Here and Now...What's Happening?

[ulli]

Yep. The times they are a-changing....it's back to basics.

The first three verses of Baha'u'llah's revelation...
from the Hidden Words of Baha'u'llah:

This is that which hath descended from the realm of glory,
uttered by the tongue of power and might, and revealed unto the Prophets of old.
We have taken the inner essence thereof and clothed it in the garment of brevity,
as a token of grace unto the righteous, that they may stand faithful unto the Covenant of God,
may fulfil in their lives His trust, and in the realm of spirit obtain the gem of Divine virtue.


1. O SON OF SPIRIT!
My first counsel is this: Possess a pure, kindly and radiant heart,
that thine may be a sovereignty ancient, imperishable and everlasting.


2. O SON OF SPIRIT!
The best beloved of all things in My sight is Justice;
turn not away therefrom if thou desirest Me,
and neglect it not that I may confide in thee.
By its aid thou shalt see with thine own eyes
and not through the eyes of others,
and shalt know of thine own knowledge
and not through the knowledge of thy neighbour.
Ponder this in thy heart how it behoveth thee to be.
Verily justice is My gift to thee and the sign of My loving kindness.
Set it then before thine eyes.


3. O SON OF MAN!
Veiled in My immemorial being and in the ancient eternity of My essence,
I knew My love for thee
therefore I created thee, have engraved on thee Mine image
and revealed to thee My beauty.

[PurpleLama]

I love it when you talk holy to me....

[ulli]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
I love it when you talk holy to me....

I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to myself.
If anyone wants to partake, fine. But was about me.
I was processing a nightmare.
And added to that what you had said, and the sun flares,
and had to process some fears and also some real anger...
so those first Hidden Words usually get me functioning again.

[PurpleLama]

Taking to you, talking to me, a difference in appearances only.

Please, be at peace, my friend, be at peace....

[ulli]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
Taking to you, talking to me, a difference in appearances only.

Please, be at peace, my friend, be at peace....

Ok, I'm ready to share what was happening with me earlier.
Two days ago I had this nightmare...and husband woke me up because I was screaming
The superficial explanation would be to stay away from threads about sinkholes.

In this dream I had been traveling in a white mini-bus full of people (Villagers?)
along an asphalted road, in good condition, with blue skies and green pastures on both sides.
Suddenly there was a sinkhole in the middle of the road, and as wide as the road and as long as our bus. No way of avoiding it. So we fell in.

Next thing I'm alone....falling, falling...no more bus. The hole is perfectly round, with cement lined walls, and about 500 feet in diameter.
I couldn't see the bottom, and while falling found myself speculating if there would be water at the bottom, or solid ground, which would have meant certain death.

So by now I started screaming in my sleep, prompting husband to wake me up.
I never found out what might have happened. Raw fear was consuming me.
Then the next day I kept going back to it, thinking about it...especially the following night, wondering if it was just a release dream, or if it was a premonition of things to come.

In either case, I didn't have the emotional strength to to my usual, which is project what I wanted it to be. So I had a second night of unease.

Astrid kindly helped me earlier to get to grips with those feelings.
The planet at that moment was Uranus quincunx my natal Saturn at 150:00:00 degrees exact)
Uranus is the great reality adjuster...suddenly jerking us to wake up. All week had been upset, with family matters, ancient resentments, feelings of loss about my son and grandsons, jealousy towards my ex...that kind of stuff.
Self pity. The self plunging into the pit.(y)

When the going gets tough I get back to my religious conditioning, and although I can still get comfort occasionally from bible passages, the Bahai message has a more profound healing effect, as it is liberating to me in a more personal way.

[PurpleLama]

I won't be posting in any sink hole threads, most likely. But I will speak to it here. You probably realize, I live less that a hundred miles away from the sink hole of recent infamy. What folks don't realize, sink holes are relatively common around here, and only get more so as you get closer to the coast, much less in the swamps and bayou. Land raised and falls all the time, the water table being so high in this part of the country leads to this. Of course, this doesn't speak to corporate stupidities like drilling and fracking and what have you, but to some extent there is a natural process at work here, and nothing to be feared, unless you're trying to run up the ratings for your news agency.

I looked up my own transits and such, and it was all so negative, but aside from the work stupidity, turning the frame store into a fabric store, everything else is just getting better. I am finding more joy than ever in simple things, my family and my garden.

Night before last, I was in a shaft, concrete, lined with doors and windows and filled with light, and I was rising and rising, and I found myself entering into an apartment, and within I found myself in a relationship with a woman called Siri, and she was divine, a heavenly beauty, and the feeling of love in around me when I woke was intense, a huge comfort to balance the stresses of daily life.

I am now going to burn a candle for you, ulli. May peace find you and surround you and fill you without end. Your Bahai scriptures touch my heart as well, and have likewise inspired me whenever you have shared them. I thank you for that, I might never have known them, otherwise.

[PurpleLama]

Candle burning, a little bit o' podunk magic, coming your way.

[Carmody]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
I won't be posting in any sink hole threads, most likely. But I will speak to it here. You probably realize, I live less that a hundred miles away from the sink hole of recent infamy. What folks don't realize, sink holes are relatively common around here, and only get more so as you get closer to the coast, much less in the swamps and bayou. Land raised and falls all the time, the water table being so high in this part of the country leads to this. Of course, this doesn't speak to corporate stupidities like drilling and fracking and what have you, but to some extent there is a natural process at work here, and nothing to be feared, unless you're trying to run up the ratings for your news agency.

I looked up my own transits and such, and it was all so negative, but aside from the work stupidity, turning the frame store into a fabric store, everything else is just getting better. I am finding more joy than ever in simple things, my family and my garden.

Night before last, I was in a shaft, concrete, lined with doors and windows and filled with light, and I was rising and rising, and I found myself entering into an apartment, and within I found myself in a relationship with a woman called Siri, and she was divine, a heavenly beauty, and the feeling of love in around me when I woke was intense, a huge comfort to balance the stresses of daily life.

I am now going to burn a candle for you, ulli. May peace find you and surround you and fill you without end. Your Bahai scriptures touch my heart as well, and have likewise inspired me whenever you have shared them. I thank you for that, I might never have known them, otherwise.

Sounds familiar. The last 4 nights, off and on....I've been guiding people through the depths of the 'works'. The gutty-whuts, or basements of reality. The gearworks/machinery of the lower dimensions. As in, 'Today, we're going to show you the basement, and how to navigate it.'

[PurpleLama]

Yep, been a whole lot of that going on. This isn't the first time just in the last week that I've had the exact same thing crop up in my dream and another's. In this case, it's the concrete shaft.

[PurpleLama]

Now, rice balls. Mmmm.

[Carmody]

shapes, symbology, dream meanings, and so on. the basics of geometric function and shape identification as basic programming in the avatar. the good ole' "10,000 dreams explained" book.

http://www.nature.com/news/scientist...dreams-1.11625

Scientists read dreams

Brain scans during sleep can decode visual content of dreams.

Note, of course, that direct connectivity suggests that the opposite is true. That which can be scanned can be implanted. By natural means or by artifice.

And that the universe is electric and imposes that 99% of it's character (the 99% larger part) UPON and WITHIN 'matter'. And we are, as was once said 'bags of mostly water'. Water is mutable and is considered (by the more aware) the most potent solvent of all, and compatible with almost every element, as a solvent. And since plasma is the natural state, as is water a high mass plasma (when charged, even as a neutral fluid it has potential, as differential)..therefore.. our 'bags of water' are potentially a perfect conduit and two way antenna. and that DNA is superconductive,and well....we could go on here.

Basically, like disturbances (ripples) in a pond, the 'matter' of the planets in an immense charged field, blending with our bodies (send and receive as our own version of being a channel or conduit), energetically, thus astrology..thus lessons in life and time, visions, capacities, connections...and so on.

Suddenly... we can find our selves 'coming to' (wakening) to the fact that we are riding on and in a complex ship, wave and ocean..and gain our 'sea legs'.

The mundane doorway (avatar ascendant, angel of the dawn, and so on), or mask, can weigh us down with it's constant waking presence and cause us to forget, as time, this unidirectional flow.. and 'protruding awareness' wise, it is our main occupation and concern.

Listening to (random choice), as timing can be like that:

"You are television incarnate, Diana," he tells her, "Indifferent to suffering, insensitive to joy. All of life is reduced to the common rubble of banality. War, murder, death – all the same to you as bottles of beer, and the daily business of life is a corrupt comedy. You even shatter the sensations of time and space into split seconds and instant replays."

"Captain Webb."..by.. Baby Mammoth

Found on the two albums 'Swimming'..and 'Ebb and Flow'. On the 'Pork' label.

The universe and synchronicity is like that.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=k2l4Ak5VCJU

[Belle]

For over a week I've had no memory or feeling of dreaming at all which is rare for me. I think I must be, though, since I wake up tired and feeling like I've worked hard all night...but doing what?

I find the lack disturbing...

[PurpleLama]

I was debating on whether or not to do this, report this dream.  Two of our friends, Playdo and 1inmany, have heard it, and lotusblossom of course. 


Playdo reported a dream, some details of which were left out, and the same night I had a dream that answered his.  In his dream, there were children enslaved and abused in a "factory".

My dream begins, in omniscient perspective, and I am two children, a boy and a girl, and we are travelling uphill on a dirt road, up an old mountain covered with this incredibly tall forest of trees, and we were going to the "wizard's house". 

We arrive at the house, leaving out details not immediately pertinent, it was a modern-ish house, and entering the house we pass through a kitchen and down a hall to a den type room.  

We know there are spells all over the house for various purposes, and we know there is a particular spell on this pair of folding glass doors in the room, leading to a corridor to a very bright place, which we know as a library.  

We navigate the spell with some small light display, it's something that each of us knows how to do in part, but my perspective is of identity with both.  We work the spell and open the door, and we go inside, but my perspective stays inside the room.  

After the children disappear in to the light filled hallway, a being emerges, smaller than the children and with green skin and pointy features, with two clawed fingers and a thumb he very slowly shuts the door after looking around the room and not seeing me.

The next thing is more abstract, there is a circular white space, there is a serpent with one body and seven heads and seven tails, it is luminous reds and oranges and yellows, a very shimmering burnished gold and fire, living and intense, it's outer heads and tails curved away from center like some overly elaborate fleur de lis.  There was a sound/vibration that I have a hard time recognizing from memory, it keeps changing, a ringing bell, an electric hum, a buzzing bee, I can't really say.

I'm back in the house, exiting the hall through which we had entered, I'm single now, the male, in first person perspective, and I'm an adult.  I go down the short hall into the kitchen and walk over to the sink to gaze for a while looking out the window into the forest.  I'm thinking of my other half who is not there, now, and I understand that that part of me became the seven part serpent, that she-who is me-is now that.  I wonder where she is, where she has gone to, and in a blink I am there.

Now begins the overlap in earnest.  I'm outside this building I know as a "factory", identical to Playdo's dream. His dream ended with he along with his brother and his father standing outside, at a loss of how to help the children, and it ends with Playdo thinking of calling for help, and thinking of me.  Now, I am standing outside, and I know she has appeared inside, in giant form, filling up the floor in the central space of the building, and she proceeds to smash up the place, destroying the cells holding the children without harming the children inside, but setting them free.  

From the male adult me's perspective, outside again, I see children start pouring out of every exit, hundreds and hundreds of them.  

Most of them is carrying something in their hands, a t-shirt, which is very specific to Playdo.  After a little while people show up with armloads of the t-shirts, to hand out to any of the kids who might be missing one.  

Then the big black suv type crazy high tech vehicle, which has been mine in other dreams of mine and playdo's, and he and lotusblossom are inside and I hop in the back.  As we turn onto the road leading back up the mountain to the wizard's house, I tell them, in a semi-comical way " I have to tell you guys, I really am on the side of the monster with this one"  and I wake up.

[Anastasia]

It is 5 pm on a late Sunday afternoon in Rocky Point, New York.

I have approximately 50 trees on my property and the breeze is blowing throught the tops of them making a wooooshhhhing sound, nice!

They are mostly 4-5 stories high! I love them.

The Fall colors are brilliant here. It is chilly! Chilly for me; about 58 degrees.

There are blazing red bushes in the yard next door...not alot of yellows yet though.

All is well right now.I love the quiet. I lived most of my life in NYC, and never realized how stressfull it was. Or, maybe it did and just never thought I'd get out of that 'race'...But I have.

I do go back to the city every Thursday to visit my mother. We have a great time. We go to lunch and I take her to the stores since she dosen't drive anymore, she is 82, a beautiful, lively, lovely 82, I must say.

All is well.

Sending heartfelt wishes to all this time, whatever time it may be where you are.

Blessings,

sincerely,
Anastasia

[ulli]

Posted by Anastasia (here)
It is 5 pm on a late Sunday afternoon in Rocky Point, New York.

I have approximately 50 trees on my property and the breeze is blowing throught the tops of them making a wooooshhhhing sound, nice!

They are mostly 4-5 stories high! I love them.

The Fall colors are brilliant here. It is chilly! Chilly for me; about 58 degrees.

There are blazing red bushes in the yard next door...not alot of yellows yet though.

All is well right now.I love the quiet. I lived most of my life in NYC, and never realized how stressfull it was. Or, maybe it did and just never thought I'd get out of that 'race'...But I have.

I do go back to the city every Thursday to visit my mother. We have a great time. We go to lunch and I take her to the stores since she dosen't drive anymore, she is 82, a beautiful, lively, lovely 82, I must say.

All is well.

Sending heartfelt wishes to all this time, whatever time it may be where you are.

Blessings,

sincerely,
Anastasia

Thank you for that lovely description of your world, Anastasia.
My nearest capital city is San Jose, Costa Rica, and I do my best to avoid going there.
Here we never have autumn colors, but we do have the Poro trees which have red flowers,
and they bloom once a year.
Our property is in front of a fast-moving mountain river which provides a constant whooshing sound.
Not so much the trees, as we are at the bottom of a valley and wind hardly ever gets down here.

[Belle]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
I was debating on whether or not to do this, report this dream.  Two of our friends, Playdo and 1inmany, have heard it, and lotusblossom of course. 


Playdo reported a dream, some details of which were left out, and the same night I had a dream that answered his.

So glad you decided to share this/these dream(s)...my, that was awkwardly put! Two dreams? Two people, one dream? Playdo starts...calls for help...PL responds and the children are free. Gotta love it!

Thanks for sharing, PL.

[ulli]

Posted by Belle (here)

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
I was debating on whether or not to do this, report this dream.  Two of our friends, Playdo and 1inmany, have heard it, and lotusblossom of course. 


Playdo reported a dream, some details of which were left out, and the same night I had a dream that answered his.

So glad you decided to share this/these dream(s)...my, that was awkwardly put! Two dreams? Two people, one dream? Playdo starts...calls for help...PL responds and the children are free. Gotta love it!

Thanks for sharing, PL.

I just remembered that baby elephant rescue video Astrid posted...which had elements of all of our dreams.

[Anastasia]

Dreams

I used to have very deeply disturbing dreams.

They were very dark and included life/death scenarios, regularly.

The healing work I have done since the early 80's has healed much for me.

I remember a dear friend once explained that dreams were a way of feelings, ideas, thoughts, images working their way out of the subconscious.

That was comforting to hear.

He gave the analogy of a lake having air bubbles at the bottom...the bubbles represented the dreams.

He said that once the bubbles surfaced and popped the issued was healed!

The popping of the bubble was the releasing of the image.

Hope this helps a bit.

Your environment sounds lovely Ulli.

Sincerely,
Anastasia

[Marianne]

Good evening/afternoon/morning to you beautiful villagers,

I just got back from a nostalgic trip with my mom. It occurred to me that she hasn't been out of the house except to go for doctor appointments, for several weeks. So I told her let's go for a drive and look at the changing colors of leaves and she happily agreed. We drove through old town where she used to live, was born, grew up, got married, had children, visited her neighbors and family. She talked about the sense of community they had, and it reminded me of this village.

Anastasia, enjoy your time with your mom. Your home sounds beautiful.

Ulli, sending you love.

Here's a picture I shot of the sky as mom and I got home. A crescent moon in Capricorn amongst pink clouds. I hope you all like it and it lifts you up as it did me.

I'm going out for a walk; it's getting dusky, when the trees are in shadow and dark, but the sky is still light. A beautiful time of day, transition into evening.

Love to all,
Marianne

[PurpleLama]

All these hawt moderators running around. Then, there is Ilie and .