Dream Saturday August 1, 2009
At a park, top of a city block, my skateboard rolls down a hill. All yellow skateboard. Night time. I see the skateboard rolling down a row of parked cars on the left. I run down after it.
Someone for sure will take this if I don't get it, I thought as I collected the skateboard and walked up the hill.
Randene Neill is hugging me. She is wearing a purple pullover. I kiss her breasts. She says, "Now you have had a chance to kiss me, now you are ready to do what you are going to do."
I was at a gathering of Thais all seated on the ground in a hall. There is a table, there are rectangular shallow silver trays on the table. One food is, and I hear the word "cakes" looks like a taro cake, but shaped in a Toblerone bar, that is, trangular, long, and cut into sections, each section cut being a visible thin rectangle carved width wise all along the food, and this "Toblerone bar" was resting on a bed of dark leaves, banana leaves. . And there was one tray that was a pearl necklace and silver pumpkin seeds in a shallow pool of liquid; sauce.
"This was pilfered from the temple next door during their rituals." that was the exact wording.
And then looking at all the Thais seated on the floor on rows of bamboo mats.
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Dream, Saturday, August 1, 2009 4:30 in the afternoon
I was at the Glory Hotel.
I was staying in a room where there was the shortest of hallways, and then a curtain partition, and there was a piece of paper with something written on it,
I push it to the side and go into the single room of the rooming house.
I hear a knock on the door. It is Rich Stapleton, not real name. "Who is it?"
"It's Rich."
I go to the door and say, "Rick, I already decided that I don't want to contact you anymore."
I go back into the room, drawing apart the curtain.
But at some point soon after I leave the room, as I am in the hall. I remember that although I am in Vancouver now, I should be going back to Dawson Creek. I don't want to stay and live here in Vancouver.
I go to the second floor. I sense that a couple of people are pissing against the wall, their backs towards me. Mischievous. One of them is Rich, the one on the right. The one on the left is an older man, hippie with grey hair.
He turns around, walks towards me and he is holding his dick in his hand. Although it is soft, it is a long one, and whitish pink. I remember feeling disgusted, but thinking, zookeepers see the genitals of animals all the time, this is not surprising because in the spirit world everything is pure, heavenly, ie all breasts perky, and all cocks long. He said, "Walk me with and tell me about it."
I walk with him a short distance down the hall of the second floor of the Glory Hotel.
After a bit of a distance in the middle of the hall is a young, 22 year old Italian guy. He has shoulder length curly hair, young Italian face, and he is wearing a black T-shirt. He asks me, "What shirt are you wearing?" for a second, tapping my chest gently, inquiringly, looking at the t shirt I am wearing.
That's all I remember.
Interpretation: It does not take a rocket scientist to figure all of this out. And I have been reading Mary Ann Winkowski. I am only 1/4th of the way into the book which has taught me so much.
In my dreams I am visiting this Earth. This Earth is its naked fifth dimensional form away from the cloak or filter of this solid dimension, in this dimension of differing densities, solid, liquid, and gaseous. In the next dimension all things are the same density, that is holographic, and one can teleport etc. etc. etc.
The ones who are on this Earth are what is called Earthbound spirits.
Now the ones in this dream were decidedly snarky. They remind me of the stubborn self obsessed ones in an actual astral projection OBE that I had.
I visited my old hotel, the Glory Hotel, which a homesick traveller will oft do, and these are some of the Earthbound spirits that are actually now as we speak, hanging around the Glory Hotel.
Often ghosts appear young as in the case of the Italian guy.
"Paging Doctor Nick Riviera. It's the coroner."
"Oh God! I'm so sick of that guy!"
The Simpsons
Ghosts. I am so sick of them. I see them in my dreams all the time. I have seen hundreds if not thousands of ghosts and I have been studying my dreams for five years and seeing ghosts in my dreams for five years including those who have died, looking young and healthy, not sick and physically compromised.
Mary Ann Winkowski writes that she has been studying ghosts for fifty years!
See, James Van Praagh can see ghosts that have crossed over into the light, but not earthbound spirits. He has the enviable White collar job as those who have crossed into the light are kind, benign.
Mary Ann Winkowski can see earthbound spirits but not those who have crossed into the light. She has the blue collar grunt job, and dare I say it, shit job because earthbound spirits are snarky, and how can I put it gingerly, .....assholes.
You look at them, and it can be, "Oh you are looking at me, I look back at you." and "Who are you, impudent, that you can see me?"
I see ghosts who are earthbound in my dreams like millions of other people do in their garden variety dreams. I see ghosts, not from their point of view, although as one of them in their World. To put it this way, I have a ticket for an exclusive showing at an exclusive cinema of a 3D movie. Although I am one of the audience, I am not one of the others in the audience. I can see the same as they can and am in the same arena as they are under the same conditions.
You can too. Most people when they dream, are doing something like this. This is not a special gift. I just struggle to remember my dreams and I use memory stimulants like ginkgo biloba and also nutmeg.
Just from years of reading books I have finally more or less put two and two together, and surmised that this is what has been going on all along.
Oh yeah, one more thing. Word to the wise. Mary Ann Winkowski said that The Light that all spirits must pass through to go to Heaven starts closing about 24 hours after the funeral is over. The hole of light gets smaller and smaller until people can not pass through. Sometimes ghosts visit their friends after the funeral, friend after friend until they discover that there is no longer the Light for them. They are then stuck in the ghostly version of Earth, the same place that Yours Truly often visits in his dreams.
She did point out that ghosts who lost their White Light can go to the nearest funeral home and enter into another spirit's newly created light.
But she did point out that prejudiced people will, as a ghost refuse to enter the same light as a person of a different colour, and there may be a hesitation..... sigh.
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
A ghost. Doesn't it look like a ghost. A man wearing a suit with pocket handkerchief and neck scarf. He was gliding from right to left. <--------<---------<-----
In the field, no one is seen. But in the reflection off the glass of the painting in the living room, indeed two figures are reflected. These are ghosts.
Mary Ann Winkowski said that thinking about ghosts, meditating about them is enough to attract them. She also wrote that when she worked for the Ghost Whisperer, she noticed that ghosts from other sets were attracted to The Ghost Whisperer set just through the very subject matter, ie talking about ghosts!
I have ghosts around me from time to time, but I am an old hand at this. I am a major motherfucker. I also have guardian spirits around me.
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