Wizard’s Pie

June 17, 2019

In last night’s dream I am with my MKP group at a retreat. There are many activities planned for the weekend. At the very end there is a ceremonial reception for the MKP Members and their guests. I walk into the auditorium thinking I’ve done this before so I should remember the routine but there is a laissez faire attitude about me where I am not really concerned about getting it right. I simply want things to unfold naturally without my input. Someone comes to assist the new initiates get to where they need to be. Since I am haphazard, I enter through the door where family, friends and other invites are to enter and be seated. I decide to help out with the initiates since now that I have entered through the wrong door I will have to make my way to the member waiting area so I may as well help them make there way to the secret area. I remember there is a door one can use from this side to access the other side. As I am about to escort the initiate through the secret door my cousin Jeanette appears unexpectedly. She is excited to see me and say hello. I pause for a minute to greet her and introduce her to the initiate. In doing so, I become aware of the ceremonial robe I am wearing which is my Halloween Cloak.

After a short greeting Jeanette retreats to the guest area to view the ceremony and I continue on with the initiate to escort him to the designated area where the members wait. Passing through the door we walk down a dark corridor. I reach for my cell phone so it may light my path and upon looking at it, I can see it is smaller and of a higher technology than the one I remember having in real life. When did I change my phone? I can not recall ordering a new phone so this must not be my phone yet it seems to respond to me as if it were my cell phone. Intrigued, I examine it carefully and think back to the last place where I charged my phone. It was in the member waiting area where we are going now. I will attempt to retrieve my cell phone and leave this one in its place as someone may be looking for it.

Now in the member waiting area, I look around for my charger and phone. Not finding the charger I pat down my pockets again for a second time and feel the cell phone in my right hand side. I reach in and retrieve the cell phone. Looking at it, It is in fact my cell phone. With the other hand I reach in to retrieve the other cell phone and notice it is now only the box it came in with the shrink wrap plastic.

At the end of the ceremony everyone is invited to take with them any left over food. I have a particular interest in the fruit pies. They must have been a big hit because they are pretty much all gone. I decide not to take anything back with me because nothing can substitute for apple crumb and peach pie.

~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

After waking up and thinking about the dream two things really struck me, the Halloween Cloak and the cell phone. First off cell phone always are an indication my guardian angel Jennifer is near by. It wasn’t until that thought crossed my mind that I equated Jeannette with Jennifer since they both sound similar. My mind went back to the first dream where my Guardian Angel Jennifer gave me a cell phone I can use to call her anytime I need her.

Here is the original dream when Jennifer first showed up. Taken from my book, In the Course of a Dream, Emmanuel For Love pg 97.

In Case You Need Me, Speed Dial 4 on Your Cell Phone

            I am at a county fair where we are guests at a hotel.  One of the rooms in the hotel has dining tables that are laid out with orange and red tablecloths.  Each table has a center piece that is garnished with pieces of dried fruit.  Adjacent to this room is an outdoor white cloth tent where they store fruit that they have grown organically.  Each type of fruit is stored in its own personal wooden crate.  It reminds me of something you might see displayed at Pottery Barn, except that at Pottery Barn they might be selling fruit scented candles individually packed in their own little crates. 

By force of habit, I take the bug spray and spray the fruit.  I am told that I do not need to do that because the fruit grown here does not have bugs.  I am thinking I might have spoiled their organic crop.  I realize my mistake and quickly discard the bug spray.  Far away in an adjacent tent, I can see that there is a black lioness who is giving birth to her cub.

            I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to awaken suddenly.  As I opened my eyes, beside me was the figure of an old bearded man who sat in a lotus position on my bed.  I instantly recognized the man to be Sri Yukteswar, who was the Guru of Paramahansa Yogananda, who in turn was the founder of the Self Realization Fellowship.  I was a student of SRF many years ago when I first ventured away from my Christian upbringing.  I had studied with them for about two years but never went through with their Kriya Yoga initiation.  It was through the lessons of SRF and their many references back to the Bible and other scriptures that gave me a renewed and fresh appreciation for scripture.  They helped me recognize God as one and the same across all religions. 

            Sri Yukteswar began talking to me about the universe and how the number of the universe was 4.  I could clearly see his lips moving but I heard no sound.  I laid there puzzled, wondering why of all people Sri Yukteswar.  I could understand finding Paramahansa on my bed but not Sri Yukteswar.   I knew very little about him other than that he was Paramahansa’s Guru.  He kept talking and talking and making facial expressions.  I kept trying to tell him in my mind that I could not hear him. 

“I can’t hear you; I can only see your lips move.” 

He would respond, “Yes you can.” 

I would tell him again, “No, I’m sorry but I can’t hear you; I can only see your lips moving.” 

He would patiently reply yet again, “Yes, you can hear me.” 

Looking back in hindsight, I realize that even though I did not hear anything audibly with my ears, I did apparently receive his message telepathically, otherwise how would I have known what his responses were and his message to me about the properties of the universe. I did not know how that bit of information would help me until much later when it became apparent that much meaning is hidden in astrology and numerology. 

            He finally faded and I rolled over and fell back to sleep.  A couple hours later, I awoke suddenly to again find him standing beside my bed asking me for the time. I looked at my wrist watch but since I was not wearing my glasses, I could not read the time on my watch.  Instead, I held out my arm and tapped my index finger on the face of my watch, indicating for him to look at it for himself.  He apparently did not want to make the effort himself to look at it but instead wanted me to tell him the time.  Knowing he was not going to leave me alone until I told him the time, I sat up in bed to look over at my alarm clock, which sat on the nightstand on the other side of my bed.  The digital clock read 5:45am.  “It’s 5:45am.” 

            This was the morning for sudden awakenings because for a third time I would be roused yet again and with magic and grace given a code by which I would confirm the existence of my guardian angel.  I had been in a dream where I was with a group of friends.  One of my friends named Jennifer had taken a special interest in me.  (In real life, I do not have a friend named Jennifer) She gave me a cell phone that had her phone number preprogrammed in it so that I could call upon her any time I needed her for any reason.  She then showed me how, by simply pushing a single button, it would autodial and connect me with her. 

As I was standing there with her, she pushed the button to test the phone.  In that same moment in real life, I awoke suddenly.  Without even thinking, I reached over to grab my voice recorder to record the details of the dream I had just had regarding the preprogrammed cell phone.  As I got to the part where I recorded, “….and she tested it by pushing the button like this,” my real phone on my nightstand rang. The sound of the phone ringing was captured on my voice recorder.  I did not answer it because it was too early in the morning so I assumed it had to be a wrong number.  I also did not correlate the testing of the preprogrammed cell phone with the synchronicity of my real phone ringing at precisely the same time. 

It was not until later that day when I went to journal my dream into my computer that I replayed my voice recording and heard the phone ringing in the background. Then the synchronicity behind it all hit me.  Mysteriously, ever since then whenever I have dreamt about my guardian angel and have gone to journal the dream, the message indicator on my cell phone would beep to let me know that I have a message.  It would beep at precisely the right time and not as a result of having been moved such that it had come into cell range.  

I did not know if my cell phone was faulty, but it could go the entire day and not beep at all to let me know that I have a message.  It always beeped at precisely the right time to let me know my guardian angel was with me.

            We are the fruit of the vine.  We are spirit having a human experience.  That experience can never adversely affect our spirit no matter what it is that we experience.  We are bug-proof. Our fruit may dry and be boxed away but our mother, the lioness, is continually giving birth to its cubs.

            Since that dream, I have learned from one of my spirit guides that Jennifer, whose name is actually Guinevere (which means “white fay” or “white ghost”), is in fact my guardian angel.  I have one spirit guide named Felicity who is around me all the time.  She reminds me of my older sister.  She has shoulder length straight hair and short bangs down to her eyebrows.  Her hair curls forward as it comes to rest upon her shoulders.  She has a signature trait of closing her eyes and softly shaking her head from side to side like in the shampoo commercials.  In the etheric world, her hair moves with great body and bounce as if in slow motion.  Every time I see her, she does her signature move as it has a way of pacifying me.

            As I am sure you might be wondering, I would like to share here how I came to know their names.  For a long time, I did not know.  I just recognized my spirit guides as nameless, simply having seen them before.  It happened one day in a guided meditation that was ironically titled, “Channeling Your Spirit Guides.”  While focused inward on my third eye in that meditation, I had a vision where my spirit guide came and did the little thing she always does with her hair.  I had my headphones on, listening to the guided meditation, and on the recording as if on queue it said, “If you should see any of your spirit guides simply ask them their name.” So I did.  To my surprise, I heard a voice say, “My name is Felicity.” 

Shocked, yet knowing I had to take advantage of this moment, I asked her to please also tell me the name of my guardian angel, to which I heard the voice say, “Don’t you remember? Her name is Jennifer and she is the one that calls you on the phone.” 

I had not equated Jennifer with an angel. In the dream she appeared simply as a person and not as an angel.  Recalling the memory of Jennifer from the dream and the times when my guardian angel had appeared, it suddenly rang true.  I had a moment of clarity and I remembered all the places I had seen her in visions and dreams and I knew Felicity was telling the truth.  She was the same person. 

Angels do not always appear in visions or dreams in their winged form.  They come to teach a lesson and will appear in whatever form necessary to carry the intended message.  One must look to the soul of the person or spirit to know who is there. 

~~~~~~~ END

As I read this now for the first time I am in amazement. It has been 10 years at least since I’ve re-read my own words from my book. What struck me were two things, the numerology and lioness having her cub. First I am currently unemployed trying to find a job. ….. SO HERE IS WHERE THE MIRACLE HAPPENED…….. the phone rang my cell phone and it was a job offer. I am no longer unemployed. I didn’t even have time to connect all the other dots. The coincidence that my original dream had the lioness giving birth to her cub and here I am about to have a baby in just a little more than 2 month. The fruit from the original dream and the fruit pies from the second dream. The initiates and the initiation into Kryia Yoga. Bizarre similarities including the phone call ushering hope that my Guardian Angel has not abandoned me at my time of greatest need.

And here I was going to translate this as simply message of faith. God has a greater plan. Well now I can say God definitely has a greater plan and a new job and that lioness is about to give birth to a little cub. AMEN AND AMEN!!

On the Mountain: The Other Side of Hope

May 30, 2019

This dream happened after I had already woken up in the morning had my coffee and danish. I was feeling very tired and decided to go back to bed. I didn’t think I’d fall asleep since I had a full cup of coffee. My sleep was very much on the surface and I knew I was dreaming the entire time. The things I saw were incredible.

In the dream I find a type of transport vehicle. It is a very small car made for only one person. The wheels are flat as the do not turn but yet they look like rubber. I open the car door and take a look at the instrumentation panel. I get in thinking I want to take it for a ride. The minute I step into the vehicle before I even close the door the vehicle starts moving at what seems to be an incredible speed. A part of me knows where I have programmed the car to go. It takes me to the top of a snow capped mountain. where on one side of the slope live a tribal civilization and on the other side is a the valley of hope. I come to rest on the dividing line between the two. I don’t want the tribal villagers to see me because I know nothing good can come from visiting their side of the mountain.

I scoot over toward the Valley of Hope but it is a very steep drop from which I must fall to arrive in the valley. Although I know I am dreaming my surroundings appear so real to me I have no idea whether I would survive a fall from these heights. A part of me doesn’t really care. This just seems a much better place to be. I know my destiny is in the valley of hope. I get out of my one man vehicle and take the leap into the valley. It feels like I am skydiving. It is a long descent before I will know if I arrive safe on the valley floor. The feeling in the air is of utter exhilaration yet there is a knowing I can trust in the process and I will be safe.

Along the way many things come into focus. I see things I’ve never seen before. As I am nearing my touch down I can see a welcome mat. It is made of a natural fiber like bamboo which is woven like a basket. The weave will provide a netting to catch my fall.

~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I recall sitting inside the little car which reminded me of a VW Beetle from its shape and given it was so small. When I sat in the bug I remember thinking this is what OB must feel like to be inside a one man vessel.

Sound Point Man

May 6, 2019

In last night’s dream I am on a construction site. I am part of a critical team of highly specialized workers responsible for construction of a building. There are specialized teams on site each assigned their secure locations to store their secret wares. Each team completes their tasks without knowledge of the other team. I seem to have some add on guest responsibilities requiring me to also act as a liaison between the teams. I can speak and talk to their point person. So I am familiar with where the point person is located but nothing more.

We have just completed building the ramp which the vehicles will use to traverse the site. The ramp is constructed with highly packed gravel. I drive my car over the gravel to test the structure. The structure is sound.

Crystal Award

April 13, 2019

I last night’s dream I find a suggestion box and in it is an announcement for a Good-Will giveaway. Someone has offered to give some old stuff away which belonged to an air force pilot. This pilot was part of an elite secret force. The items are high quality leather bomber jackets and memorabilia from his accomplishments. I see three jackets which I like very much. I set the jackets apart to try them on. I try one one then another and each time the guy who is hosting the give away reclaims the item as soon as I put it back down. I keep trying to tell him I have claimed them for myself. It is almost as if I am only allowed to claim what I can hold in my hand or wear. My attention is drawn over to a wall plaque with an award he received. The award has a symbol which is embedded in a crystal. I seem to connect with the symbol as having meaning in my own life. It seems I have a deep connection to the pilot.

Dream Drape

March 8, 2019

In last night’s dream I seem to be traveling to another planet. It is a planet which we are in the process of terraform. I wake up from being incubated for the flight. I still have a sleep drape which also acts as an invisibility cloak. It is how people are transported. I am one of the first to arrive as the terraforming has just begun. When I awake in the dream, I guess you can call it a false awakening because I am not truly awake in real life. What is surprising here is as I awaken I immediately recognize the process used to transport people. The invisibility protects you just in case you were to surface in a hostile environment. The threads of the invisibility drape conduct light and are multi-dimensional. It is how you pass between dimensions. The first thing upon arrival is the process of re-hydration. There is a clear needle that looks much like an orange peeler. It is a smart needle knowing exactly where to enter your body. I can see one of the other men on the mission who is also in the process of being re-hydrated. The re-hydration liquid is a silicon based material as it has an oily aspect to it. As I wait my turn for processing, I am very happy to spend time with the dream drape of invisibility viewing all the beautiful colors and peering into many many dimensions. It is so beautiful.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

This was a truly spectacular dream and so surreal. It felt so real to me as if it were just another part of my waking life. It seemed purposeful with intent. Makes me wonder if there is a place beyond the physical to which we return to and originate from.

Souls for Santa’s Shoes

January 16, 2019

In last night’s dream two story lines are playing at the same time.  I am at work and have given notice that I will be changing positions.  As I’m ready to leave, I am having flashbacks reminiscing of the times I have spent here.  In the flashbacks is where the story lines diverge.  The story lines are my work and my home life with Joe.  I am separating from both of them yet they share common elements.

I can see the work stations at the helpdesk where I sat for many years.  There are two stations, plus one for the supervisor that is off to the side and an office with a door for the boss.  I consider what my life would be like if I stay at this job.  I’m looking to gather my computer equipment to take home with me but I seem to be missing my monitor.  There is something I need to do on the computer before I leave and I am unable to visualize what that is without the monitor.  My mind computes what needs to be done to separate myself from my ex Joe.  I think back to the many days I spent in Miami.  I am trying to gather my things and account for everything.  The monitor was working when it was in Miami.  I reconcile with the fact that during these last years I’ve not been with Joe so it seems an easy decision to part ways with him.  I ask why didn’t it work? The thought comes to me it is neither here nor there but I am confident I will be able to access what I need without the monitor.

There is a little boy with me.  He is having a slumber party with a friend of his who he is trying out as a sibling.  I think he is considering whether he wants a sibling or not.  He tells me it was fun for the first day but that the baby sleeps too much so we should leave and go on our way.  Feeling this is an acceptable response I gather my things and ready myself to go.

I am now looking for my desk chair to take with me.  I reminisce back to the day I first sat in this chair.  We were making shoes, Santa’s shoes.  We were deciding which souls to put in them.  I can see the leather shoes Peter Jelen is stitching for me.  (I met Peter at the Green Man Festival one year in Greenbelt and he made some shoes for me.  I had him make the shoes with an ambigram of the word DNA.  The letters were cursive and read the same right side up or upside down.)  In the dream, I can see the red and green shoes he is stitching together.  They are still without souls.  I look around me for material suitable for the souls.  I know the material needs to be durable and long lasting because their journey is long.

444 A Passing Grade

 

January 13, 2019

This is a series of vignettes from a few dreams I had over the last two nights each on its own didn’t seem worth journaling but as a group may offer some insight.

The first dream which I hesitate to even call a dream because it was simply messages or affirmations that kept repeating over and over and over again.  Everything shown me was very exact, bound, deliberate, and determinative.  My fate or the results was crystal clear.  There could only be one outcome only one conclusion.  There was no ambiguity.  I’m sure there were images in my mind but they were not moving more like pictures or a report or summation of results.  What was shown me was not important.  What was important was the results. I didn’t retain any of the images I simply retained the message.  I somehow knew it had to do with the baby and what my life would become.  The result of my life felt very good.  There was conviction and power conveyed in the messages.  When I woke up,  I remember feeling very good about what I’ve accomplished in life.  It was similar to the feeling when you achieved a high score on a test.

The next day I had a similar dream.  I am given a grade a report card which reads, 444.  In the dream the grade is given to me for having dog sat for my friend Stephen.  I am staying at his house.   I remember taking the dog out for a walk and coming back to the house and noticing the dogs feet were a bit dirty but thinking to myself dogs are supposed to have muddy paws.  I remember looking around Stephens house and seeing him in his room asleep.   I walk into the living room with the dog and notice there are 3 pianos in the room.  I think I can choose to play any one of these.  Stephen wakes up and explains the grading system to me.  He says, the grade is determined by how well I walk the dog.

In the morning when I woke up, I’n my minds eye I could see two young men on bicycles.  One trailing the other close behind.  As the peddled they each would put there head down periodically such that I could only see their hair.  I remember thinking I wish they would look at me and then they did.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I looked up the numerological meaning of 444.

Repetitively seeing 444 is a blessing. Seeing 3-digit number patterns like 444 is a sign that you’re receiving divine messages from higher realms.  These angel messages are very important to you at this time of your life and they serve as clues or guideposts to help you along your journey. Because you’re `always being guided, have faith that you have total divine support.

Above all, when you see number 444 repeatedly, the Universe wants you to know that whatever you’re going through, you’re going to be okay.  Just remember that your guardian angel was assigned to protect you in all ways – so hold on and persevere, follow your inner compass that points toward the light, and you’ll get through this safely. That’s a promise.

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Shattering of the Universe; How Magick Happens

December 26, 2018

Last night’s dream was very cool.  I was watching Harry Potter before going to bed and I wondered if there was a train platform numbered 9 3/4 in my dream where magick happens and if my dreams have a school of Hogwarts for teaching magick.  I fell asleep with the thought.

In the dream, I find myself at work.  I am friendly with the guy who is the parking attendant for my building.  His company owns several businesses including several parking lots.  Since his workers don’t make a lot of money, he offers them investment tips.  On this day, I over hear him giving out some tips in the way of business news.  I then go about my business.

At work one of my coworkers is Marcus who is a very heavy set black guy who reminds me of the Marcus from MKP.  He is also gay as is Marcus from MKP.  In talking to Marcus, I notice his beautiful qualities and his inner potential.  Even though he is over weight, I help him see a bright future for himself.  In talking to him, something he tells me rings true with the conversation I overheard early regarding the business news.  Today’s news I believe Marcus can apply directly to his life.  Marcus is very excited and begins believing in himself.  He is loosing weight and is wearing a beautiful blue dress.  His hair is long and his makeup is done up nicely.  He likes dressing to accentuate his feminine side.

The next morning, I tell Marcus to meet me at the parking lot where I can introduce him to the parking lot attendant.  We are waiting just outside the parking booth for the attendant to arrive with today’s business news.  After he offers the news to his employees, I get his attention and introduce Marcus.  I stutter in explaining how he can possibly help Marcus.  My inner dialog doesn’t want to seem as if I am asking for his help under an Affirmative Action because he is black.  I want him to know I believe in Marcus and I think he can benefit greatly from his assistance.  As if to read my mind, the parking attendant tells me not to worry, he will help Marcus as I’ve indicated.  Excited with his approval I look at Marcus who now looks stunning.  I pause for a moment to see how Marcus has changed.  I think to myself, “I could really love someone as beautiful as Marcus.”

We walk together back to our office.  Marcus is very excited on his new prospects for the future.  I am happy to have been able to help him in this way.  A truck is driving out of the parking lot and down a road where there is construction.  He drives over a pot hole.  I yell don’t do it you won’t survive the fall.  His car splits in two and is swallowed up by the river that runs along side the road.  I tell Marcus he will have to pluck his car out of the river now.  Marcus and I continue walking.  As we walk, Marcus comes up with a way to apply this new knowledge to help the man recover his truck.  He is eager to help someone.  He comes up with a way to create a sonic boom.  The boom will fragment the Universe shattering it to pieces just enough for the man to recover his truck from the river.  The shattering of the Universe allows us to easily rearrange the pieces of the truck.

The idea works as the boom sounds.  The Universe now looks like a mosaic.  Through the cracks a worm hole appears and a beautiful lavender light comes rushing in.  I see and understand how magick happens.  I realize it is Marcus who helps me.