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Exploring the Mystical Realms–Dreams as a Gateway to Self-Healing and Empowerment, Part Two: Living Life On The Widest Frequency

     Have you ever found yourself captivated by the enigmatic world of dreams?  Are dreams just whispers from our biology, creations sprung from dreamtime imaginations, windows to our subconscious minds, hints of wisdom from our higher power,  portals to other people’s lives, or even remote viewing of our past lives?  We have all probably experienced vivid dreams that felt so real, they lingered in our mind long after we woke up. Or maybe we’ve felt an unexplainable connection with the spiritual realm, leaving us wondering about the mysteries of life and existence. By embarking on a journey into the mystical realm of dreams, spirits, and past lives, we can dive in and explore the extraordinary possibilities that await us.

     Since the dawn of time, dreams have been a source of mystery and fascination. They are the stories our minds weave while we sleep, tales that often escape the grasp of our waking consciousness. But what are dreams really for? Are they critical cogs in the machine of our biological existence or do they serve a purpose beyond the physical realm?  It is enlightening to explore dreams through various lenses – biological, psychological, neurological, and spiritual – to delve into the origins and value of this nocturnal phenomenon.

     Neurologically, dreams are a consequence of brain activity during REM sleep. Studies with brain scans have shown that certain areas of the brain – like the amygdala, involved in processing emotions, are active during this state. Some neuroscientists speculate that dreaming is a byproduct of these electrical impulses and serves no direct purpose. However, other theories suggest dreaming could be a way the brain processes emotions or encodes memories.  Research has even linked specific types of brain activity with the content of dreams. Scans have shown that the visual cortex’s activity may relate to the vivid imagery of dreams, whereas the limbic system’s activation might correlate with the emotional content.

     On a more mystical plane, many believe that dreams hold spiritual significance, acting as messages from the divine and/or the subconscious. Dreams often weave intricate symbolisms that many spiritual traditions interpret as signposts for guidance, warnings, or insights into one’s deep self.  Cultures throughout history have used dreams to make decisions or predict future events. A comparative analysis across cultures shows that despite the vast differences in interpretation, many agree on the potent spiritual value of dreams. Personal stories abound of individuals claiming that dreams led to life-transforming realizations and decisions, implying a higher significance to these nighttime visions.

     What then are the origins of dreams? Evolutionary theories suggest dreams might have assisted our ancestors in survival, giving them a ‘safe space’ to simulate dangerous situations and practice responses. As cultures evolved, so did the understanding and appreciation of dreams, imbuing them with religious and spiritual importance.  Yet the real value of dreams might not lie in any one perspective but rather in the interplay of all. They can be as much about biological programming as they are about confronting psychological truths or connecting with the universe’s deeper mysteries.

     Clearly, dreams are multifaceted in their significance and importance. They are a nexus where our biological, psychological, neurological, and spiritual selves meet. Well beyond mere scientific curiosity, this intersection offers rich insights into the complexities of human consciousness and experience. With each dream we remember upon waking, we glimpse a reflection of our inner workings – and potentially, the essence of what it means to be human.

     We all dream, whether we recall them, or not.  Often, those who can recall their dreams have no context with which to interpret them, and the dreams are often  just casually dismissed.  But there are many of us who have developed a context of understanding for our dream works, and pay keen attention to them. 

Sharon found this note that I had written while “asleep” in 2007. It was hidden in a dream journal that was found in our suitcase on our trip to Japan in 2019.  Since then, I have had several experiences touching the psychic and occult levels of human experience.  I prefer to “project” into happier environments, in both waking and sleeping environments.

    My dreams have always been an important part of my life, and I consider them as messages from the many facets of my Self. Dreams have long been regarded as a window into my subconscious and a channel for personal healing. They have illuminated hidden emotions, offered guidance, and even facilitated profound personal transformations. In two.  I have encountered instances where I felt a deep and inexplicable connection with a spirit of a deceased friend or family member in my dreams. The experiences I’ve had, along with countless anecdotes from others, reinforce the belief that dreams can serve as a conduit for spiritual connections.

  In two separate instances, I had dreams that seemed to reveal fragments of past life experiences. These dreams were so vivid and emotionally charged that it compelled me to seek interpretation and explore the concept of past lives further. I have stepped into a dream and found myself in an unfamiliar time and place, experiencing events that felt oddly familiar. These dreams, perhaps, offer glimpses into our previous incarnations, or even into the lives of others who we never knew.. Some believe that these dreams provide insights into our present lives, shedding light on unresolved issues or patterns that continue to influence us. Exploring dreams as windows into past or other lives presents an opportunity for self-reflection, self-discovery, and a deeper understanding of our existence.

      It is important to remember that dreams, spirit connections, and past lives are deeply personal experiences. Each individual’s journey is unique, and interpretations will vary. What may hold profound meaning for one person may not resonate with another. Embracing the infinite possibilities of the mystical realm encourages us to approach these experiences with an open mind and a sense of wonder.

    I am not a religious person, though I have joined with the community of many theologians who believe that dreams are one of God’s (or, Higher Power, Universe, Healing, Spirit, Grandfather Great Spirit, The One, etc.)primary ways of getting our attention. In the absolute, there is little difference between what we experience through our dreams and through our so-called waking reality. Awake or asleep, internally we respond in real time to what we witness as if both experiences have equal footing in reality. So could God/Truth be trying to tell us something while we are sleeping? Here are six spiritually significant dreams that may be more than meets the mind’s eye….

Key Takeaways:

  • Dreams possess transformative powers, offering avenues for personal healing and self-discovery.
  • Dreams can provide windows into past lives, offering insights and lessons for our present existence.
  • Channeling spirits through dreams can provide a profound connection with the spiritual realm.
  • Personal experiences and interpretations of dreams and spirit connections contribute to an individual’s spiritual growth.

    As we navigate the beautifully complex realm of dreams, spirits, and past lives, let us embrace the mysteries that unfold before us. Each dream, each spirit encounter, and each realization serves as a building block in our spiritual journeys. So, let us continue to explore, learn, and grow, as we unravel the extraordinary possibilities that lie within the mystical realm.

1. Visitation Dreams

     It’s common to have a visitation dream after a loved one passes. The deceased often appear in bodily form, healthy and luminous, in order to communicate an important message: “I’m okay.”, or “There is nothing to fear about death”. I have had several of these dreams over the years, with my most recent experience revolving around the recent death of a good friend.

2. Prophetic Dreams

    Our brains have built-in predictive hardware and algorithms, so it should be no surprise that we can prophesize, in both iur awake and sleeping times. Many people have had a “dream that came true.” Our dreams may use our past experiences to produce a probable series of future events—showing us patterns that help us make better choices when we’re awake. I have had several dreams that have predicted EXACTLY events that were to happen, yet they remain unreliable predictors of the future, because the future is always changing, depending upon changes made in the present.

3. Warning Dreams

     God—and our body—can sometimes speak in dreams to warn us about imminent danger, especially regarding health. We may dream of a specific body part or even receive a verbal warning. In a 2015 study of women diagnosed with breast cancer, 83 percent had dreams that were more vivid than normal. And 44 percent reported hearing specific words like “breast cancer” or “tumor.”

4. Healing Dreams

     These are the internal creations that bring us from an “out of balance” place into “harmony and balance.” They often involve a mystical encounter. I have experienced many healing dreams, I had one amazing dream with my deceased grandpa Henry which, to this day, inspires and confounds me.

5. Heavenly Dreams

     According to a 1989 study, more than half of healthy young adults who dreamed of death spent a significant amount of time in that dream in heaven. These dreamers sometimes go down a tunnel or pathway and arrive at heavenly destinations. They also frequently encounter deceased loved ones. I have had dreams where I have heard the songs and sounds of the “angels of heaven”, carrying a message of beauty beyond my ability to describe or define.

6. Mutual Dreams

     A mutual dream is when two people—typically in separate locations—dream of the same thing at the same time. According to a 2017 study, shared dreams are 80 percent identical on average. They often occur between close friends or relatives. Interestingly, 4 percent of these dreams are shared by strangers. A most profound realization and insight may come to the dreamer, that the collective mind of man dreams through individuals, and individuals dream through the collective mind of mankind. We are one, after all, you and I.

7. Projection or Remote Viewing Dreams

In 2007, I was able to see that my sense of self had to include the much more expansive collective self that we all share as being conscious members of the human race. In a dream, I was shown how all of us may project ourselves into another human beings’ experience in our dream world and experience their version of reality for a moment or two.

In early occult and spiritualist literature, remote viewing was known as telesthesia and traveling clairvoyance. Rosemary Guiley described it as “seeing remote or hidden objects clairvoyantly with the inner eye, or in alleged out-of-body travel.

8. Radical Empathy Dreams

Empathy plays a crucial role in the realm of dreams, serving as a window into our subconscious emotions and social connections. When we dream, our mind often reflects our daily experiences and relationships, providing insights that may not be readily apparent in waking life. This aspect of dreaming becomes particularly interesting when considering instances where we feel empathy for others within our dream narratives. For example, dreaming about feeling compassion for someone who is being scolded can indicate deeper insights into our emotional state and values.

These are some of the most mysterious dreams, where the dreamer may actually have the experience of witnessing another person’s life through their actual eyes during the course of the dream. This category of dream is similar to the projection or remote viewing type of dream. Questions of the porousness of our very identities come to the forefront during investigations of all such dreams.

9. Personal Growth and the Act of Teaching

Teaching in dreams may indicate a desire to share knowledge or experiences, reflecting a sense of responsibility to pass on what you have learned. Dreams often symbolize personal growth and the act of teaching. They can reflect our innermost thoughts, desires, and challenges, often revealing our aspirations to guide or inspire others. These dreams can also highlight leadership qualities and the potential to positively impact those around you. Additionally, dreaming of teaching can signify a struggle with communication or a need to assert oneself in waking life.

Understanding these dreams can help individuals reflect on their relationships and interactions with others, promoting deeper self-awareness and meaningful connections.

If you have ever awakened from a dream, shaking from the experience of living in a very real, but alien, life experience, you have walked across the mysterious threshold into a higher dimension of understanding our self. Wisdom and insight are available through our “dream channels”. Atheists and agnostics have the same capacity as the saints, as far as the ability to access dream wisdom goes. We are much closer than we presently believe, and our beliefs keep us more separate as a human being, than together as spiritual beings.

August 1978 Dream

Bob and Dorothy Fero were friends that my parents had, from the time I can first remember my parents having friends.  They shared the Oakey Doaks square dance group with my parents, and about twenty other local couples. We frequently camped with them in travel trailers during the summers from 1962-1970, and my sister and I spent many nights over at their home, staying with their children Michael and Robby, while my parents went out to dance and party with them on weekends.  When I learned how to play golf as an twelve-year old, Dad and Bob would frequently take me with them, and I got to see both men on a different level than just my elders.  I really grew to love and respect Bob, and I always assumed that he would be around forever.

Dorothy Fero (left) Bob Fero (center) at yet another party for the Oakey Doaks square dancing group.

Mom, Dad, and Dorothy (Bob taking picture) in one of the travel trailers on one of our frequent camping trips in the 1960’s

Bob had anger issues, and it was best not to get Bob too riled up, or someone was going to feel the wrath.  On the car driving trip home from Reno with Dorothy, in 1972, Bob’s anger came to a head.  I do not know if he had been drinking, or what, but in a fit of anger at Dorothy, he recklessly passed cars on the way home, and took all sorts of suicidal chances with his driving.  Finally, his risky behavior caught up with him, and he slammed his car head-on into an oncoming vehicle, killing Bob, and critically injuring Dorothy.  Dorothy was to recover eventually, though her crushed hip remained an issue for the rest of her life.

Bob had his funeral in Milwaukie at the Catholic Church.  My father refused to attend, as he was so averse to funerals, and his grief over the loss of his friendship with Bob was just too overwhelming for Dad.  I attended the funeral, not having the same aversion to death that my father had.

Two nights later, I had a dream, where Bob came to me in the dream.  He told me not to fear death, that is was beautiful and peaceful where he was, and that death was not the enemy.  My father was not consoled by that dream from me, and it would have been much better for him had he received the insight, or the dream, himself.

June 3 1987 Dream

I first met Diane “DIDi’ Mcloud in 1982.  In 1984, after we both experienced some permanent relationship end points with others, we connected again as friends, then lovers.  I fell deeply in love with her, though I knew our relationship could not survive for long, because of both of our toxic faults as human beings.   Di Di became a part of myself and my consciousness, and I had one profound dream with her in it, shortly after her 1988 death as a result of a drunk driver..

In the dream, I am confronted by a man exhibiting aggressive, unkind, abusive behavior. In the dream, I am appalled, disgusted, and threatened by his manner. I call out to a policeman, imploring him to arrest that man, and protect all of us from his violence. Di Di then walks up to me in the dream, taking the policeman’s place, and states quite plainly that for love to reappear in my life, in all of its fullness, I must first “arrest” all of these negative qualities within myself, and rehabilitate my own passions, then love will reappear.

This dream ends, but the waking dream, and the journey continues.

(Poem given to Di Di prior to her death)

Though hibernating for oh so long

And hiding from the deep pain of winters’ chill

Love reawakens to sing its special song

So for how much longer can we be still?

With eyes that melt winters’ deepest snow

A tender touch that always seem to say

That all we will ever need to know

Will be learned along Love’s way

Two minds that were brought together

Two hearts that seek to share,

Two bodies that need no tether

Two become one, though still a pair

Heavenly nights and rapturous mornings,

Love promises through all of our years,

The sweet, stirring music of love sings

For two souls who now have the ears to hear.

True love can be the source of dreams

For two hearts continuing to awaken.

I pray that we are all each other seems

And share in Love’s next journey taken.

Poem written for Di Di, in 1984.

It’s Time to Arrest the Toxic Masculinity That’s Suffocating Society

The fable of masculinity handed down generation to generation has often been laced with toxic strands—a legacy that shapes minds and twists relationships. It’s a construct, a cultural conditioning, that prescribes stoicism over sensitivity, dominance over empathy, and leads to a silent yet screaming toxicity that infests the potential for growth in men and inflicts often irreparable damage on society.

Stripping the toxicity from masculinity is not just an act; it is a resolute stance, a clarion call for accountability and healing. Every man carries the indomitable power to introspect, identify, and obliterate these negative attitudes and behaviors. Just as rust corrodes the strongest iron, so does toxic masculinity erode the core of authentic manhood.

In the endeavor to dismantle these oppressive energies and claim a rejuvenated sense of self, one must earnestly look inward. Self-scrutiny is the harpoon that pricks the bubble of toxic masculine ego. Whether it’s the way we converse, the media we consume, or the biases we nurture, each man must be willing to confront the abhorring reflection of societal masculinity and take the individual responsibility to sculpt a healthier version.

Men must not only stand together but also stand corrected by the women and men in their lives. It takes immense courage to acknowledge the conditioning etched deep in our psyche and even greater strength to seek transformation. The path of reparation must wind through a process of empathetic listening and learning—relating to experiences beyond our own, dismantling privilege, and fostering environments where vulnerable expressions are not just tolerated but valued.

The solution is not belittlement; it is not found in silencing what has been termed ‘masculine.’ Instead, it lies in redefining that very concept—to cherish the strength not for domination but for support, the resilience not for suppression but for lifting others. It’s about fostering a manhood that is secure enough to celebrate achievements without diminishing others and to show love without fear of perceived weakness.

Calling out injustice and standing tall against the alluring tide of toxic norms cannot be a silent battle. We must articulate these dark truths in vivid words, heralding a time when emotional literacy is emblematic of true masculine strength. It is a collaborative healing process, where dialogues do not shy away from discomfort and where accountability becomes a communal endeavor.

This is not an assault on manhood. It’s a rescue mission for its soul. We owe it to our peers, to our children, and to ourselves. The eradication of toxic masculinity begins when the courage to heal outshouts the seduction of dominance. It begins here, it begins now, and it begins with the decision of each man to look at himself and declare, “The time for change is mine to command.”

In this profound paradigm shift, silence is the most treacherous of companions. When our voices join in a chorus that venerates respect, health, and equality over toxic societal expectations, we collectively break the shackles that bind us to outdated, harmful constructs. We must harness our internal revolutions and engage openly with those around us—fathers, brothers, friends, and mentors—to induce a collective acknowledgment and evolution.

We unite not only in brooding but in blossoming—acknowledging that healing is a shared pilgrimage, a synergetic dance between introspection and activism. For all the men who have felt stifled by the ironclad grips of toxic masculinity, know this: liberation lies in the unity of our voices, in the decisive actions of our reclaimed integrity, and in our earnest commitment to transform toxicity into a legacy worthy of the generations that follow.

Together, we can redefine strength, redraw the contours of masculinity, and cultivate a legacy of authentic, compassionate manhood. It’s not just an option—it’s an obligation to ourselves and to society. And it starts with a single, yet powerful act—the choice to change.

March 17, 1988 Dream

Recently, I was reading my journal from March of 1989, which I had placed in storage in April of 1988. There was an entry about a mysterious dream that I had on March 17, 1988, where I am looking for a discarded ring with 8 jewels. After feverishly looking about, I locate 7 of the jewels, and not the mounting, or the eighth jewel. The last jewel will be found mounted to the lost ring itself, the thought comes to me in the dream. I am with an unrecognizable girlfriend at the time, and there is sadness associated with this friendship. I know that this woman is not the final jewel, and my search must continue. The dream tells me that this is a view of the future, so when I woke up, I was a little more than just skeptical, to say the least.

I was with Laurie H. at the time of the dream. I first met her in an ACOA (adult children of alcoholics) meeting in October of 1987. Laurie and I were engaged to be married at the time of the dream, though several weeks later we cancelled the engagement, in June of that year. My seventh adult relationship with another woman was with Laurie.  When I found out that she had wandering eyes, and was seeking other male friendships, I easily surmised that Laurie was the unrecognizable woman of the dream, for I had no idea that she would engage in wandering behavior.  I ended the relationship in June of 1988.

Last night, Sharon showed me the ring that she bought for our 2nd wedding, in Las Vegas, in 2004. Sharon bought the ring in Portland, prior to our leaving for Las Vegas, and I was not involved in its purchase, though I asked her, prior to leaving, if she had a ring for our fun 2nd marriage. She then went to purchase it at Mother Goose, a store in Portland.

seven jeweled ring with big stone

On it was mounted 7 small stones, with one large green eighth stone distinguishing the setting. I had seen it before, and yet never understood its significance, until I re-read my journal. WOW, the ring, and the story, straight from the dream! Sharon had never seen my journal before, and I have never discussed its contents with her, either, nor had I even thought about it once in the intervening years.

August 1988 Randy Olson and Boston

My nighttime world has always been populated with many interesting and challenging dreams..  In one 1987 dream, it was like the sky opened up, and “heaven” started singing a most beautiful song.  The song spoke of Boston, Massachusetts.  Then, I am flying in the dream, minus an airplane, and starting to go over what might be the Atlantic Ocean.  The message comes to me that I will be leaving Randy Olson behind for this phase of my life.  Well, OK, where did that come from, and what does it mean?  All that I knew was that I needed to travel to “Boston, Massachusetts”, and that Randy was to become less of a presence in my life from this point forward.

I did fly to Boston, not knowing what the heck I was supposed to do there. One of my teachers, the mystic and healer Joel Goldsmith, had given me extensive teaching from Mary Baker Eddy’s work, in addition to his own, which is known as the Infinite Way.  The Mother Church of the Church of Christian Scientists, is located in Boston and so I visited there.  After an aide to the head minister noted my presence and had a conversation with me, I was escorted to Mary Baker Eddy’s private study, where I was allowed to read her notes, and to meditate in her private study, one of her “holy places”.  Nobody else gets that privilege, so I may have been meant to visit there, but who knows for sure?

My future conversations with Randy while I enjoyed recovery became increasingly less productive, and I found that I was losing touch with Randy spiritually, emotionally, and, finally, physically.  Randy was still drinking alcohol excessively, partying like it was the 1980’s, and smoking cigarettes, and that behavior I had abandoned in March of 1987.  I just could not keep in connection with him because of his choices.  Our friendship was on hold for nearly six-years, before sharing the thirty year Rex Putnam high school reunion experience with him.  He also joined us for Thanksgiving dinner that same year.

The last time that I saw Randy, he was placing a 12 pack of beer into his car at a Fred Meyer’s store. He was hesitant to acknowledge me, and I felt as if he was trying to avoid me. He appeared sick, and bloated, and I wanted to say something to him about it. But I did not, thinking that it was not my right to intrude upon his life now. I had phone conversations with him three more times over the last eight years, with the last time being in 2010. Our friendship on the “outer plane” of life apparently was already dead. And then, my wife Sharon reads his obituary in the Oregonian newspaper, shocking me to my core. My lifelong friend, Randy, was dead, apparently of a heart attack.  His body was discovered in his car in his driveway, having just returned from a Subway sandwich shop.

And yet, he lives within me. I am so grateful to have known Randy. I now know that I could not take him to the spiritual places that I was to visit. It would have been the least that I could do for Randy, if it were only possible. He only needed a little willingness to join with me, to experience some of the joys of being on the path of recovery, healing, and love.. Yet that willingness was something that none of us can give to another human being. I had pointed to the new direction, but he chose to look the other way.

His funeral was a shock to me, it was poorly attended (I only found out about it through chance, when Sharon happened to read the obituaries, and saw a listing for his funeral the day before). The most popular and friendly person that I had ever known died almost anonymously. He had, literally, thousands of friends and acquaintances through the years, but in the end, he was nearly forgotten. He died in isolation, but he deserved so much better than that.

You are still loved, my friend. I am grateful to have known you, and to have experienced the thousands of hours of life with you, the 48 years of life that we partially shared.

May you be at peace my dear friend, at the center of it all, from where you started, and to where you have finally returned. Save a place on your couch for me, will you please? I will know that I will be welcome in the Kingdom to come, if I see your apartment there.

Randy with my parents and me, during Thanksgiving of 1993

Randy Richard Olson, Jan 21, 1955 – June 3, 2013

1992 Dream-Grandfather Great Spirit

     in 1992 , while living in the Rock Creek area with Sharon, I had a most amazing dream. In this dream, I was in my grandfather’s home, sleeping in the bedroom that i always slept in as a child.  A “fierce, fiery cluster, or orb, of pure light and love” hovered over me, and though it did not have human form, I knew it to be my grandfather.  In shamanic terms, it was an actual experience of my eighth chakra, though, in my dream state, I recognized it as my deceased grandfather.  I was being drawn into his love light, and I knew that, for me to continue, this energy would destroy my body because my body was too weak to support this fire of love and wisdom that was about to engulf me.  I did not care, for I had finally found what I was looking for, and I began to rise up, and attempt to join with it, knowing my body would be destroyed in the process.

Connect to our Higher Self    The 8th chakra is the doorway between the immortal soul and the earth-bound personality.

Now, in real-time, in the physical world, my body was shaking and almost convulsing, and, to Sharon, my “crying and distress” showed that I was having a nightmare.  In her concern, she woke me up, and I had never felt so disappointed to have to wake up, as it ripped me away from this most remarkable inner experience.  But the dream carried many fruits with it into the world that our bodies inhabit.  I knew that if I wanted to entertain, or to even host, these higher vibrations of love and its wisdom, my physical body and the body of thought constituting myself needed to be dramatically strengthened.  Otherwise, my body would be destroyed, and this was part of the underlying motivation that culminated in becoming nearly an elite athlete by the time I was 46 years old.

October 25, 2022 Followup To 1992 Grandfather Great Spirit Dream

     I was the beneficiary of a transcendent meditation in 1987,  My Holy Spirit, appearing as the Sacred Silence, gave to me, for a brief moment, a view of my life energy field.  In it were embedded two mysterious tricksters.  The Silence just witnessed these forces with me-for we were One for that miraculous moment, but We/I took no immediate action upon them.  I was troubled for 29 years as to what these tricksters represented, but I knew that they were not there for my good, and yet I had no narrative for them.   I eventually forgot about them, and continued the process of rebuilding my new, more spiritualized identity, without directly addressing tthese influences until late 2016.  With the encouragement of my wife Sharon, and best friend Marty Crouch(deceased), and the inspiration of Sheila Hamilton, writer of the book All The Things We Never Knew, I finally began weaving these two tricksters into a coherent narrative about the collective and individual effects of traumatic wounding.  My tricksters were the embedded wounds caused by trauma.

On October 25, 2022 I awoke at midnight, with an extreme anxiety reaction after another “Grandfather” dream..

I was in a car with my beloved grandpa Henry, my mother’s father, who died in 1990. There were two dark, threatening characters in the car with us. I knew that I must confront the two dangerous men and permanently remove them, to protect my grandpa. I exited the car, and, in my mind, knew that I must subdue these men, even if it cost me my life, otherwise my grandpa would perish.

The conclusion says it all–I was totally willing to sacrifice myself to save the presence of my grandfather. The word, and the experience, of “grandfather”  means the higher vibrations of love  and wisdom to me on the psychological/spiritual plane, so Grandfather has ultimate importance attached to it.  By the confrontation with, insight into, and the subduing of these two dark forces, or tricksters, the liberation of “Grandfather, Great Spirit” became inevitable. 

Dark forces caused by traumatic wounding are common to all humanity, and plague all of us, either directly through our life experience, or through our relationships with other members of our family and of society.  Intergenerational trauma (the effects of war, terrorism, murder, religious wounding, alcoholic predispositions, patriarchal-societal dominance and oppression, with resultant misogyny and child neglect, racism, income inequality, etc.) plagues all of us, whether we are conscious of these facts, or not.  We all make accommodations to these dark forces,  and yet those adaptations that we make often define us, rather than encourage us to fearlessly confront the issues, and press onward for transformative change within ourselves and our world.

Personal wounding and subsequent dysfunction and repressive responses through individual life experience (moral injury, abandonment/neglect as baby, ptsd) are dark forces that torment most of us and must be faced, if we are to be clearer channels for healing and love’s intentions.

I am those tricksters, while remaining unconscious, and unmotivated to do anything about them.

I am Grandfather, Great Spirit when I confront these issues, see them for what they are, and refuse to be led down the dark pathways that they inevitably point to.

I get very sick when I stop looking at these issues, and also stop writing about them. 

I continue to evolve, and as I also write and talk about my insights, the process of spiritual healing will bring greater health benefits to me, and to those inspired to action by all such efforts.

May 12, 2016 Dream

     My wife Sharon has known June Thomas since the 1970’s when they were neighbors in southwest Portland. I have always loved June. I have known June since 1990, when she was married to Victor (Victor died in 1996). We have spent many, many hours vacationing together, with several great hiking trips together, and one great rafting adventure through the Grand Canyon in 2014.. I sometimes had the feeling that June was some sort of spiritual sister of mine, perhaps a feminine variation of my soul, because we had so much in common. I actually lived with June in her Tacoma home for four months in 2003, when I was relocated to the Puget Sound Naval Shipyards for an electrical installation job where I helped to install a server farm for the US Navy.

June and Sharon in Las Vegas, 2017

     I would like to share an interesting dream that I had in May of 2016. June, who now lives in Tucson, Arizona was visiting her sick brother Dale in Medford, Oregon, for a week in May of 2016. On a Friday evening in May, I awoke from a strange, disturbing dream. In the dream, I had fallen in an unfamiliar bathroom, and had become trapped between the toilet and the wall. When Sharon awoke, I told her about the unusual dream. It was so real to me that I was a little shaken up. Later that morning, June called Sharon, as she frequently does in the morning. June related to Sharon that she was still at Dale’s house, and that his health was not good. In the middle of the night, Dale had gone to the bathroom, fallen, and became trapped between the toilet and the wall!!! As I look at my life’s history, I am amazed by the dreams from its Mystery COINCIDENCE?

     Are dreams really just fantasies? Do we have the capacity to extend our awareness beyond the limits of our five senses? Well, I know the answers to those questions, but your answers may be different, for sure!.

Dream at Matthew Fox Cosmic Christ Workshop

April 1 2017 Dream

After Friday evening’s seminar about mysticism with the Master Spiritual Teacher, Matthew Fox, we returned to our hotel room, to rest up for the next morning’s follow-up workshop on the Cosmic Christ. I had quite the deep, peaceful sleep, which lasted six hours for me. Prior to awakening, I had a most interesting, powerful dream.

What was/is fascinating about this dream is how absolutely awake I was, while having the dream.  It is a complete spiritual teaching, and for that, Great Spirit, I thank you, and my gratitude will be expressed through the life lived through me, for now and all time to come.

Curiosity only thrives in an unconditioned mind. Drink freely from its chalice of the Spirit!

In the dream, I opened a door, and walked into a room that was well-lit.  The room seemed unfamiliar to me. Inside of the room there was a man standing to the right of the entrance. He greeted me, holding a cup out to me in his hand. He gently offered it to me, and for a moment I considered what it’s contents might be. I then knew that if I drank from it, I would become “intoxicated”, but of a different nature that was still consistent with the path of “sobriety” I currently walked upon. I then noticed a table, where an opened map laid open upon it. The man walked with me to the table, still holding the cup.

I looked at the map, and it was a topographic style map, similar to what I might use for traveling and/or hiking with. There were two distinct areas to it. The path or road, on the right side of the map, had only one dark, solid line drawn from the bottom to the top of the map. But, the section on the left side of the map had several dotted lines that only remotely “paralleled” the route on the right side of the map. I had no judgement about each of the path styles, yet I remained curious about the several dotted line paths, which intersected each other, while also “snaking” their unique individual routes up the map. I noted also that the “dotted line” paths also did not ever cross the path of the solid, dark line, though all of the paths had no distinct starting, or end point.

At the Cosmic Christ workshop, Matthew asked if anyone had a dream that they wanted to share in the big group. Not being a spiritually “realized person”, I felt uncomfortable sharing the dream. But when it came time for a break, I took a book to Matthew for signing, and shared my dream with him. He refused to tell me what it might mean, but he had a smile on his face, and told me to let it tell me it’s meaning.

On our drive home, Sharon White took controls of the car, and I started telling her the dream again. It was then that the horripilation (God chills) began in earnest, and the full meaning came through me. A complete mystical understanding, and teaching, was built into that dream, and it was then I realized that I had indeed drunk from the cup of the Spirit. Yes, I became quite “intoxicated” with Spirit, and I knew then that we had truly been blessed by the Master Teacher.

I don’t expect anybody who remains stuck in their conditioned mind, or in the rut on the right side of the map to understand this dream.  Those who travel on the left side, where the unknown and the freedom to consciously wander are represented, will understand two main points:  1).  the pathways are made of dotted lines, showing that the unknown will be a constant companion on the journey:, and 2) a lot more of the “scenery” will be covered by those who choose to live outside of the ruts in life.  Those willing to take the risk will earn the greatest reward, which is a vastly enhanced spiritual consciousness. This is the path of conscious evolution, where our curiosity and creativity drives us to create new paths of consciousness, rather than just conforming to the expectations of church, society, and family.

Mysticism, the heart of all vibrant, evolving religions, also can be a personal reality. It is not, however, for those clinging to structured understandings of life.

Not all who wander are lost—-JRR Tolkien

Marty Crouch and the Electrician Dream

Now Marty, to bring you up to the present, I awoke this morning at 2:45 am, and I had a profound “sense of the presence”, whatever that means.  I could almost feel all of us gathered together again, and I asked for the “blessing” for all of us.  I have no concrete proof if such an internal process actually reaches anybody outside of my “field”, but I then entered a dream state, and something profound occurred.

I dreamed that we were all together in some sort of  noisy “industrial plant”, and there was an electrical system that needed reconditioning.  As I awoke, I was “told” that your security lock needed to be removed from the “electrical panel” that I was working on  (me, with you and Sharon witnessing).

Personal safety locks keep us safe while working on electrical equipment by removing the power from the area where work is being performed. For the system to work again as designed, we must have confidence that the work has been completed correctly, then remove the lock, and re-energize the system.

I was wearing sound proof headsets, to protect me from the “industrial noise”.  I also observed others who had already performed their “work”, noting the discards in the nearby “dumpster”. I also saw how I needed to integrate my actions with their work, though it felt like we might be getting into each others’ way at times.

Symbolically to me, it is obvious what my subconscious was communicating with me.

Letting go of the controls, trusting in “the process” and turning over our “work” to “others”, even if for a moment, is difficult while being overwhelmed with the daily “noise of the mind” and the activities of our lives, and threats to our health and well-being.  But, even if we succeed in “getting the work done”, whatever that means, and how it might express itself, we have to suspend our fear and lack of trust in the process, as we still have to turn over the “operation” to others (trust in a higher power within our isolated self and its limiting ideas, all the while knowing that power resides within our heart and soul).

Marty, you have a resistance to your own healing.  You must remove the self-protective mechanisms and controls that you, and perhaps your wife, have layered over your consciousness for many years, or, perhaps, for your entire life.  These controls lock you out of your own greater good.  The very state of consciousness that made the melanoma possible, and helped support its presence and growth, is still embedded within your mind and heart.  Infusions and medications, though potentially helpful, alone will not get the job done.  If the supporting structure embedded within your ego is not dramatically altered, or transformed, then the conditions for the continuation of the growth and spread of the cancer have not been sufficiently altered either.

My “higher power” has ultimate confidence in you, and sees the absolute present beauty of who you are, how you are “innocent” and  Not Responsible for this melanoma wounding, and it has also seen the wonderful potential for your future life.  Once again, there are no guarantees, but I see this for you.

I plan on living into this dream with you, for a long time to come, Marty.

Thanks again for a wonderful evening,

Blessings to you!

Marty was able to maintain good health for only a few more weeks.  I gave to him a copy of a meditation that I had created, but it had little positive impact for Marty.  My intention was to help him release his understanding of who he was, and for him to have an experience of his divine nature at the deepest, most healing levels.  Marty was a man of highest intellect, character, moral and ethical integrity, yet he had not ever experienced the release of his great creation, his ego, into the great Unknown, though he certainly desired to reach that place in consciousness.

May 1, 2018 -Alberto Villoldo Workshop at 1440 Multiversity

On Friday night of the workshop, Alberto asked for us to ask our Spirit for a dream. Well, I had a dream, and its essence was relevant. In it, Alberto was a non-vocal observer, watching groups of people assembling a large foundation for some sort of huge, new building. Sharon and I struggled a bit with our contribution, but it all was coming together at the end of the dream, and I could see that we were about to get our part assembled successfully. We then came together as a full assembly of participants, where a male voice gave an extended monologue about the nature of the “magnetic self”. In the dream, I countered his monologue with an extended message of my own, articulately and with precision. But then, I looked to Sharon in the dream, and asked her “Sharon, do I sound like an idiot?” I then woke up.

Yes, there I go again. Even in the dream, I doubt myself, my ability to communicate, and my “understanding”. It is my life’s challenge to make peace with that wayward voice within me that brings self-doubt, and keeps me silent, and not wanting to extend myself to others who might misinterpret me and my intentions. Thanks, father, for that! The gift that keeps on giving to me, until I transform myself enough and stop accepting it!.


Bruce

I am 69 years old, and I am a retired person. I began writing in 2016. Since 2016 readers have shown they are not interested in my writings, other than my wife, best friend, and one beautiful recovering woman, gracefuladdict. l I still write anyway.

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