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Archive for March, 2016

The DanceTuesday, March 22nd, 2016


I’ve helped to construct a very large framed structure made of iridescent metal polls. The shape of the structure is similar to a Mayan pyramid, half of an octahedron but flat on top, not connecting at a central point. From the centroid is a carabiner that I’ve set up. There’s another man who’s helped to create the structure and he’s looking for the place where he’s going to place his carabiner. We’ve had to work our way toward the top by performing other feats at lower heights, from different cross-beams. This last feat is at the very top.

It’s nighttime and the structure is surrounded by hedges, similar to a labyrinth. There’s a fellow leading a line of men who are dancing in and out of the hedges. The other man tells me that he’s unsure about the medicine of the person leading the dance but I tell him that I believe he has good medicine. His name is Chad. Still, the man has concern because he knows we’re going to be suspended from a very high height and it’s dangerous if Chad’s medicine isn’t strong. I’m supposed to suspend from my back and he’s supposed to suspend from his chest. I tell the other man to follow me, that I can guide him thru the hedges. I start out just as the dance leader comes around a corner and we almost collide because he starts to change his course rather than trust that I’ll be out of his way by the time our paths intersect but he eventually realizes the truth of the situation and is able to adjust his course appropriately. The other man and I continue on our course thru the hedges and finally we arrive at our destination which is out in a field, sitting before a large mound that’s been built over a long period of time, and acting as a divide between where we are and another section of the immense field. It’s now dusk out. There’s a mist in the air and we’re watching this mound change from simply being grass covered, to being covered with thousands of different farming tools, and then being covered with thousands of rifles and machine guns, as if we’re watching a long progression of time made to happen very quickly for our benefit, as if in a movie. Eventually, it disappears altogether. The man I’m with tells me his name is Paul. I tell him that it’s been a pleasure sharing this dream with him. He tells me that there was a woman who had the dream that we’re now in. As he starts to tell me about her dream, the field becomes misty as the sun is rising. There’s a tangible vibration, as if the our everyday waking reality has stepped up in vibratory frequency and there’s a feeling of a beautiful love that’s become the normal baseline vibration for existence. I see three buildings off to my left, one of which is painted royal blue, and I know that this is someone’s home. As Paul tells me of the woman’s dream, I know that her dream has made what is so.

Thanksgiving and JerryWednesday, March 16th, 2016


It’s 2 days before Thanksgiving and I’m driving by an airport on my way to meet you at work. There are wild turkeys flying in the sky. I meet Jerry at a very large industrial complex that looks to be a wholesaler to places like Lowe’s and Home Depot. Jerry’s working in plain clothes and wearing all black. We’re trying to talk but coworkers keep interrupting us. Someone has given me a motorcycle, a really nice one. A woman that you work with tells me she has something for me in her trunk so we walk over to her car. She gives me a bag and in it is a really nice black helmet whose visor is shaped like a porthole. Also, there are black leather gloves and jacket. It’s a nice ensemble. Jerry and I go back to talking but this very large gruff man who’s wearing a heavy metal shirt with graphics on it keeps interjecting. He has really long hair tied in a pony tail. We’re looking at each other like, when is this man going to go away?


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