June 5, 2017 (Updated 20 October 2017)
I saw Rep P. Ryan (R-WI), a practicing Catholic, on C-SPAN last night giving a speech at the Alfred E. Smith Memorial Foundation Dinner in NY. He said he “believed in miracles.” He also said that a lot of people are hurting tonight. That includes me. I’ve been hurting for many, many years, though. (I admit it).
Angels are mighty in power – much more powerful than humans- and they have super-human intelligence. They evidently can travel at tremendous speeds, far exceeding the limits of the physical world.
Psalm 103:20; Daniel 9:20-23, New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures.
It was not easy to respond with a “yes” to the Angel’s announcement; and yet she, a woman still in the midst of her youth, responds boldly despite not knowing the fate that lay before her.
Pope Francis before a General Audience in St. Peter’s Square.
One night around 26 to 30 years ago I experienced a lucid dream with visitory qualities reminiscent of the Pope’s announcement referenced above. If I were to give the dream a title, it would be River of Life. In the experience, I had come out of the woods and spotted something akin to a Utopian village of people, but it seemed like a place out of time. The water was still. The trees and grass were a lush green, and the residents were accepting and hospitable, but I felt as though I had to keep moving, for it was not an easy place to be. That was when it could be safely said that I was still young.
I had prayed in earnest and heartfelt solitude to St. Francis of Assisi for answers to explain the unusual nature of some of the experiences (such as the one described above) I was having while in the sleep state. Without being particularly religious, I decided to adopt the Prayer for Peace (which is nonscriptural, but succinctly and elegantly reitereates Christ’s wisdom) as a foundation for living because it seemed true. I’d thought that St. Francis of Assisi wrote it, without my having realized that it was written by an anonymous French priest in WWII and merely attributed to the early medieval monk. Copies of the prayer were scattered across America after the war, when it spoke to many hearts.
Making a Pilgrimage for the Canonization of Fátima Siblings
It was only after the Pope made his announcement that I realized that Lúcia de Jesus dos Santos had disguised herself as "Sister Maria" in my lucid dream (in April of 2017) described below. They say symbolism is the language of dreams. When Sister Lúcia was about the same age (in 1938) I was at the official end of the Cold War (in 1991), a massive aurora borealis appeared over Europe and was visible as far away as Gibraltar and parts of the U.S.
May 6, 2017
When it comes to interpreting what I get, the trick is not to try too hard, but to let it just come to me, like in this old photo.
Birds were said to have sometimes perched themselves on the shoulders of St. Francis of Assisi (b. 1181 – d. 1226), founder of the reluctantly admitted Franciscan order, who was peace-loving.
I’d known that the Prayer for Peace’s vision was something I’d have to continually strive for, but I really was young then. Was my own prayer answered? Ultimately, yes, but it was a process, much like aging grape pressings in a wooden barrel, without fermenting the syrup into wine, to make balsamic vinegar, developing character and a concentrated flavor.
April 30, 2017
About a week or so ago, a woman showed up in a lucid dream in my sleep. She said her name was “Sister Maria,” though she was dressed in civilian clothes. I never knew anyone named Maria before. She had medium brown, relatively long, thick and straight hair and looked to be about 30ish years of age. She walked closely beside me to my left. I asked her if she was the mother of Jesus. “No,” she said.
“Everyone should know someone named Maria,” I said. Then I explained to her that maybe I was thinking of Teresa, but she didn’t seem concerned that I didn’t know anything about her. All I know is, when I awoke I thought of Padre Pio, who was also blessed with the gift of prophecy, because “Maria” was supposedly the last word on his lips.
…In boyish dreams I used to travel over the sea upon a cloud; I tried to soar to fancied grandeurs, and then dropped down on to all-fours; but to its goal my mind was constant. Somewhere -I can’t remember where- it says that if a man shall win the whole wide world, but lose himself, all that he gains is only like a wreath upon an empty skull…
What charm, what inimitable and rich musical imagery! What warmth and passion in his melodic phrases, what teeming vitality in his harmony, what originality and beauty in the turn of his piquant and ingenious modulations and rhythms, and in all the rest, what interest, novelty, and independence.
Tchaikovsky’s glowing description of Grieg’s music resembles dreams, which tend to be poetic, big on imagery, and often dramatic. They can represent something in the depths of your being, or your subconscious mind, responding to your needs. They can be extrasensory. Interpreting them can help you in your waking life with problem-solving, promoting self-healing, and tapping into your creative power.
A repeating dream may reflect attempts by the process in yourself which endeavors to keep your mind and body healthy. Recurring themes such as running from something, looking for something, etcetera may suggest that a habit which is an impediment to your development needs to be overcome. It may be helpful to think of a dream character or entity as a resource or a representation of your unrealized potential and to ask it for a clearer message. If something unpleasant threatens in a dream, you may habitually try to avoid it by waking.
In my earlier years, I was periodically haunted in my sleep by an approaching tidal wave. I felt like I had to warn everyone. As it came closer, it became taller and more threatening, while at the same time, I woke up to a greater level of lucidity within the dream. I would still run from it, but it seemed I was running in slow motion and could never get away from it fast enough. It would wake me up physically because I was afraid.
One night when I saw the threatening tidal wave, I turned and confronted it by diving into it. I had made the conscious choice to stop running from something that didn’t want to take ‘no’ for an answer. The next thing I knew, I was riding the crest of it as though I were flying. By holding the idea that a troubling character, image or scene is a mental projection of an aspect of yourself or a reflection of a condition or situation which needs to be dealt with, you can move towards wholeness as each aspect of the projections is integrated.
Why did it require the bravery of an army of men to confront something from which I knew I would physically awaken completely physically unscathed? Stepping outside of the circle of social pressure to conform to the majority can require tremendous courage on the part of any single individual. Back then, for fear of worrying anyone or sticking out like a sore thumb, I was shunning a divinely-given gift. What I figured out in hindsight is that I wasn’t ready to accept it at the time. In hindsight, it might have been nice if I’d documented my experiences in a dream journal for comparison purposes.
While developing this blog, I typed ‘tidal wave’ in the search bar, and lo and behold, there was a WWII operation by that name, so I read about it. Then, history felt to me like it was coming alive. George Herbert Walker Bush (POTUS #41) was the youngest WWII naval aviator and the last WWII veteran to be a U.S. President. They called the naval pilots blue angels.
Posthumous Medal of Honor recipient Baker wasn’t one. How could he have been when he piloted Hell’s Wench? That’s not the reason. The real reason is that he was in the Army.
According to one female psychiatrist who was a guest one night on Coast to Coast AM, a possible cause of a repeating dream has to do with the theory of reincarnation, or memories of a past life. The theory is that some of us could be reincarnated souls who are here again to learn an even greater lesson or to bring to completion an experience from a prior life.
Some people have a theory that we reincarnate in our own bloodlines, or that we at least can. (Weiss). One night in early 2010 before going to sleep, I sincerely prayed to God for an answer to the question: “Is there such a thing as reincarnation?” I ended up having a lucid dream in which I had entered a country fairground in a field from a long trek. A man appeared beside me at the entrance, bent down to pick up a straw hat, and handed it to me. “You lost your hat,” he said. I hadn’t even known I’d been wearing one.
All I can think is, what red-blooded American lady wouldn’t be tempted to go flying with Frank, until I realized that I could’ve never done it. It would be like dating my father (who’s right about his age) and they were both from New Jersey. It would be like going with a family member. How do I know that Frank, a “big baby,” wasn’t volunteering to fill in for my father, whom I would die for? I hope so, because then my father could be spared any knowledge from beyond the grave that I feel like I’m having less than a wonderful life, but then I realized, that might be like robbing a cradle, wouldn’t it? I could never do that.
I didn’t recognize the man but felt I’d known him for a long time. There were people seated on chairs. They invited me to sit with them while they showed me their family photo albums. I didn’t recognize them either, but they were very nice to me. The man stood off in the distance. I yearned to be with him, but he slowly departed and faded off as he telepathically informed me, “You’re not going to find the answer in any book.” Then, I awoke.
I found myself later that year perusing an old family photo album to which I was lucky enough to have access. Maybe it was my father’s father. God knows I was nuts about him, but not overly demonstrative about it. Maybe it’s my other half in some kind of secret society of saints. Maybe the Popes are angels of sorts. Damn. I just know that when he departed and faded off, to me it felt like taking candy from a baby, with me being the baby.
Asking questions from primary or secondary sources can lead to greater self-understanding since who you are is in part a reflection on your primary formative influences and, indirectly, a reflection on those who came before them. Be leery of thirty-third hand accounts. Mind the rules but don’t let society or institutions and organizations alone define you. As you look back, take history into account too since all of us, at least in some small ways, are reflections on the societies and times in which we’ve lived.
Comprehending the meaning of a disturbing, scary, or even riveting dream requires objectivity: open-mindedness, a certain neutrality. You must be able to understand the entire message of the dream’s content without prejudice. This is accomplished by learning to see through your own subjective (personal) filters of perception. Sometimes it requires a courageous willingness to transcend the boundaries of your currently held beliefs.
“Our perception is based more on expectation and belief than on independent interpretation.”
The consensus amongst psychologists and sociologists is that we’re predisposed to believing what we fear, hope, or expect. We tend to believe what we’re preprogrammed to believe. Taylor’s book Mind Programming discusses at length subliminal advertising and the power of suggestion.
Technical experts in various fields, or highly-skilled specialists, have a tendency to rule out the unexpected. They become blind to it. Miracles are incidents we might experience which are unexpected, but they’re unlikely to be realized without a willingness to take a step beyond fear.
When WWI broke out in France in early August 1914, the 33rd Infantry Regiment of the French Army was considered one of the best fighting units in France. In late 1914, De Gaulle’s unit gained recognition for repeatedly crawling out into no man’s land to listen to the conversations of the enemy in their trenches.
Charles De Gaulle (b. 1890 – d. 1970)
People are creatures of habit, and repetition creates habit. Many people have been conditioned through the bombardment of advertising in the mass media by the science-and-industry-driven status quo to have such a healthy respect for the face of the unknown (since the research and development divisions of business conglomerates are continually seeking marketable practical applications of new technological developments to keep the explosive population boom from starving, rising up and creating mass chaos out of hunger), that they often automatically shun it out of force of habit.
America’s success has depended on the ability to innovate, which requires novelty. New discoveries must have practical applications to get funding. There’s so much competition for resources, which is why there exists such a bombardment of noise on the information superhighway. It can require a concerted effort to sort through the mixed messages and propaganda to become truly awake and aware. It requires not only a humble heart, but an open mind.
It’s not safe to assume that a repeating scary dream must mean there could be something wrong with you simply because you don’t understand it. This is why overcoming a scary dream’s recurrence may ultimately require a willingness to surrender to the greater wisdom of the ages rather than insisting on imposing your habitual mindset or narrow view onto it. You’ve been influenced to one degree or another by the marketplace, but you can work with the fear of what’s yet unknown to you by replacing any negative or self-defeating thinking patterns with positive ones by cutting through that spiritual materialism, sifting through the dirt to separate the lies from the truth.
There has been a gradual move away from a firm belief in the divine toward secularism in society, but this may have had its roots with the ancient Greeks and the philosophers during the classical period in the Age of Reason, when the masses stopped believing in cult gods and the divine right of authority to rule. Monotheism (the belief in one true though invisible God above it all) took root.
We live in an iconic society, as evidenced by statues and memorials of leaders who were considered to be great because they served as living examples of heroism for many while they were alive, but a word to the wise.
Without God, there is no virtue, because there is no prompting of the conscience. Without God, we’re mired in the material, that flat world that tells us only what the senses perceive. Without God, there is a coarsening of the society. And without God, democracy cannot and will not long endure. If we ever forget that we’re one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under.
What’s it like?
To be aware you’re dreaming at the same time that the dream is transpiring is known as “lucid dreaming.” It’s to experience a feeling of vastness beyond the limitations of the physical senses and boundaries of the everyday world, often resulting in an exhilarating sense of freedom. Lucid dreams can be cryptically colored and tend to be much more memorable than ordinary dreams, leaving a deep impression upon you, sometimes for years or even for a lifetime. To dream lucidly is to experience a wider knowing than your normal waking perception. It may be felt as a sense of “at oneness” with something that seems to lie beyond time and space, often accompanied by a feeling of profound peace or miraculousness.
What are the benefits?
Deepening conscious awareness in your sleep enhances your opportunity for personal growth. Instead of just reacting to your dreams, you can learn to proactively utilize the opportunities they make available to draw on the enormous reservoir of information from gathered experience and memories of the distant past. The newly found wider awareness may carry over into your waking life, having a positive “transformational” effect. Relaxation techniques (such as slow breathing) may aid in gaining lucidity, a heightened or expanded awareness and sense of connectedness to the fabric of existence.
Is the goal of “lucid dreaming” to control the unfolding of your dreams? Not necessarily. Many aficionados reason that since you’re the one having the dream, you must be the driver behind the wheel, but to make such an assumption contains the risk of interpreting a dream based solely on your desires and longings. Certain themes are universal to human existence in general, while many people within a given culture share similar hopes and fears. You might think you’re self-contained as an individual, when the truth is, you have a conscious awareness common to all humans.
You’re an expression, or facet, of the greater society in which you live, and in turn, of the larger universal cosmos. Acknowledging that you’re subject to, and part of, a higher order is not an overnight process, but by gradually opening your thinking to the world of broader possibilities, self-defeating ways of thinking are then replaced with attitudes which reflect the true nature of existence. Instead of swimming upstream, you can appreciate that you’re the product of a long line of ancestors who helped build our world.
Dream Masters and Warriors
What’s a dream master?
A dream master is continually lucid throughout sleep and is said to have achieved enlightenment (liberation) by having achieved a harmony with the ocean of consciousness or the flow of life energy.
Many people either follow (or turn to) old and established philosophies or religions to achieve a greater level of spiritual development. Some do it in the hopes of feeling liberated from pain or suffering caused by events or obstacles over which they may not have any control. Buddhism, for instance, is essentially a practice of self-mastery. We cannot control what others decide to do, but we can (with a disciplined mind) be in control of how we decide to let it affect us.
“A seeker of Truth. He will never find it. But the dimmest of possibilities–he may himself become Truth.”
Taoism is a system of thought with East Asian roots based on the Tao. The Tao denotes something that is both the source of and the force behind everything that exists. The ancient Chinese believed in divine realms.
What’s a dream warrior?
Only a few among the many have crossed the threshold to the frontier beyond their own conscious personalities. Dream warriors, having achieved a global awareness or consciousness, have learned to differentiate which dreams or aspects of dreams are unique to their own individual life circumstances from those dream images and scenes which don’t have anything to do with themselves directly or personally.
At some point, they consciously completely submit their self-wills to serving a God greater than themselves. It is one who has made itself known to them from their earliest recollections. Dream warriors have extraordinary God-given birthrights. They’re predestined at birth to achieve totality. Totality is like the combination of the yin and the yang. Dream warriors have taken a vow. Pope Francis, for instance, publicly stated he took a vow to the Virgin of Carmen not to watch television. The pontiff has the unique position of looking out for many people and watching TV can “make time fly.”
(Like my pun)? If not, the Pope might like this one if he hasn’t already seen it. I saw it on TCM, but it can also be viewed on YouTube (which isn’t television).
I trust that the Pope’s virgin eyes and ears can handle it (that the film contains the “bare assed ones”).
The Pontiff was young once too.
If the director and the mister haven’t seen it, I bet those two veteran sailors would cringe like I did during one scene. It has to do with a man with a dream and making hope float. In my very humble opinion, the film’s humor could be no drier. It’s so believable, and yet unbelievable.
The two non-clergy have probably seen it, but if not, then they don’t know what they’re missing. (Don’t worry, Mr. Director. I’m sure you possess a human element, but let me ashore you. You’ll need no rubber).
At any rate, the namesakes of dream warriors are miraculously revealed to them some point in their lives. It’s what speaks to them on the inside. At some point in their journeys, warriors come to realize their patronages, or followings. In fact, they achieve an ever more perfected state of awareness through a process of self-development which occurs over their lifetimes. I stumbled upon Saint Teresa of Ávila back in 2012 when I developed a blog entitled 2012 with 2020 vision, since deleted (it was good, though). She was alive at the birth of the Modern Age during the adoption of the Gregorian calendar.
I was “looking for clues,” so I dabbled in calendar history, but also looked into ancient mythology. To do that, I had to dabble in basic astronomy to understand the time zones and daylight savings time, as well as the movement of the solar system in the universe (it’s always moving!) since the science of time has been so revolutionized. I gained a deeper appreciation of what the ancients went through. I even analyzed an image of an ancient Mayan artifact. The rain god. He ruled.
The whole year passed. I’m not the first. Others have done it. My pockets grew poorer, but I was richer for it on the inside for the experience. (Hey, these icons became my ‘friends’). It could be argued little old me became eclectic…that year.
The reason I remembered Saint Teresa of Ávila is because she believed that there were “four stages of ascension.” I thought to myself, what would she know? I don’t know, because I never read her Autobiography. All I could think was…
He who does not know, and does not know that he does not know, he is a fool. Shun him.
He who does not know, and knows that he does not know, he is simple. Teach him.
He who knows, but does not know that he does not know, he is asleep. Awaken him.
He who knows, and knows that he knows, he is wise. Follow him.
I don’t use it as a basis for living (which would be the prayer, an ideal for me). However, that famous four-fold path can come in handy when looking at potentials. Realistically, my belief system is a creed.
I believe in the Sun even when it is not shining. I believe in Love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent.
Old Irish blessing
When I found this one years ago, it was the shoe that fit, so I wore it. I had “blanket permission.” Faith was never my gift, but I’ve always believed in a real God. The supernatural has to be lived to be believed. Old Irish blessings seem to be the only things that ever worked for me, and I’m still here. Not all of them have worked for me yet, but I’m still here. I just cracked a dry joke (albeit a very dry one). This particular blessing has something to do with the luck of the Irish, or hope. When you’re out of luck, indulge your sense of humor. They say God has one. Laughter is the best medicine, and life can be ironic. It worked for me.
By blossoming in the garden of your dreams, depending upon your talent and motivation, you can achieve full self-realization and experience the corresponding unconditional bliss of a perfect union with the source of all that is (which many call God), from which all that one is, arises.
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Page originally published October 12, 2013 (Updated 17 October 2017)