Cash Pay Off Dream 21-5-18

Here is last night’s dream.

The dream is set in a hospital waiting room. It is nicer than your average NHS one. I am waiting there for something.

In walks someone from my past, R. I have not spoken with R for about a decade, so I am surprised to see him.

He walks over to me and with no hello says; “I wanted you to have this.” He puts down on the small table which is between us a letter envelope. It is stuffed to the brim with high denomination UK currency. It is so full that the leaf to the envelope is open. He gesticulates for me to pick it up.

I pick it up and hand it back to him. “I do not want nor need this, thank you”.

He takes it off me and then places it again on the table.

“I want you to have this.”

“No, I don’t want it, thank you. If I take it, you will have power over me.”

I again hand the envelope back to him.

I turn my back on him and walk away. I can see that he is very nonplussed by all of this.

Dream ends.

the rain will make you whole

Come and wash away the pain, step into the blessed rain
Cool the fire in your soul, the rain will make you whole
Come and wash away the pain, step into the blessed rain
Cool the fire in your soul, the rain will make you whole
Take me dancing naked in the rain
Feel it washing over me, oh oh

Why are we so afraid to be “naked”, how we are and not how we pretend to be?

Only when you drink from the river of silence….

On Death
Kahlil Gibran

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Stompie Jack

I have been sharing a little time with Stompie Jack the jackdaw previously known simply as Jack. A few days ago, the wife who notices details better than me, pointed out that he only had one leg or rather one and two thirds legs. So, he has a stump. {This photo isn’t of him.}

He brought to mind Stompie a pivotal character in one of my favourite books “The Seed and the Sower”.

He is getting increasingly chilled with me. He sits under the fat ball feeder and waits for the smaller birds to dislodge bits which fall to the ground. He does this about three meters from my step. I don’t look at him directly when he is feeding because this can freak him out a bit. But I can sense him there.

We occasionally look at each other through the kitchen window. I tilt my head and look at him with one eye instead of two.

Stompie Jack has to be that little bit more careful on take off and landing than your average jackdaw. This means that he rushes less.

I need to figure out what Stompie Jack is bringing me.

For now, it is good to have him visit often and to share a little time with him.

Hmnn

The Dreaming

Last night I had another dream in which people from my past were searching for me. In the dream they wanted me to do something but were unaware that I can no longer do that kind of thing. They would not believe me and tried to insist. I had to tell them over and over.

The jackdaw is gradually getting braver and no longer flies off so quickly. He is now comfortable with me only a few metres away. I am toying with idea of offering some food by hand.

When I dropped off my prescription at the surgery, I met a woman with two dogs both of which were husky-Pomeranian cross breads. They had beautiful eyes. I held my hand out to them. And for whatever reason they made a big fuss about me and got all excited, jumping up and play chewing my arm.

In town subsequently, I met two people known to me, which is pretty rare. I spoke briefly with each of them and shook hands.

I have this vague intangible feeling of something gathering, it has a technology kind of feel and is somehow to do with technology. Strange. Intangible.

That world of semiconductor clean rooms and shiny labs is so far away..

This intangible may be related to the dream…

Hmnn…