Conscious Accidental

Conscious Accidental

I am at my great aunt's house and for some reason my cats are there. We are in the basement, and as I try to round them up, Cookie gets loose and head's outside. The house is on a hill, with one of those fake garden terraces in front. I step on the fake golf course grass and suddenly I slipped, pulling the grass and the whole lawn down with me and then to my amazement, the whole house slides off the back and into a hole, breaking apart, in an accident. I feel sad for my cats and my Aunt. I tell myself “I didn't do it!”

I wander around and I keep seeing homeless and street people noticing my energy and being pulled my way, until I deflect them with a glance. Then I hear people whispering about me. Finally I get to overhear a young girl, “Everywhere he goes, it seems these homeless vagrants follow him around where-ever he goes.” I ask her what's up with that? She says that if I am going to become conscious in the dream then I better realize I had to watch my actions because they influence others. She reminded me that I should help other people. I say, “Of course.”

I go back to my Aunt Leona's house and it isn't in the hole anymore. As a matter of fact it is back up on the hill and I can see the curtains have been taken off the windows and I see clothes laying on the bed, waiting to be packed. I wonder if my cats are OK, when I see Cookie run by. EOD.

Art of Dreaming

I finally got a copy of Art of Dreaming, by Carlos Casteneda. I like what Don Juan says about the 3 thresholds of dreaming, and that maybe sharing dream interpretations is counterproductive to the main purpose of dream work, building the energy body. I can see where tantra fits in here. Its about being in the dream, both in the sleeping and waking realms!

Now I know why we had those zhombie dreams the summer First Earth Dreaming School was online, and we eventually shut down. Sharing dreams might be like eating each other's brains.

If they trigger dreams fine, but let's try it. Let's share dreams to trigger other dreams and build our energy bodies. A little interpretation, but let's keep that to a minimum. OK?!

Wondrous Kitten and Woodburner and Ceramic Arrow Shard in Swamp

July 23 – waning moon near half -dreamed I was visiting someone from HML – maybe Nema and Lyrus. They were busy doing something and as I was waiting in another room I saw a few wonders. One was a small black kitten who could make its two eyes into one giant bulging eye (bulging out like a balloon). Awesome I thought. Next as I peered into the woodburner I saw grey-white ashen logs forming the shapes of medieval castles.

Also – in another dream the same night I was down in my grandparents’ field and saw first a small conifer tree that had gotten shaved down nearly to the bottom but with enough green that it would survive and then I reached my hand in a swampy area and pulled out a large broken ceramic shard that looked like the whole piece would have formed some sort ceramic arrow of art or ceremonial function.

Yeah strange dreams but I only mention as I was somehow thinking of HML in the dream.

The Chariots of Creation

Here is an account of the recent New Moon working I did on July 1st, 2011. I awoke with the following dream, itself part of a longer astral narrative from the night: The Chariot of Creation
I am with Robert Moss in a room. We are both dreaming of books and practicing an exercise of going into a dream (inside the dream), to read a text and copy it while in a trance state, to our notebooks. In my dream I see a grid, like graph paper, with various Hebrew letters: Cheth, Resh, and Tau. I take them to mean, CREATE. I copy the grid down... then I have a plastic grid in my hands with lines of webbing between the squares. I can poke holes through the webbing. There is another large block of text, something in English which I want to copy but it is too much. I tell Robert it would be nice to have some shamanic drumming to aid us in re-entering the dream, but he didn't bring his frame drum and he would want someone else to do the drumming while we journey.

The dream narrative, winds around to some other subjects. On waking, after writing it all down in my journal, I'm having my morning tea and checking my email. Reminded by Shade's lovely work on the HML calendar that it is the New Moon. Also Aion's post about the New Moon/Solar Eclipse and beginning of the Dog Days. The New Moon was in Cancer, and this made sense to me as I hand considered Cheth and it's associations to the Chariot card, and Cancer. Looking at the letters from my dream I thought that perhaps Cheth, Resh and Tau could be a transliteration into English for the main letters in CHARIOT. In Hebrew there are no vowels after all. After I started uploading the podcast I danced and did the Rite of Children. It was joyous and filled with energy. I focused on sending energy to my Grandson, and also to a young kid I had seen in the library often who looked to be neglected, but also to all children everywhere. After the rite, I decided I would lay down and go into the Chariot card for a pathworking/meditation. I visualized the Thoth version of this trump and "became" the armored knight whom I saw as a "Guardian of the Grail". In my visionary state I realized this armored knight not only guarded the grail from those who would misues its power, but also offered the grail to the destitute and those who needed to drink of its life. Later in the day I wrote the following poem musing on all this:

The Chariot of Creation,
is fueled by a Cauldron
a Grail whose Guardian
steers the whirling vortices of bubbling energy,
a Brew of Bitter Blood Born to Babalon

Drink and flood your mind with visions
of Cherubim prisms
the Eagle, the Lion, the Bull, and the Man
tethering the Mercurial Ba
Feathers on the wings of the rising Ka
soar upwards to the height of heavens
and fill the Grail anknew...

to complete the sequence I plan to do pathworkings for Resh and Tau, the Sun and Universe. When I have completed those I will post my findings.

Arrest Patterns

I was sleeping outdoors on my huge white bed, and it was raining. I was dressed and some police officers approached me. I had my pot and pipe in my pocket. These cops looked like they were from New York, Italian or Sicilian. They were handsome and rugged. This one cop starts asking me questions, and I was focusing on my pipe. Then I thought I shouldn't do that, and this cop then acted like he could read my mind and started subtly coming on to me. About 5 cops were suddenly surrounding me, and I was afraid it was going to turn into a sex scene. EOD.

Comment: I'm usually not afraid of sex; although I had a talk with a long time gay friend Dave this weekend and we really got to some deep issues with our relationships, sexuality, patterns and the gay community here in Boulder/Denver.

Viral Emissions: Dreams of Nigel Ayers

I had the following dream on October 18th, 2009 while on my honeymoon in Maine.

Nocturnal Emissions Tribute
I am at home in Cincinnati. I am part of a Nocturnal Emissions tribute show that is going to happen at the Southgate House. In fact, I have to go to a meeting in the parlour of the Southgate House to discuss the show with other people involved. My friends Paul Bartley, Andrew Hissett and I will be performing one of cover versions of a Nocturnal Emissions song. Inside the parlor we talk about the logistics of having the Nocturnal Emissions tribute.

Then my wife and I are sitting on a park bench talking to a guy named Adam who works at the library with me. I call him Adam West, though I’m thinking of Herbert West. He is talking to me about the Nocturnal Emissions tribute show. He says, “You guy’s sounded good. Especially your keyboard part, the pattern you copied from my keyboard.” Images of going to his apartment to copy some code from his keyboard into my Korg MS2000 fill my mind. I am excited about the feedback.

It seems there was a tribute CD put together as well and a book. Nigel Ayers has come into town for for a release party associated with the cd/book. I am at the release party. People are talking about the book. Andy Hissett and I flip through it, really surprised by some of the contributors, such as Metallica, and other even more mainstream people. It is laid out in a very graphic, collage style. I point at the cover and say, “It looks like it was designed by R. Crumb” the famous comic artist. Adam is quick to point out that it wasn’t R. Crumb but another “crumb” who draws in a similar style and may even be a pen name of Crumb’s. Inside the tribute book is a book of R. Crumb’s comics about roots / blues / country musicians. I want to buy a copy of the tribute book. There are two versions. One is an oversized folio and is signed by Nigel Ayers. The other is octavo sized. I look at the octavo: it is made up of loosely bound cards, flexi vinyl discs, and other bric a brac. The folio is the same, but the flexi discs in it are so oversized I don’t think I’ll be able to put them on the turntable. So I decide to buy the small one and ask Nigel to sign it for me. It’s twenty bucks.

Then Nigel and I get to talking. I tell him I want to review the book for Brainwashed, “after I’ve had time to sit with it,” I say. He understands. I explain to him, “I reviewed your Nightscapes album.” He seems appreciative.

The book is held together by elastic bands going through a hole in one corner of the hard board. Holding it, it turns into a bracelet, made up of over-the-counter style drug packets, pill holders, the kind that are cased in plastic and foil, that you have to punch the foil out to get to the pill. This is an accessory that Nigel made to come with the book. Nigel says to me, “I’m a multimedia artist. I don’t limit myself to specific forms, only to what needs to be created.” He is a writer, musician, video and visual artists.

About a year after this dream I finally got in touch with Nigel. I shared the dream with him, and then I asked him if he would do an interview with me. The interview is finally done and is up now on Brainwashed.

I’ve also reviewed his recent album “In Dub Volume 1,” and the ‘zine he produced between 1990 and 1999, “Network News” which is now available as a print-on-demand trade paperback.

This dream also inspired some of my own work in another area. After having it I begin to obsess over “multidimensional art”. Last winter I’d planned on writing a Manifesto of Multidimensional Art, or MOMA. I wrote some notes down, but nothing came of it, and yet the idea and desire to write it never left my mind. Somehow, at the beginning of march I was infused with an upsurge of inspiration (Thank you Mnemosyne). Once I saw the way to structure the manifesto -in the pattern of the Qabalistic Tree of Life- writing it came easily. It is now available in the Spring Equinox edition of Silver Star: A Journal of New Magick. Shade, the editor, also published my poem Earth Goddess (also dream inspired, but from a different dream).

Image above is of Nigel Ayers

Speaking my Truth

I had this dream last week about the time I requested that Na'ton give me proof.

I am in an Italian Villa. Nice place, probably not mine. My ex-friend Rick Vito was there (doctor) and he is demanding to know what's in my pocket. Since I am dreaming, I suddenly tune into my pocket, where I have a silver gun. Although he is demanding to know, and I feel its none of his business, I say, "Not your concern, dude."

Suddenly Rick pulls out a black gun and points it at me. I manage to slip out the kitchen door and head down the brick alley. I notice a wooden gate up ahead, with an arch. I am sensing just as soon as I make it through that arch, I will be safe.

Just as I am about to open the door, Rick burst through, grabs my neck, forces the barrel of the gun into my mouth, pulls the trigger and blows out my brains. As I am dying, I collapse, surrender and go into a fetal position. Suddenly there are these swhirling, soothing lights, earthy colors and I am attracted and drawn into them, knowing that I am dying. The last thing I remember is: "Hey, there was no pain!"

So for me the old adage that if you get killed in a dream you die in real life obviously didn't work on me.