Toning Up On Crossfit

November 13, 2018

In last night’s dream I am trying to get a friend to park his car in a certain space so that he can join us.  I’ve sent a friend to help guide him but he seems to be reluctant to park in the designated space reserved for him.  We are having fun and he is missing the excitement because he is still struggling to park.

There are indigenous people here amazonian people who appear scary and threatening but it is more of a show than a real threat but people don’t know that.  The amazonians seem to be my friends.  I have mastered the game and therefore am able to bypass the threats placed on my path.  As an on looker one might think it is dangerous this may be why my friend is hesitating in parking his car.

The effort required to stay alive is challenging.  It is like crossfit exercise.  I am able to do the track with ease.  It is strenuous but I am completing the tasks.

My friend calls me on the phone to tell me he is not going to be able to make it.  He has been unable to park his car.  I feel rejected.  While I have him on the phone I tell him that I have sent him help what seems to be the problem?  I am a bit disturbed.

After the fun is over I return to my home where I have a package that has been delivered to me.  The package is a box.  I open it to find a wire trace and toner.  It is one of those devices used to trace wires in the wall.  I am surprised because it is something I have been wanting.  I am pleasantly surprised because it is a high end toner with a lot of professional grade features.  The device is yellow.  I wonder if I can keep it since there is a part of me that knows I didn’t order this myself and it must be a coincident.

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September 8, 2018

Last night I had a very long and incredibly detailed dream.  In part this may be because I slept until noon because I’ve been down with a cold and trying to recover.  This gave me the opportunity to probe deeply into this night’s dream.  In the dream, I am at my niece Otiliia’s funeral.  I am there with my mom who is in a wheel chair.  My neice Otilia is named after my mom.  Right off the bat I am somewhat aware or dubious this can possibly be true because Otilia my niece is too young to die.  I simply accept the dream for what it is telling me. 

There are many funeral processions happening at the same time and since I’m not familiar with all the family members who may be present for the funeral I am unsure which party and procession we are supposed to be with.  My sister Grace gets in line at the reception where they are serving food.  Not wanting to go to the wrong line I sit and wait patiently with my mother.  Finally I decide to wonder over with my mom to see if we can find the correct reception party.  We stumble over one line that is clearly not our party.  Traversing with the wheelchair we are quite visibly intruding on their party. 

I finally find the line that is our family and it is very long.  My sister is standing in the middle of the line already able to get servings of food.  I think there must be a better way to serve all these people.  We stop where my sister is standing.  I can see her face clearly.  I am tempted to cut in the line where she is but I feel guilt and instead my mom and I go the the end of the line and wait.  

While at the end of the line I begin to ask myself how I got here.  I remember taking a metro here and I clearly remember the path I took.  I want to remember so I don’t get lost heading back home.  The steps and directions are clear in my mind.  I decide to look at my cell phone’s GPS to plot where I am.  In my mind I can see a map of my location but looking at my cell phone it is not the iphone X I have in real life it is a flip phone which doesn’t have GPS on it.   I’m curious about the functions of this flip phone so I begin to play with it studying its parts and how it works.

For a moment my attention is called back to the party where I see Maria my brother Paz’s wife who has a very thin waist.  I think to myself.  she must have lost weight because I don’t remember her being that thin.  My awareness then goes back to my concerns about my phone.  Again I look carefully at the phone.  The more I concentrate on the phone the bigger the phone gets until finally it is the size of a television but it seems to be broken because it has two disassembled pieces.  It occurs to me that maybe the two pieces are improperly positioned.  Head to toe, top to botttom there must be some rhyme or reason here.  I turn them over and am able to reassemble to two parts.  The two pieces fit like tongue and groove with each other with the now quite large keyboard remaining inside.  With the phone reassembled the phone becomes one within itself.

I try to figure out the phone in its new configuration.  I am playing with the screen and accidentally hit the panic mode.  The phone siren sounds off continuously like my car’s panic button. I can see the screen clearly which is quite foreign to me.  I’ve never seen a screen quite like this one.  I am finally able to cancel the alarm.   It then becomes apparent that in canceling the alarm the phone now seems to be responding to my thoughts as if it has sync’d up with my mind.  This awareness causes me a bit of confusion.  Wasn’t the iphone broken?  With that thought I can see my iPhone X in a distant place in perfect shape.  So I think OK that’s my perfect phone but there is still doubt in my mind with all the strange things that have been happening.  I question what is happening in the dream.

Now the phone in my hand is back to its small self.  Is this my real phone?  I look to the distant place and now see the phone in the distance place is broken.  It seems this phone has an affect on the distant phone they are somehow interconnected.  Now I’m looking at the broken phone with the knowledge of how to put it back together I fix the phone in the distance.   With the near and distant phones repaired I have the awareness that this is my dream phone which immediately triggers me to become lucid.  All the awareness of everything from this dream is in the present moment.  I start to wake up becoming aware that I am in my bed.  I gather my thoughts and recall what is important to me from this dream to bring into my waking life.

I faintly recall something about my partner.  Yet there was nothing about a partner in the dream.  The phone however had a partner.  I ask who is my partner?  In the distance I see the chest of a man.  The vision of his chest fills my entire field of vision.  I try to figure out whether this image is before me or in the phone because last I remember I was looking at the screen on the phone.  Am I in the phone?

The man before me is immense.  I want to see the face of the man.  Does this man have a beard like me?  The image begins to move.  He is a wild man.  A savage. I can now see the long wild lion like hair on his head and full beard.  The man also has twigs and leaves in his hair.  He is completely unkempt.  The image is a monotone color of brown black and slight shades of yellow.  I want to know more about this man, who he is. I also want to know the answers to the questions in the dream.  I don’t want to wake up without knowing my truth.

The image begins to move.  I see a river start to flow over his shoulders.  He appears to be standing in a creek.  There is mud flowing over him and becoming deeper and deeper.  It reminds me of those endurance events where the men crawl through mud.  I can see him struggling in the mud.  The mud gets deeper and deeper.  I notice the twigs in his hair have remained with him throughout his struggles.  I am captivated by this fact.  How could the twigs be part of this man.  He is now fully submerged in the mud.  The mud now becomes passive and tranquil.  I wonder for a moment what happened to the man when all of the sudden I see his twigs spring forth from the ground followed by his face.  Blue and lavender color begins pulsing from deep as leave and branches begin to emerge from his face.  Small wild flowers come into bloom.  His countenance remains forever present in the foliage.

I awake from the dream.

 

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THE BABY IS IN THE BAG!

 Kari Strand http://jpgmag.com/photos/3110860
Picture by Kari Strand

June 22, 2018

While on my first MKP Staffing at Claymont Court in Charles Town, WVa it was my first night there we had arrived on the 21st and as customary I was eager to have a dream to share in open circle this morning.  When I was about to wake up I remembered, don’t forget you’re bags.  My mind wanted to recover the dream but the dream interpreted it as my bags.  So I returned to the dream.

I re-enter the dream space to recover my bags.  Sitting in the the right side of an otherwise empty room is one of those grocery shopping bags you take with you to the market to avoid using plastic bags.  I rush over and quickly grab the straps of the bag.  As I turn I become aware of the walls in the dream which are constructed of flowing energy the energy is alive like colonies of ants withing bubbles that float to and fro across the canvas waiting their next assignment.  I recall my purpose completing my turn and glimpse the contents of the bag.  I am expecting to see my cloths and sheets and other articles from the weekend adventure but instead deep in the bad is a baby swaddled in a blanket sleeping.    The surprise jars me awake.

In morning circle I shared my dream and as I was sharing it the meaning hit me, The Baby is in the Bag.  It is quite coincidental I found this picture on the net with a baby boy in a King grocery bag.  If you are familiar with the work men do within Mankind Project you would know we look at our shadows and the archetypes of King, Magician, Warrior and Lover in mythological story of Iron John so the picture seemed PERFECTLY suited for my dream.

 

 

 

Power to Create

This is not a dream.  It was the letter I wrote to myself during my Mankind Project New Warrior Initiation Weekend back in March of this year 2018.  After much hard warrior work we were asked to write ourselves a letter which would be mailed to us.  I don’t know where the words in this letter came from but upon reading it now the words were so powerful I thought I would share it here as this is the work of spirit.

Dear Ruben,

     You are embarking on a major change in your life.  One that will move you inline with your life’s mission.  Don’t feel lacking or unprepared for what you need for yourself and those that rely upon you will be provided by the universe and your engagement in it.  Reach within yourself.  Get in tune with how you feel about what life is asking you to do.  Events are placed in your life specifically to guide you.  Listen with your heart.  See with your touch.  Act with your gut and move with the mind.

     Release all preconceptions and bathe yourself in the knowledge that you are not alone.

     You have already lived this life before you were born.  The placement of your soul in human form is a reprieve to forget for a moment who you really are and where you came from to prove that you always are, always will be pure limitless potential.  Reach deep into your creative self and draw upon the canvas that is your life.  You have the power to change the world simply by living your truth.  Truth is the most powerful force in the universe.

     If children are what you wish to have then seek it without reservation.  Know that you have done this before.  The wisdom of child rearing is already in you.  You are only as old as you believe yourself to be.  Radiate your youth from your heart and know that time is an illusion.  The only thing that exists is now.  Live the now to the fullest and time will be what you want it to be in the hear and now.  Savor it.  Worship it.  Become one with it.  All things exist in you and are projected out into the world by your truth and your desire to create.

Love

Ruben 3-3-2018