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is here now. This is the new home of that blog.
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http://dean-noble.blogspot.com
are my other blogs. A lot of my fans will have tracked me here already.
This is the new Dean Noble blog.
I can't get on to my old blog at all. A computer error shut me out. But that is the basis of a couple of books.
I would have to find a publisher to put my old blogs in paper book form. But let's face it, most blogs will never, ever be published in paper form.
This is just the start of my new blog.
I will start with posting my dreams, etc.
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Monday May 14, 2007.
Last night I dreamed that I was summoned to Court. There in Court were two Natives. To the right was a young dark haired Native man. To the left was an old Native with white hair and silver eyes! He looked kind of White, but he had reddish brown skin, and a kind of Native apple face. He telepathed something to me but I don't remember what it was. It was probably something to do with fighting someone I encountered earlier in the dream when I encountered a bully earlier and I was determined to fight him.
At one point I was sitting on a sports bench against a wall and there was another sports bench to my left and there was someone there who got up and flickered some money in my face and then went back and sat down again.
At one point, I remember typing and looking at a computer screen, a letter to the Police about the bully. At another point I was against some lockers and I remember putting up my dukes, ready to fight.
Seeing the Natives was the last part of the dream.
One day, I will figure out what all these strange dreams mean.
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Last night, I dreamed I was at the downtown Eastside kittykorner from the Carnegie. Someone was on a stage, Bob Sarti and others who were giving a speech. I decided to lie down on the floor to listen.
At a Buddhist temple, I was walking forwards and backwards my hands pressed together. I saw Supriti to my left. She had streaks of grey hair on black. "Do not come too close to the Buddha. Do not go too far away." Then I saw Roshi Koten. He was wearing black robes with a black cotton beehive headress. The black had these little hollow golden parameciums all over. Magnificent.
In the next dream is a row of steplike wooden houses with large square black wooden squares in the center of each house. I heard a voice, "We have many different dialects here in Spain and will cater to tourists who speak as many of these dialects as we can." Next to the right, there is a wooden sign with the words in large capital letters knife carved in bas relief, Commante Command, Meet, Matten.
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Dream May 19th.
At a beach in Chiang Mai. There was a beach chair that said, "BOW, BOW, BLOW*". A crowd of young Thais.
Then teleport to a Bangkok corner. A bunch of youths. A fat young girl with a tikka dot on her forehead and a vertical silver diamond line running halfway down the top half of her nose. She kisses another female with a friendly style Eskimo type kiss, rubbing their noses together. Deep kwam Thai. She said, "Meungthai, ya leum na, kah." "Don't forget Thailand," then the female honorific kah.
Then a bunch of multicoloured garlands, and the YouTube video is over montage.
I have this dream despite my avowals that I will never visit Thailand ever again!
* The first BOW means bow and arrow; the curvature of the chair resembles a bow.
The second BOW means to bow down.
BLOW means beejay which is street language for an act done behind closed doors which most males go to Thailand to pay females for.
I was at the pub. A lady was at where the dishwasher was. I walk past her, behind her, then I put my arms around her waist. A friend asked me why I was doing that? I answered, "Because she is cute like a baby." She is wearing a light green, olive green, khaki green, thin wool V-neck sweater and a white t-shirt beneath. She has a fat hourglass body. Voluptuous.
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May 21, 2007
Dream: I had a bullwhip made of a thin cardboard from a cardboard box strip. The cardboard was bent in segments. I used it, and at one point grabbed the handle with both hands held above my head snapping it back and forth. The dreams reveal things and it would have never occured to me to hold the bullwhip handle with both hand held above my head which in retrospect, is the safest way to handle it.
Interpretation: Things in the 5th Dimension; the dreamworld are more than they are in this dimension. If a person of this dimension can perform feats of strength, do multiple somersaults in the air, teleport in the next dimension, then a piece of cardboard can take on the strength and the prehensile tensile tenacity of a bullwhip!
In the next part of a dream, there was an aquarium that resembled a four poster bed. Within each of the hollow pillars was another mini aquarium with miniature angelfish, little algae eaters, a little prawn, a couple of little green crabs, and a couple of miniature lionfish each of these with a bed of sand that forms the ground base of the mini aquariums.
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Dream
May 28, 2007
I was at a Russian crowd that included Priests of the Russian Orthodox Church. Me at stage right, my back to the frame. There was a narrow empty corridor which I stood at the edge of,
I yelled, "Communists, socialists, collectivists, bosheviks, etc." or some historically themed words like that.
Later on, I was at a place and to the right, there was the corner edge of a brick wall. To the right of that was a ticket counter. I walked over there, a few feet away and a nightmarish fat face of Chairman Mao was there. He asked, "What are you doing in my country?" I walked back to the right where I was before. A spiritual guide, or a whoever was there and said that I should go back because he will give me money, but watch out, he will take some back for himself.
Sure enough when I went back there, he first dispensed some coins on the counter, a loonie and a couple of toonies. Then he gave me a small plastic baggie with a smaller white paper envelope inside which contained bills. Asshole, sure enough, he placed the coins that he gave me in a cup that was on the desk.
I walked away and I saw a customs agent, or railway porter guy who looked like the guy in the movie City of Ghosts who said, "Mr. Jimmy!" and then killed Robbie, the guy who he mistook to be Matt Dillon.
That guy said, "I want to look at your papers", which I produced.
He then said something really weird, he said, "There is a report that you are hurting Indian girls. My military will go to your room and search for evidence, and if there is, you will be charged $100."
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One day, I will splice my dreams together and develop what the Natives call The Big Mind.
Concentricity is only semi-relevant and semi-essesntial.
A thousand years is as a day, and a day is as a thousand years.
That is why adversities even if experienced for seemingly a long time, even if for years, is really at the end of the day, outside of the edge of time, all added together, if that adversity was assigned a colour would be a beautiful colour swatch in a fabric viewed in simultaneouty outside of time.
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NOTES
There are lines. The Thais call lines sen. There are blood lines and there are personality lines or spirit lines. Families are from the same blood line but friends are from personality and spirit lines. Often family memebers will never see eye to eye. In spite of them being related, they can never relate to one another!
There is materialism and there is perfectionism. Materialism is external. Perfectionism is esoteric. The Chinese are into materialism. And the Natives are into perfectionism which is a pitfall of Shamanism. Got to be like this, got to be like that. Got to have this, got to have that.There is also sexual materialism. Got to have fucked so many women. The way to freedom is to release yourself from all that.
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The beat goes on,
Dean Noble
