This touch, with intent . . .
“But right view also has a more immediate meaning, which is more literal (phenomenological rather than analogical). Here it refers to actually changing the way you see things.”
Holecek, Andrew. Dreams of Light . Sounds True. Kindle Edition.
Sometimes, its spontaneous, or moves through the interactive mode. It may be self-directed; but often, its the actions of a more intrinsic self, deeper level, smarter, with unique directions . . . not like I seen these before, or was trying to “create” a symbolism.
Emergent realities . . . one’s self, situation, redrawn within the perspective of this greater realm . . . extensions, incursions . . . one’s orientation altered through Intent.
So, that sense of a little self, separate, in the face of a larger overwhelming irrational mind, or separate from Heaven and in Hell, has been gone beyond. I know of “intent:” I’m much more solid than you think.
Freud spoke of two minds, and a symbol in between for we were afraid. I spoke of an abstraction, construct, a small meaning within a greater meaning, a way to evolve.
“ . . . he had deciphered the designs graven on the silver key. A gate had been unlocked–not, indeed, the Ultimate Gate, but one leading from Earth and time to that extension of Earth which is outside time, and from which in turn the Ultimate Gate leads fearsomely and perilously to the last Void which is outside all earths, all universes, and all matter.”
H. P. Lovecraft. Through the Gates of the Silver Key by H. P. Lovecraft (Halcyon Classics) . Halcyon Press Ltd.. Kindle Edition.
“Meaning-seeking is regarded by Frankl as both a universal primary human motivation and a unique human capacity to make sense of the world and create values/belief systems. To search for meaning is to seek self-transcendence, which means to step out of ourselves and serve something or someone bigger than oneself. “
Meaning Therapy: Assessments and Interventions, Dr. Paul Wong
Those pinpricks of light, not just a light, but an entrance into another space. One green, then a new mood and space. One blue, exquisitely precise new realm. There are these potentials now . . .
Another space, like a lighted underground lake. Entered a house with lights shining through all the windows. Another good space and feelings, when some dark being was grumbling next to me: I said, “Ok, I know, I need to get out of bed.” That made him be quiet!
This was one of those interactive dreams in which there was a deeper level of Self engaged in the activities: it was a further examination of that darker type. Like expert fishermen hauling in the net, we lifted this up this darker bag like container . . . as it was torn apart, a humanoid was released, alarmed, moist and darkish, though its face reminded me of a seal. I was at my higher level, since we seemed to now what we were doing, with this associate who was more of a teacher, guide.
There was the thought: “We have to take a closer look at your history” An image of a rectangular tunnel appeared, moving ahead, with a quick drop downward. There were these linear rectangular lights, on the median, in the front and the right. An image of a lighted boys face appeared, as he tore his way out of one of those bags. Then there was the presentation of a circular, lighted gold object, with sharp extensions pointing out on the left and bottom. Both halves . . . complete?
There was this spirit bumping into me, as Lee would point out, saying: “This is what I want!”
I started working on that “fuzzy” layer. It was difficult for me to approach this, wondering what I should do. It some ways, it seems close, like my own energetic fields: in other ways, it seems distant, as if I could focus upon its elements.
If I relaxed, like a meditation, eventually what it appeared like and felt like changed. It may seem like I’m in a certain more open space instead, not just a layer, with a different color, clearer, etc. This could happen in a variety of ways. Change is more possible for me these days.
There was the comment: “You always seemed so indecisive.” With that there was appearance of dirty yellow, faint, energy presence. Eventually, it was presented, as if something grabbed that field, as if it was a gigantic, solid pizza, or something.
There was a man in blue, like a ski-jacket, sneaking in from the distance. A part of me? For eventually, I became this other person, and was being more “manly,” if you know what I mean.
I was doing the relaxation before sleep, and eventually, I found myself in another state again, cleared up, different energy and color; but it was also a different aspect of me (?), like another person again . . . more like the younger one, as if I was transferred into being him, as I lied there.