Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

10 July 2012

Sadness Sounds 5 August 2011 exLJ

On Wednesday night I posted two very sad songs to Facebook. Sean Curran asked the question. "What's up with all the sadness?" My response was "Just something I get into every so often when I need to remind myself where I am." That was the quick response. I have been thinking about it a bit.

Then Tantra Maat posted the Choir of the Crickets that slowed down cricket sound and made it sound like a human choir. I said this to "Zarkia" and she told me about a slowed down version of the theme from Jurassic Park.

So what is it with certain sounds and our emotions? Sound directly affects our heart. The Institute of Noetic Science and Heart Math have shown that there is a brain in our heart that is directly connected to the brain in our heads. And under certain conditions the heart-brain overrides the head-brain.

And then I started to read A Course in Miracles, Lesson 182. "I will be still an instant and go home.

"This world you seem to live in is not home to you. And somewhere in your mind you know that this is true. A memory of home keeps haunting you... a persistent feeling, sometimes not more than a tiny throb, at other times hardly remembered, actively dismissed, but surely to return to mind again...

...some try to put by their suffering in games they play to occupy their time, and keep their sadness from them. Others will deny that they are sad, and do not recognize their tears at all. Still others will maintain that what we speak of is illusion, not to be considered more than but a dream. Yet who, in simple honesty, without defensiveness and self-deception, would deny he understands the words we speak?"

It goes on to speak about a Child within my mind. A Child that knows what home is, not my family home or the place I was born, but Heaven.

I realise now that the sadness comes from this feeling deep in my mind of missing Heaven, of missing the innocence of the Child by striving so hard to be a "man of the world".

And all I have to do to recover my peace is to be still an instant.

In fact, many instants throughout the day.

09 July 2012

Television Analogy 22 December 2010 exLJ

That 'television' means remote viewing I have mentioned somewhere before. (See post of 22 April 2010 - Ego, Mind, Memory, Emotion). Last night I woke up at 3:00 am. I had a dream that I was in Germany in a crowded beer garden. I was sitting at a bench looking down a long corridor and waiting for a woman I had met in a previous dream.

Awake, I began to think about the dream and the lesson I am learning in A Course In Miracles. The lesson is "I am Spirit" and it is basically about transmitting feelings of peace, healing and saving via the Holy Spirit to anyone who is open to receive it.

This led me to wonder about the television analogy. I checked the Internet this morning and they say that there are more that 15,000 channels world wide. So, if I had access to them all I would be able to flick between thousands of channels.

Obviously, the word channel got me thinking about spirit 'channeling'. Extending the analogy, not only can we do remote viewing, but we are always transmitting.

It can become a bit overwhelming if you think that there are over 7,000,000,000 people living on the Earth, and all of them transmitting and receiving all the time. I suppose it stresses the importance of the ABC of thinking - Always Be Careful.

08 July 2012

Compartment Dreams 20 September 2010 exLJ

Recently, I've been having strange dreams. It's not the first time in my life that I've had this type of dream. They are not nightmares because nightmares are defined as "a dream arousing feelings of intense inescapable anguish, fear, horror and distress".

I've decided to call them compartment dreams after the psychiatric concept of 'compartmentalisation'. This is a very big word that describes what we do with experiences in our lives that we can't handle when they are happening. We lock them up in a part of our mind that we can't normally access.

Anyway, these dreams have nothing to do with my life, that I'm aware of. In them I'm doing totally out-of-character things. When I wake up from them I'm still totally immersed in them, and it takes me a long time to realise that it's just a dream. When I wake up the following morning, I remember that I had one, but have absolutely no recollection of the content.

The good news is that their intensity seems to be waning.

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