Here and Now...What's Happening?

[Carmody]

Posted by astrid (here)
Love this tiny house , its just so charming, the shingles really make it.

My mother had a small sunroom built onto the side of the small house that my grandmother had built for herself. the sunroom was set up so it was open on 3 sides, via full height windows, two of which were sliding doors opening to small patios. It faced west.

It does not look that much different from this one in the image. change the shingles, and the top bit removed...and it's pretty close.

[ulli]

Posted by astrid (here)
Looks just like my shed
And no I'm not joking

Me too....
That special look is inevitable with creative process...my jewelry corner is a miniature version of the same.
All creation begins with the Great Chaos it seems...and most creative people have to have a Big Bang room.

[ulli]

Posted by astrid (here)
Looks just like my shed
And no I'm not joking

Posted by Carmody (here)

Posted by wavydome (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
Having seen your pictures and style of building I knew you'd say that, haha.
There was a time when I dreamt of building an hexagonal home. Sketchup would be quite useless there.
For now I'm fiddling with floor plans only, haven't even got to the 3 d vision other than that there will be many glass walls. And all my rooms will be rectangular or square.
Actually, I just had a dream this morning of living in a hollow tree, Hobbitt style home.
Nah, don't think so, somehow...maybe not ready yet.
Or perhaps been there, done that? In a past life. Dunno.

Hollow tree, yah, my entire wavy dome concept was originally supposed to be a tree-arbor of sorts... The translucent (cheap) windows were supposed to the spaces between tree trunks. The domed roof was supposed to resemble the tree top canopy.... Still might go that way, if time tracks permit.... Full plate already, many inspirations flying every which way.
Too Much

I designed my own house, on paper, when I was 16 (no, actually 14-15 or so). Two stories, and the entire floor plan. I could'a been an 'inferior desecrator'.

Hell, to this day I still know what a bad mix is. One has got to recognize kitsch when they see it.

Each bedroom was designed to have it's own bathroom, sitting area and balcony. They were isolated from one another and the balconies were set up so that one could have their morning breakfast on it, without having to see or hear another person. (I used to buy and read architectural digest and similar mags, at that age)

I have a bad habit of taking things on, in the extreme, testing them to the full...and moving on.

Now, my house doesn't look that much better than the wavydome's interior.

The virgo in me keeps trying to head toward anal, but I keep stopping it. Given a chance, and a fistful of funds, I'd have both kinds of Virgo (country and western!). The messy workshop that is also a house..and adjacent to it....the super clean danish/Swedish spartan space of clarity and simplicity.

At that age I was still designing the interior of my dream spaceship.
Only after making my first fistful of dollars did I think of getting into planetary living and started on houses.
But then I kept moving, every two years. It is the only way to sort out my living space.

In my twenties I had bought my entire kitchen in Harrod's and even owned a dishwasher.
Now everything here is so beyond rustic that I wouldn't want to invite any Villagers into my cabin.
Although the thought has occurred to me many times, but then the great embarrassment starts and puts a stop to such thoughts.
The outside living terrace, however, looks quite inviting, and sports some of the relics of my former cultured and civilized life, like mahogany furniture. Which is the only wood that tropical vermin can't bore into.
A year ago I bought a China made mirror for my bathroom with an fake antique wooden frame and already the sink under it is filled with wooden pellets from the woodworm.
Endless boring maintenance is needed to keep the borers in check.

[WHOMADEGOD]

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by WHOMADEGOD (here)
Yesterday found an excluded area in a crop of pine trees and asked my Ascension guides to work closely with me and to provide information on how I can help with the ascension process and to allow for me to be able to receive greater energy and downloads and to keep my heart open.

I am hoping to reactivate my telepathic ability in order to communicate with my star family, and I have read to be aware of such communication initially during the dream stage.

I heard the word "Alderaban" as I awoke this morning. Never heard of this before so I looked, it up:

" In stellar myth, Aldebaran is Vision Holder for the starseed mission on Earth, defining what emissaries of light can best accomplish to serve humanity through evolutionary transition. In down to Earth terms, Aldebaran holds the vision for global leaders and world servers, inspiring the administrative planning of world affairs, specifically for physical logistics and a global infrastructure designed to support humanity through evolutionary unfoldment and global change. Prominent alignments with the Aldebaran / Antares axis can express into the political and global arena. The visions that many people attune to regarding alternative living centres, educational centres, emergency preparedness programmes, etc., are parts of the inspiration from this star’s emanations. Aldebaran can indicate involvement with physical places and projects supportive of alternative modalities of living. It inspires business that supports family. Aldebaran inspires us to take the physical action required to manifest our visions."

Also second night running I have dreamt of scary yellow eyes, first night Satan had these eyes, last night a huge shark had these eyes boring into me, intelligent and unnerving, are reptillians supposed to have yellow eyes?

Any musings most welcome and thanks for entertaining my ramblings, your the only ones I can talk with, that is unless I talked about sport, MSM, money or cars etc.!

Thanks

Mark

Dream interpretation should really be done by the dreamer him/herself
but I found when learning about Gestalt therapy that one general guideline can help.
That every single aspect of a dream is in reality an aspect of the dreamer.

It is code. So it is also a riddle.
The dream image is a fragment which was thrown out there by our own subconscious mind.
If this is realized the dreamer can achieve true wholeness.
So instead of interpretating your dream as having been visited by Satan and subsequently experiencing fear, see it as something that your own mind or imagination or subconscious threw out there.
Maybe as a result of trying to categorize star families. Or also as a result of feeling you need to step up to the plate with "mission impossible".
Because the moment we develop a "savior" self image we split ourselves into two. And that split is dis empowering. Don't want to go there.

At that moment the savior's shadow which is none less than Satan himself will start persecuting us.
Happens every time. I've had many phases in my life where I felt I was on a mission to save humanity,
or at least serve humanity in a more efficient way.
And at such times my inner underworld came to the fore via scary dreams.

Being of German origin but overly eager to distance myself from my German roots
I would dream many times of being chased by Nazis, or skinheads.
It was only years later that I realized that these dream personas were all me, myself and I. Of course, if anyone had dared to tell e that I would have vehemently denied it.
But now it know that I must accept my own German roots, of which the Nazis were a part.
I was in extra denial of this as my dad had been on the side of the resistance movement.
But still, the whole culture in the sixties was still oozing the Nazi mentality.

But once I took responsibility for having repressed these aspects of me I became healed.
The issue dissolved, and the dreams stopped.

The bottom line here is to understand that we have this dual nature and each one of us needs to first bring their inner enemy into our awareness and even try to befriend them.
The more this inner work progresses the more we discover that a unification process will then start outside of us,
in the greater collective.
Only in this way will the collective archetype of Satan be tamed and even domesticated.
It all begins with #1.
As above, so below.
Also try to ask yourself, can any heart be loving while it still carries a fear of Satan?

Thank you,,

Seems so obvious now, I feel silly for falling or beginning to fall for the oldest trick in the book.
The act of shifting my focus on myself and not my original intent has created a divide in myself, I get that, and if left
to grow coupd become a living nightmare.

Thank you again for pointing this out and thank God I have enough wisdom to see it!

Another great forum member once told me that to experience ones multidimensionality is nothing extraordinary, it just happens at different
times for different people.

I guess its just easy to get carried away, I will adjust my focus and continue my efforts while remaining WHOLE.

X

[Carmody]

Posted by Carmody (here)

Posted by Marianne (here)
Carmody, ya got such a way with words.

I was off helping my mother come to terms with her mother's death. Thought I slept in a bed that two people had died in while I was there, but my mother said no, just the room. The beds were gone. Ah well. too bad. Would'a been a good way to get some interesting contact.

My step-grandfather died in that room. One of the people, of the two.

The window is on the corner, a double one, on each side that faces south and east, right into the corner of the room. Thus, glass out from the corner, on each side, out about 4-5 feet.

His last words were, "Open the window, so the light can come in'.

It was done...then he died.

[Guest]

Yesterday went down the Mtn into the city to run errands. Deal with a little red tape which drives me nuts. When I was done with the business of the day I stopped at one those new vintage clothing shops to have a look around. The shop had a lot of artsy designed clothing and accessories all placed in color coordinated spaced kiosk displayes. All of the clothing was imported from China and a lot of it was made from man made fabrics. Which I would never buy.
The store was crowded with people and most of them were standing by the checkout stand. I picked up a pocket clutch purse with delicate designs on it and made in a simple fashion and out of cotton. Then everything in the shop stopped. The people were all frozen in place -looked like mannequins. It was completely silent. NO music either. I'm standing there looking around thinking what the in the world. Then all all of the clothing on racks and the stuff on displays lifted off, started to shake and slightly turn.
At that point I set the purse down, took a few deep breaths and made my way to the door. There was a roaring whooshing sound and everything settled back down and the people became animated again. And they didn't seem to notice anything had happened.
I immediately went outside and stood by a tree to catch my breath. I went home but not before looking through the window of store. Maybe a glitch in the matrix? Weird.

Today I am not leaving the mtn and going to work in the garden.

Love

Nora

[jorr lundstrom]

Well, at least its a beautiful place. LOL Still

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=2NmpbK2xmCY

https://youtube.com/watch?v=2NmpbK2xmCY


All is well


Jorr 2.0

[The Arthen]

ulli:

Endless boring maintenance is needed to keep the borers in check.

Absolutely.

[astrid]

Just woke up 4.44 am
Was dreaming of being in my new house
Only it was one I had just built and I meant just
by I had built it the night before moved in
It was on the edge of a forest and so romantic,
I was so happy and my dogs were chasing rabbits .
Such a smiley dream

[ulli]

Posted by astrid (here)
Looks just like my shed
And no I'm not joking

Posted by WHOMADEGOD (here)

Thank you,,

Seems so obvious now, I feel silly for falling or beginning to fall for the oldest trick in the book.
The act of shifting my focus on myself and not my original intent has created a divide in myself, I get that, and if left
to grow coupd become a living nightmare.

Thank you again for pointing this out and thank God I have enough wisdom to see it!

Another great forum member once told me that to experience ones multidimensionality is nothing extraordinary, it just happens at different
times for different people.

I guess its just easy to get carried away, I will adjust my focus and continue my efforts while remaining WHOLE.

X

What I can't understand is that I constantly slip back into duality myself.
But I'm working on it. Not the slipping back, but accepting those slips...
If I stayed in wholeness 24/7 there would be nothing new to be learnt.

So far today has been a wholeness day, except that one of my close friends in Barbados was hospitalized and is experiencing hellish pains.

[another bob]

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=ClkDvNEWKu0

[Carmody]

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by astrid (here)
Looks just like my shed
And no I'm not joking

Posted by WHOMADEGOD (here)

Thank you,,

Seems so obvious now, I feel silly for falling or beginning to fall for the oldest trick in the book.
The act of shifting my focus on myself and not my original intent has created a divide in myself, I get that, and if left
to grow could become a living nightmare.

Thank you again for pointing this out and thank God I have enough wisdom to see it!

Another great forum member once told me that to experience ones multidimensionality is nothing extraordinary, it just happens at different
times for different people.

I guess its just easy to get carried away, I will adjust my focus and continue my efforts while remaining WHOLE.

X

What I can't understand is that I constantly slip back into duality myself.
But I'm working on it.
If I stayed in wholeness 24/7 there would be nothing new to be learnt.

So far today has been a wholeness day, except that one of my close friends in Barbados was hospitalized and is experiencing hellish pains.

consensus reality, and about 7 billion other people are pursuing, living in, emanating, reflecting, etc..duality - as life.

It is thus difficult to separate from it when every moment of integrating with this reality...is all of that.

to escape it, one has to become their own concentrated small bubble of difference..and then..slowly, without touching anything else in any way...rise to the top of it.

To start, to clear the self, in the more effective manner...complete isolation is required. Then... the process can begin.

It isn't selfish, it is merely 'the way'. As the hermits in the caves can attest.

Note that those monks who hum along and have the animals and the birds follow them..that they are in a state of constant concentration. Constant. 24/7.

And the 'reps', as we call them, when encountered in the bardo or here, they disturb that concentration through the avenue they know works. Fear. Lust. Violence. etc.

Then, the trick that the 'seven league' (boots) monks, who hop across mountaintops....what they do. One is warned to NOT disturb them, to not break their concentration, as it could kill the monk.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=rZQjDgLJI7I

Never talking
Just keeps walking
spreading his magic

[PurpleLama]

Never talking
Just keeps walking
spreading his magic

If you replace walking with burning, you would have something remarkably similar to what I came here to post, now. I built the fire to end all fires in the altar, just now, and put a quarter pound each of frankincense and myrrh over the top.

Good ol' podunk magic.

Nora, that sh!t happens to me all the time. When I came out of the avalon closet on that fateful day when LS was fired from Charlie's cadre, I mentioned timelines. Time is on my side, I always say. It's mixing up more and more, for more and more people. If it happens again, stay with it.

[PurpleLama]

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=ZPmAub45fKY

[another bob]

Posted by Carmody (here)
To start, to clear the self, in the more effective manner...complete isolation is required. Then... the process can begin.

It isn't selfish, it is merely 'the way'. As the hermits in the caves can attest.

This high up, winter sets in early, leaves late. I have no complaint.

I liked the light, and so I settled here.

A small fire, twigs and dried grass – my few books long ago bestowed their kindling grace.

The lure of the unknown no longer coincides with some urgent need for reasons — that’s the business of knowing, and I’ve closed up that shop.

Stalking my own mortality like a light-hunting night moth, it is as I suspected:

I am what I’ve pursued.

The futility of all effort: when I turn around, nobody’s there.

Turning back again, I find myself everywhere.

The phosphorescent trail traced by a snail in damp moonlight, a map on slick moisture — my pilgrimage is revealed.

Though everything born is destined to die, a mysterious presence endures.

If you seek to align with it, you have already abandoned it. If you try to attain it by following others, you cut off your own legs.

Everywhere I travel, I always meet the same one, the one I am, yet I am not that one.

That one aimlessly breezes along like a curious wind through rustled pines, while I just recline in the meadow, caressed by the crickets’ lulling songs, sifting me into the oncoming night.

The perfection of this moonlight’s seduction does not go unsung by the awed nocturnal voices, now raised in a synchronous harmony no artifice of pious chant can equal.

Draped in luminous vestments of star-shine, the night slowly disrobes, remembers itself all over again, exactly as I recall myself, embraced by this lit vastness, opening to that same vastness shining within, welcoming all as the quicksilver memories of myself.

This self-remembering — now unmistakably clear with impersonal truth, then utterly letting go and forgetting that too . . .

Cutting off all my hair was easy. Relinquishing schemes of renunciation is a much steeper path to tread.

I came a long way to forget myself, forgetting the one who remembers.

Roaming this strange wide world from shore to shore, I must confess:

my journey may have been in vain, yet there’s wisdom to be found in failure too.

The road’s red dust still clings to my clothes, but merciful tears have washed my eyes clear of regret. I have always been grateful for water.

I lean back against the crumbling wall of a long-abandoned ruin, eyes brimming anew with sudden tears, now woven with the wind that swirls a blanket of cricket peace around my shoulders.

What is there left to say — so many frosted moonlit nights cascading now behind me, sitting here amidst chill mists, mystified by dawn.

[meeradas]

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=YLeI-pIALog

G'night.

[astrid]

I have too many "Big Bang" spaces and I'm having a really big think about how to contain my chaos into
a smaller area. Why i think a tiny house and a tiny workshop would be perfect for me.
If I was space limited, I would just have to be smarter, and more brutal with what I owned.

I'm sure i could get some local help and interest also, we have a pretty good building trade school here,
and also a very active permie group, and this would be of interest to both.

[Carmody]

Posted by Carmody (here)

Posted by Carmody (here)

Posted by Marianne (here)
Carmody, ya got such a way with words.

I was off helping my mother come to terms with her mother's death. Thought I slept in a bed that two people had died in while I was there, but my mother said no, just the room. The beds were gone. Ah well. too bad. Would'a been a good way to get some interesting contact.

My step-grandfather died in that room. One of the people, of the two.

The window is on the corner, a double one, on each side that faces south and east, right into the corner of the room. Thus, glass out from the corner, on each side, out about 4-5 feet.

His last words were, "Open the window, so the light can come in'.

It was done...then he died.

Oh yes. I forgot. It was the dawn light.

[ulli]

Posted by Carmody (here)

Posted by Carmody (here)

Posted by Carmody (here)

Posted by Marianne (here)
Carmody, ya got such a way with words.

I was off helping my mother come to terms with her mother's death. Thought I slept in a bed that two people had died in while I was there, but my mother said no, just the room. The beds were gone. Ah well. too bad. Would'a been a good way to get some interesting contact.

My step-grandfather died in that room. One of the people, of the two.

The window is on the corner, a double one, on each side that faces south and east, right into the corner of the room. Thus, glass out from the corner, on each side, out about 4-5 feet.

His last words were, "Open the window, so the light can come in'.

It was done...then he died.

Oh yes. I forgot. It was the dawn light.

Dawnlight...my favorite. I'll be awake just before dawn and Sunday dawns are the best.

[Carmody]

Posted by another bob (here)

Posted by Carmody (here)
To start, to clear the self, in the more effective manner...complete isolation is required. Then... the process can begin.

It isn't selfish, it is merely 'the way'. As the hermits in the caves can attest.

This high up, winter sets in early, leaves late. I have no complaint.

I liked the light, and so I settled here.

A small fire, twigs and dried grass – my few books long ago bestowed their kindling grace.

The lure of the unknown no longer coincides with some urgent need for reasons — that’s the business of knowing, and I’ve closed up that shop.

Stalking my own mortality like a light-hunting night moth, it is as I suspected:

I am what I’ve pursued.

The futility of all effort: when I turn around, nobody’s there.

Turning back again, I find myself everywhere.

The phosphorescent trail traced by a snail in damp moonlight, a map on slick moisture — my pilgrimage is revealed.

Though everything born is destined to die, a mysterious presence endures.

If you seek to align with it, you have already abandoned it. If you try to attain it by following others, you cut off your own legs.

Everywhere I travel, I always meet the same one, the one I am, yet I am not that one.

That one aimlessly breezes along like a curious wind through rustled pines, while I just recline in the meadow, caressed by the crickets’ lulling songs, sifting me into the oncoming night.

The perfection of this moonlight’s seduction does not go unsung by the awed nocturnal voices, now raised in a synchronous harmony no artifice of pious chant can equal.

Draped in luminous vestments of star-shine, the night slowly disrobes, remembers itself all over again, exactly as I recall myself, embraced by this lit vastness, opening to that same vastness shining within, welcoming all as the quicksilver memories of myself.

This self-remembering — now unmistakably clear with impersonal truth, then utterly letting go and forgetting that too . . .

Cutting off all my hair was easy. Relinquishing schemes of renunciation is a much steeper path to tread.

I came a long way to forget myself, forgetting the one who remembers.

Roaming this strange wide world from shore to shore, I must confess:

my journey may have been in vain, yet there’s wisdom to be found in failure too.

The road’s red dust still clings to my clothes, but merciful tears have washed my eyes clear of regret. I have always been grateful for water.

I lean back against the crumbling wall of a long-abandoned ruin, eyes brimming anew with sudden tears, now woven with the wind that swirls a blanket of cricket peace around my shoulders.

What is there left to say — so many frosted moonlit nights cascading now behind me, sitting here amidst chill mists, mystified by dawn.

And how every moment is filled with infinite sadness, patience.... and joy, an incommunicable zen of an answered parable.

How to reach another who is not there?

Only whispers, winds, hints.....to guide the way.

It is everything, it is nothing.