I am happy to move my post to this location ( which would make more sense) but I am not wanting to disturb a hidden meta-pattern in the matrix if it is not necessary. I think another thread is happening elsewhere. Please be aware of this so that we don’t bifurcate inintentionally.
Yes, Marco, I agree. I am writing this while sipping coffee, at my desk, and listening to rain, and aware of the stability of the familiar 3D orientation. The mood is serene, as I focus attention on this side of the curve which ‘I’ call ‘me’ and the other side of the curve which ‘I’ imagine as all of you in the discussion of our mutual project. This is already a complex thought form full of slip-streams ( lack of boundary) and so I am doing my best to communicate with a certain style that others might relate to.
I offer a dream report, using English language, not sure if any of this will make sense to others, but trusting we are doing our best to evolve language and mind through our experience from diverse sources. This happened last night.
After a few hours of sleep I sat in a chair and meditated for ten minutes. I returned to bed, on the right side, of body. I feel a wave, a buzzing, that comes and goes, and I relax, knowing from previous experience that this is a sign that I may enter the dream consciously and become fully lucid…attention is focused and relaxed…
I am aware of being in another space, lying down, in another bed, aware of many persons, who are invisible but friendly. I feel that it is like a research facility, studying subtle mind, with others who are doing the same. Although my physical eyes are closed, and the eyes of the dreaming person are closed, I can still see what is going on in this environment, where I synchronize different senses from different psychic streams. I make the om sound and notice that features of the environment change. On a wall there is a pattern of lights that converge and diverge as I chant om. I pause the chant and the lights stop moving, I start the chant and the lights create a consistent pattern of movement.
Then, feeling that I am in a safe space, I communicate to another person ( a male humanoid) and tell him in English," When my hearing is expanded I can hear other’s conversations at a great distance." He receives this communication without comment. We are doing some shared activity that feels like moving furniture around a room. We are in a community room, there is a floor but no sense of a ceiling or any walls. There are partitions, thin screens, that serve as a boundary, but these are permeable. What is far and close is negotiable. There is telepathic rapport with others who are not visible. It is much like a felt sense, non verbal.
What follows is a loose description, using English, in a standard way as I wish to make a clear report and maintain rapport but this medium is not adequate as these experiences are of a very different kind of reality. Please appreciate this is an aspect of our theme in class and that I hope this report is relevant for our project, not just a personal reverie.
I have a capacity to walk in a hominid form but I can also float. Body shape is fluid, I am aware sometimes of other’s gender, sometimes not. I am watching a man create an art work. Another man comments upon the interior process of the man creating the art work. The commentator is Richard Moss, MD, a mentor of mine, that I respect. In hear the verbal commentary by Richard as I watch the behavior of man. He is shaping an image, not of pigments, but using beams of light. He uses gestures and intention and the art work unfolds in stages.
There are beams of pink light and Richard tells me the artist wants to move the cones of pink light into an upward direction. The pink is in contrast with a background of dull colors. There is no boundaried canvas but is more like what we would call on earth an installation. but it has something of a painting and a sculptural form happening simultaneously and sequentially. The final gesture looks like a model of a giant cityscape, viewed from different scales. There are no human figures, it is highly abstract, but more like architecture than painting or sculpture.
‘I’ then am a humanoid shape dancing in a room where gravity is optional. I can float, bend, twist, and the feeling is light, joyful. Someone else is in the room enjoying the movement. A voice, a male voice, not recognized as my own, says," Soul" I sense the word designates the activity that I am engaged in.
Then he says," Citizen." And I enter a more conceptual framework, less about figures moving in a perceptual space but more about ideas. Soul is ephemeral, light, open and Self oriented…Citizen is more social, boundaried in rules and norms, earthy and Other oriented… I feel a subtle tension between these ideas as I oscillate fluidly back and forth across what feels like a curve in the pattern making mind that can separate with or without dividing…
And so return to the desk, coffee, rain, traffic sounds in Manhattan, writing this down and sending the message to my colleagues, hoping that some of this makes sense to others and that we can work with direct experience, as well as theories of language and mind, metaphysics, and aesthetic arguments. Much more happened but I am not able to recall it enough to make an adequate translation. And this computer is not behaving, as I have a hard time saving edits.
May the Force be with Us!