] stated in a notarized letter:

The absence of any visual signs of decay in the dead body of Paramahansa Yogananda offers the most extraordinary case in our experience…. No physical disintegration was visible in his body even twenty days after death…. No indication of mold was visible on his skin, and no visible drying up took place in the bodily tissues. This state of perfect preservation of a body is, so far as we know from mortuary annals, an unparalleled one…. No odor of decay emanated from his body at any time….

Day 10 is here.  Weight is holding at 210lbs for now. We are half-way to our goal of 20 days. I had a fresh blended vegetable drink yesterday (cucumber, tomatoe,  lettuce). In addition, I had prune juice and black currant nectar juice.I also started sipping dandelion tea for the liver I think and made milkweed tea from straight milkweed. Milkweed is known to rebuild the liver over a course of 4 - 6 weeks. A sluggish liver may contribute to my difficulties with weight regulation.

I made another gallon of the lemonade concoction today.

During the fast, I have found it helpful to clean house literally and within my soul as I do this fast. Letting go of old things. I’ve also been taking dead sea salt baths about every two days. My skin feels tingly for about an hour after getting out of a salt-bath.

Cleaned out some more rooms with the kids help today. Next step is to begin painting the rooms.

Had some interesting dreams last night that I am still working on interpreting.

Pants are fitting loose now. I upped the dosage on my senna tea. It seems I have developed a bit of a conditioned response to the salt water flush. I get a heachache even thinking about it.

I found myself fighting off urges for “meat” for the first time in over 1.5 years. This was surprising.

I had a little cream of mushroom soup last night. I had a little bit of coconut milk based ice cream yesterday as well.  Took the kids to McDonalds and got them “veggie” burgers. I had to fight of the urge to get myself a “veggie” burger. They loved theirs. Told me how awesome it was. I had McDonald’s add extra cheese.

Weight is 210lbs give or take .5lbs.  That means probably about .5lb loss per day given that the first 5lbs was just emptying out the digestive tract. 5lbs of stuff being carried around in my digestive tract. Wow.  I guess I may make it 208-207lbs by Sunday at present rate.

Feeling mentally sharp still.

8 Days a week, I’ll lo oh oh uv you - The Beatles !?!?

Got some recommendations from a friend on some better stuff for eleminating toxins. It was suggested to get Swiss Kriss brand laxative and doubling the dosage. I’ve been using Senna tea up to this point.

I had some hunger temptations yesterday. Took the kids to McDonald’s and man I was so close to ordering an ice cream or french fries.

I have a slight head ache today.

Had some interesting dreams last night which have been recorded offline.

Weight is dropping again. Scaled ranged from 210 - 213lbs this morning.

I’m engaging more and more on the lemonade solution as part of the master cleanse.  Feeling good still.

Salt water flush is working much better after I increased the amount of salt to heaping teaspoons instead of flat teaspoons.

Still drinking a little bit of pear, vegetable, and pomengrante juice.

13 more days? I may slack off for thanksgiving. Dang - I hate getting this started and then perhaps having to slack off.  If I do decide to engage for thanksgiving it means I will need to resume eating around the 23rd or 24th which still gives me another 5-6 days, which could make for about 13 total. I have heard that in spirit they say it is good for women to fast for 5-7 days and men to fast for 7-10 days depending.