http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/have you ever had this feeling that you are not sure whether you are awake or dreaming? (The Matrix)en-EUhttp://backend.userland.com/rss092http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/2c/3d12bd73d6c2f267c79ff99ed23f56_160x200.jpg <p>Here it is!<br> Skip2468, I dedicate this to you... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/elka_088_solo/3127346" title="elka 088 solo"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/346/3127346_84686990e0_s.jpg" alt="elka 088 solo" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2009/01/08/a-siberian-xmas-tree-5344018/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2009/01/08/a-siberian-xmas-tree-5344018/Thu, 08 Jan 2009 15:27:51 +0100 <p>hello all I am LOST IN SIBERIA at the moment oh goody!</p> <p>Well not quite as I, obviously, can get to the net but not too much.<br> It's NOT snowing, I assure you! in fact it's +34 C so everybody is welcome to wonderful sunny and sandy Siberian beaches (ho, ho, ho, but this time I am serious).</p> <p>Back end of July, love you all, enjoy the summer wherever you are.</p> <p>Alex the Flying Frog (it''s a character from a Russian fairy tale, I love this funny brave adventurous frog, but that's another story. If you need it bedtime, just ask... ;-) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/07/16/greetings-from-siberia-4454961/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/07/16/greetings-from-siberia-4454961/Wed, 16 Jul 2008 10:33:04 +0200 <p>A magpie is not an unusual animal, really. There are lots of them that are coming into the garden cos they live somewhere close. But for the last three days or so one of them was coming really close and landing on the back of a garden chair which is at the porch, a bit more, and it would start flying into the house! I decided not to wait this time and have a look at what The Magpie might have to say:</p> <p><a href="http://www.sayahda.com/cyc3.html">http://www.sayahda.com/cyc3.html</a></p> <p>Quote<br> Related to the crow the magpie is an intelligent and adaptable bird. Ancient folklore associated with the magpie suggests that when two or more fly into ones life good fortune is coming soon. Since magpies are opportunists and seldom miss a chance to get something for nothing those with this medicine should pay attention to subtle omens that appear in their life then act accordingly so opportunities are not missed. The magpie asks us to wake up and be conscious in every area of our life. </p> <p>Magpies are curious and have a reputation for steeling anything that they can carry away. They use whatever they find and teach us how to be resourceful. Magpie medicine people have the ability to succeed in life. Those with this totem are usually eclectic and able to draw on a variety of resources to assist them in their pursuits. Being able to adapt to different situations in a spontaneous way is one of the magpies strongest attributes. Those with this totem often find that their interests are varied which make master ship of any one thing difficult although not impossible. </p> <p>Magpies are extremely vocal especially in groups. They help those with this medicine learn how to use their voice to attract attention, attain desired goals as well as acquire respect from others. This applies only if this medicine is developed sufficiently. Otherwise the voice and its expression may need improvement for positive results to be obtained. Proper communication is one of the lessons that needs to be learned by magpie medicine people . </p> <p>The black and white coloring of the magpie associates them to the world of magic, prophecy and witchcraft. They know how to live within the light and the dark simultaneously and understand the pros and cons of both. Magic is symbolic of creation. Occult knowledge must be understood fully before it can be used in a beneficial way. Those with this totem have the opportunity of creating a new and better life for themselves once they develop their psychic gifts completely and use those gifts with pure intention and self less service. Past life ties regarding the misuse of magic are common amongst magpie medicine people. The gift of a new creation will be offered to you only when you are ready. When the magpie flies into your life, get ready, your about to embark into the world of opportunity.<br> Unquote</p> <p>Mmmm, good fortune and opportunities are definitely welcome! "Pay attention to subtle omens..." ok, yes, ma'am! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/06/06/magpies-landing-4279271/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/06/06/magpies-landing-4279271/Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:11:44 +0200 <p>All thru December, 2007 and a good part of January, 2008 I was seeing herons everywhere. In every turn of the road, in every field, in every brook there was a heron. They were definitely after me! I even wanted to blog it, and, what's more important, to have a look at Totem Animals to see what the message was, but for some reason I didn't. I did it now. Bummer, shall I ever learn!<br> <a href="http://www.sayahda.com/cyc.html">http://www.sayahda.com/cyc.html</a></p> <p>Quote:<br> The Heron:<br> ...<br> Understanding your personal rhythm and responding to it accordingly is imperative for those with this medicine.<br> ...<br> Those with this medicine have strong emotional natures. They feel things deeply and with passion. The challenge here is to keep passionate thoughts and feelings under control in order to maintain a balanced emotional nature. The advantage of this energy indicates the passion and ambition needed to complete tasks and accomplish goals.<br> ...<br> Herons stand out in their uniqueness and know how to take advantage of things and events for their own benefit. By observing the heron, its actions and its lack of action we learn how to perfect out personal flight through life. Herons hold a silent power, their grace, agility and majestic presence reflect balance. This balance is the gift they offer to all who choose to receive it.<br> Unquote</p> <p>'Understanding your personal rhythm', 'keeping passionate thoughts and feelings under control', and, generally, 'balance' were definitely the name of the game during that period! If only I listened to the wise herons!</p> <p>Ok, better late than never... If another unusual animal shows up I'll certainly consider what it has to say! (Unusual - I mean, not alley cats).</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/05/12/herons-talking-4162669/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/05/12/herons-talking-4162669/Mon, 12 May 2008 09:27:21 +0200 <p>Recently I translated Earth Chakras Volume 1(Robert Coon) into Russian, and for me, some things do click!</p> <p>1. Communication centre. Is there any other problem we talk about these days more than about the communication problem? Hardly. So, where's the communication centre? The Middle East! The poor chakra has been being battered for centuries, can it be the reason why there is so much misunderstanding in the world? By the way, Babylon is in that region, too. The prophets have been trying their best but too many words were falling on stony ground... Maybe we all should do some reiki and wish the poor communication centre to get well so that the divine word could be heard loud and clear on this planet?</p> <p>2. Sexual centre - South America! Well, well, well... passion crime, soap operas... but I don't want to go too far, just look at the way they dance there!</p> <p>3. The centre of Beauty and Immortality - Mount Fuji, Japan. Is there any other people in the world that have Cherry Blossom Admiration celebrations and The Autumn Full Moon Contemplation festivals? The Centre of Beauty - Japan. Definitely. </p> <p>To me, it does ring the bell. For more information you are welcome to have a look at <a href="http://www.earthchakras.org/">http://www.earthchakras.org/</a></p> <p>(don't worry, it's in English, not in Russian <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> ) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/earth-chakras-click-4139524/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/earth-chakras-click-4139524/Tue, 06 May 2008 18:35:11 +0200 <p>Here I am sitting on the porch and watching the clouds that for all they try don't materialize into the rain... and then suddenly something small comes flying from the neighbour's garden, bounces off the path and ploffs into the pool. Erm? </p> <p>My first thought: "Is it some unexpected gift?"</p> <p>There I go to see what has dropped into the garden, literally, out of blue - and find a walnut. Floating in the pool. </p> <p>I look into the neighbour's garden - nobody. Walnut trees? Nope, not that I can see. Erm... a bird flying over and accidentally dropping the walnut - with almost a scientific precision - on the garden wall which is about 4 inch wide? Well, that's probably the only logical explanation to that. Scientific precision, or pure luck, but I got the walnut! (should I do the jig, I wonder?)</p> <p>Now... a walnut. A walnut flower is "the remedy for changes" in Bach's flower remedies. There is also a Russian expression "a nut of knowledge" - meaning, if you want to get to the heart of the matter you've got to break thru some barriers - a shell, in this case. </p> <p>Hm... interesting... </p> <p>All theories on flying walnuts are welcome!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/05/05/flying-nut-4135575/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/05/05/flying-nut-4135575/Mon, 05 May 2008 20:35:10 +0200 <p>Hello all</p> <p>I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and we all could use more calm in our lives.</p> <p>By following the simple advice I heard on a Medical TV show, I have finally found inner peace.</p> <p>A Doctor proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started.</p> <p>So I looked around my house to see things I started and hadn't finished and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Shhhardonay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of vocka, the last of the whisky, hic, a pockage of Prunglies, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins, the res of the Chesescke an a bax a cholates.</p> <p>Yu haf no idr who gud I fel.</p> <p>Peas sen dis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov inr pece!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/04/16/inner-peace-4051787/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/04/16/inner-peace-4051787/Wed, 16 Apr 2008 13:31:02 +0200 <p>(That reminds me of the "Back in the USSR" tune... <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"> gosh, no!<br> No, The Blogland has nothing to do with the USSR, thanks goodness <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> )</p> <p>My blogging is in an inverse proportion to my work. The more work - the less blog, and the other way around.</p> <p>But I am still on this planet, and glad to have some respite!</p> <p>Cheers to all <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/04/09/back-in-the-blogland-4019932/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/04/09/back-in-the-blogland-4019932/Wed, 09 Apr 2008 09:45:33 +0200 <p>I was in my parent's apartment kitchen all frantic because there was some party about to start, people were about to arrive and I was nowhere near. Then my grandma who is actually long gone appeared, and then the other people start coming in. My uncles - and their daughter who died years ago. When she was here she was a street type, but in my dream she is looked like a real lady, very elegant. I thought "what a change, she got better after she died". </p> <p>Then some cousins or nieces (whose? mine?) show up and come to me with hugs and kisses saying "Thank you ever so much, you really helped me" - and I have no idea what was that great favour I apparently did to them, and, in fact, who they were, but I was just saying "Oh, I am glad it turned out well..." Then more people come, and somebody comments on the draught of air from my bedroom. I go there - and apart from my ex and somebody's (mine?) "cousin" see even more people (where did they have come from??), between them a kid who died some years ago, too. I ask him where he came from then - did he climb down a rope from his fifth floor or just jumped directly from the sky with a parachute? He starts explaining, and then I see that his brother is there, too, and think "It's not this kid but his brother who got killed in some gang fight". In the end I get tired and say: "Oh, look, I don't know who of you is dead and who is alive, and I am not sure it matters. But would you please help me to close this window because the draught is bothering people?" And the three of us do it somehow.</p> <p>And then a full blown fiesta was going on, and it didn't matter anymore - alive, dead, undead, not very dead, not really alive... who cares! nobody really knew anybody, but everybody was partying. </p> <p>The feeling? It was like being inside of some Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/04/08/dead-alive-dream-4014635/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/04/08/dead-alive-dream-4014635/Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:51:26 +0200 <p>this was supposed to be "a little 20-minute walk!" Gosh! Turned out nice actually...</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/mar08_ala_cueva/2456981" title="mar08_Ala_cueva"><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/981/2456981_a28981545f_s.jpg" alt="mar08_Ala_cueva" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/mar08_ala_rocas2/2456982" title="mar08_Ala_rocas2"><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/982/2456982_96209fb92f_s.jpg" alt="mar08_Ala_rocas2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/mar08_francesc_ala_charco/2456983" title="mar08_Francesc_Ala_charco"><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/983/2456983_280219f9f2_s.jpg" alt="mar08_Francesc_Ala_charco" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/04/08/this-is-what-you-get-when-you-mess-with--4014371/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/04/08/this-is-what-you-get-when-you-mess-with--4014371/Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:17:59 +0200 <p><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=WX_JfsWI8ds&feature=related">http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=WX_JfsWI8ds&feature=related</a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/03/31/bittersweet-3976962/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/03/31/bittersweet-3976962/Mon, 31 Mar 2008 21:19:40 +0200 <p>From Daily OM:</p> <p>Quote:<br> Small Steps To Big Change<br> Making Big Change Easier<br> When we decide that it's time for big changes in our lives, it is wise to ease into them by starting small. Small changes allow us to grow into a new habit and make it a permanent part of our lives, whereas sudden changes may cause a sense of failure that makes it difficult to go on, and we are more likely to revert to our old ways. Even if we have gone that route and find ourselves contemplating the choice to start over again, we can decide to take it slowly this time, and move forward. </p> <p>Sometimes the goals we set for ourselves are merely indicators of the need for change and are useful in getting us moving in the right direction. But it is possible that once we try out what seemed so ideal, we may find that it doesn't actually suit us, or make us feel the way we had hoped. By embarking on the path slowly, we have the chance to look around and consider other options as we learn and grow. We have time to examine the underlying values of the desire for change and find ways to manifest those feelings, whether it looks exactly like our initial goal or not. Taking small steps forward gives us time to adjust and find secure footing on our new path. </p> <p>Life doesn't always give us the opportunity to anticipate or prepare for a big change, and we may find ourselves overwhelmed by what is in front of us. By choosing one thing to work on at a time, we focus our attention on something manageable, and eventually we will look up to see that we have accomplished quite a bit. Forcing change is, in essence, a sign that we do not trust the universe's wisdom. Instead, we can listen to our inner guidance and make changes at a pace that is right for us, ensuring that we do so in alignment with the rhythm of the universe.<br> Unquote</p> <p>True for me, definitely... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/14/daily_om_small_steps_to_big_change~3726327/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/14/daily_om_small_steps_to_big_change~3726327/Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:33:34 +0100 <p>Curiosier and curiosier!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I found an article on Kenko Hoshi in the Spanish Wikipedia, but not in the English one. Guess what, Kenko Hoshi is not his only name!</p> <p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoshida_Kenk%c5%8d">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoshida_Kenk%c5%8d</a></p> <p>"Hoshi" actually means "monk", or "the one who teaches dharma (the right way)".</p> <p>Second, there are several versions of the translation of his book's title!<br> Quote<br> Although traditionally translated as "Essays in Idleness," a more accurate translation would be "Notes from Leisure Hours" or "Leisure Hour Notes."<br> Unquote</p> <p>I don't think you'll be bored looking for his book(s)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Also, if you have the chance, try to get a compilation of different old Japanese authors - including Sei-Shonagon. Very Japanese! I am reading it now (the same "follow-the-brush", <i>zuihitsu</i>, style) and enjoying it very much! Getting all sensitive to the colours of the leaves and the shapes of the moonlit clouds <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> Wishing you the same <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/kenko_hoshi_curiosier_and_curiosier~3711406/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/kenko_hoshi_curiosier_and_curiosier~3711406/Mon, 11 Feb 2008 14:38:15 +0100 <p>I am sorry <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I've found this:<br> <a href="http://booksinternationale.pbwiki.com/Kenko+Hoshi">http://booksinternationale.pbwiki.com/Kenko+Hoshi</a></p> <p>Some things never change, do they... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/08/kanko_hosee_correction_it_s_kenko_hoshi~3697361/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/08/kanko_hosee_correction_it_s_kenko_hoshi~3697361/Fri, 08 Feb 2008 12:10:49 +0100 <p>Quote:<br> No man shall enter a house that somebody lives in without any reason. But if a house is uninhabited, any stranger would walk in without giving much thought to it, and creatures like foxes and owls would gladly flock in there and make it theirs. And then demons and ugly monsters of the woods will come and live in that house, too.</p> <p>Another thing, look at a mirror: it has neither colour nor shape of its own. That's why it reflects anything that appears in front of it. Had it its colour and shape it wouldn't be able to reflect anything. Emptiness easily accomodates different objects within . And when various thoughts freely flow into our soul - could it be because we don't have a soul, I wonder? If the soul were a master of its house, we wouldn't have our chests tight with endless worries...<br> Unquote</p> <p>And now, ladies and gentlemen! A video to go with it!<br> (I know Mira has already posted it, but this quote and this video click so fine that I'll repeat it...)</p> <p><strong>Osho: A Spiritually Incorrect Guru</strong><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=6D7rWLzloOI">http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=6D7rWLzloOI</a></p> <p>Enjoy! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/08/kanko_hosee_house_of_soul~3697234/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/08/kanko_hosee_house_of_soul~3697234/Fri, 08 Feb 2008 11:44:22 +0100 <p>Kanko Hosee starts with:<br> "Courtier Tikamoto wrote Self-Laudation Notes consisting of seven points. All of them are about horse-riding art and are in fact nothing special. I decided to follow his example and shall write down seven points of self-praise, too".<br> Then he goes on about... horse-riding <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> the knowledge of calligraphy and Buddhist sutras, etc. Well, I'll follow his example, too <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>1. Sometimes I say things off-hand, without thinking, and they turn out to be true. In fact, this is the best way to predict.</p> <p>2. I told Mira to stop nagging herself for not doing things and to enjoy no-doing, and Mira immediately felt better. Didn't you, Mira? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>3. During Amma's program in Barcelona they wanted to make a dance to one of the 2007's hits. I was very busy all day and only managed to get to the rehearsal about 11pm. The girl was teaching since midday and was very, very tired. In the end I decided not to join the dancers because I was afraid to faint, so tired I was. But before I left I went to the instructor and said: "Oh, I just want to give you thanks - you were wonderful". She almost grew up and even lit up, in some sense! That was one more happy person <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> Sometimes so little is needed to brighten somebody's day!</p> <p>4. I can knit lots of various things and thingies. </p> <p>5. I have a strange capacity to calm people down just by being around. Call me "a psychic vacuum-cleaner" <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>6. If I am worried all I need to do is to roll my eyes and say "Om" a few times. Actually I don't even need to roll my eyes. Who can beat THAT? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>7. I still remember loads of songs and stories that I learnt ages ago, some of them in the childhood. I even remember songs in French that I learnt in the uni although in terms of speaking French I would be hard-pressed to say what my name is.</p> <p>In the end, Kanko Hosee says: "Truth be told, any child would easily answer these questions, but our ancestors used to take an opportunity of any trifle to lavish praises upon themselves".</p> <p>Well, in fact, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable praising myself, too, but... but yeah, why not!</p> <p>Anyone else wants to praise oneself? But there've got to be seven points (at least), no cheating! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/07/kanko_hosee_is_back_7_points_of_self_pra~3694686/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/07/kanko_hosee_is_back_7_points_of_self_pra~3694686/Thu, 07 Feb 2008 20:06:19 +0100 <p>Wonderful! Finally, I got one of my favourites - <em>The Japanese Prose of XI-XIV centuries </em>- here with me (thank you, parents!). </p> <p>I opened it at random and got this:</p> <p>"One day Meoon-dzasoo met a physiognomist and asked him this:<br> - Could it happen that I suffer from a weapon?<br> - Indeed, - the physiognomist said, - there are signs of it.<br> - What signs are those?<br> - A person of your position shouldn't be worried about being wounded. However, you have still thought of it, although only for a moment, and have asked me. This, as such, is already an omen of such danger.</p> <p>It turned true: he died stricken by an arrow". </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/07/kanko_hosee_is_back~3694430/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/02/07/kanko_hosee_is_back~3694430/Thu, 07 Feb 2008 19:20:23 +0100 <p><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=A9XbcyaJlTo">http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=A9XbcyaJlTo</a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/nice_clock~3654705/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/nice_clock~3654705/Wed, 30 Jan 2008 15:05:56 +0100 <p>This is the continuation of "Psychic Defence" <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I mentioned I got a good translation order hardly had I put Ganesh + citrine in the money corner. Right?<br> Well the job was a business meeting in a factory in Tarragona, about two hours away, and the clients would start early from Barcelona city. I live about 30 km from Barcelona so I agreed with a friend to spend the night in her house in order to be there on time. </p> <p>I got there in the afternoon to find out where their hotel was, did it, and then we went for a walk. We saw a gem shop and decided to have a peek.</p> <p>The shop was small and packed with all sorts of stones, the air was almost crackling <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> - I'd say it was a bit too much! I saw a shelf with citrine of all shades and sizes and picked one of them up - and then I immediately thought: "Hm, I wonder who had touched this stone before me and what state was this person in!" So I put it back.<br> The second we walked out of the shop I had a cough attack that lasted a good few minutes! Really impressive, I just couldn't stop, finally my friend said: "It looks like something has stuck to you in the shop!" I managed to squeeze out "I bet", did an emergency energy cleaning, and was shaking and rubbing my hands all the way to her house. The sensation was almost of disgust combined with an urge to wash my hands as soon as possible.</p> <p>At last, thanks God, we got to her flat, I finally washed them and did the cleaning exercise again. </p> <p>The next day went more or less smoothly apart from a couple of technical hiccups but fortunately for me I am not shy <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> - if I don't understand something I just ask for clarifications. Oh yes, on the way back we got lost in Barcelona... my bus (the last one for the day!) was leaving in half-an-hour and we were not sure where we actually were. But nothing happened, I managed to get on that bus, although it did cost me some nerves!</p> <p>When I got home first thing I did was to check the energy levels. The previous day I took a "good luck in business" stone with me, having checked its energy before that - it was 18. When I checked it again, after this adventure - it was 7, i.e. down more than by half! I washed it - and it got up to 18 again. The aura was damaged, too, although only slightly. A few mantras and frankincense aromatic sticks did the recuperation job <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>The epimyth: don't grab things (especially the things of power) as soon as you glance at them - at the very least, check what they make you feel before touching them!<br> (Don Juan, I take my hat off, yet again... you used to say it, didn't you?)</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/psychic_dirt_psychic_cleaning~3615645/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/psychic_dirt_psychic_cleaning~3615645/Tue, 22 Jan 2008 16:19:45 +0100 <p>I had a really nice Sunday. Went to Barcelona to see a friend (while my husband is away on a business trip <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> ) and it was one of those days when everything turns out well. Flowing. </p> <p>We were walking down La Rambla and saw an Indian shop, strangely, open on Sunday. I am a magpie woman, I like glittery thingies, so I had a look and got myself a little Ganesha. There was a tiny figure of a mouse on the statuette and according to the shop-assistant, "Ganesha eat - mouse also eat. People give food to Ganesha, not give to mouse. Ganesha has too much, give little to mouse". I thought that it was sweet and sounded good - generosity coming from abundance. My line, definitely <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Then we walked around a book fair and saw a stall with gems. Just a couple of days ago I had a look in a book about their properties - and there is was, a citrine, a gem that attracts abundance, too. Off it went into my bag.</p> <p>Then we had a lunch and a really nice chat. Everything was going smoothly - no queue in the caffee (it started forming when we reached the cashier<img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> ), bus coming as soon I got to the stop, generally, green light everywhere. Nice day!</p> <p>When I got home I put the two money attractors and benefactors in the wealth corner (according to fen-shui) - and they looked there just fine - I'd say they make a good team! I felt really good, literally, I was about to jump around like a rabbit. In fact I felt so good that I wanted to share it with somebody. So I went to the comp. </p> <p>And boom! there it came. A really low vibe email. And I physically felt my energy levels going down right thru the floor, even the room suddenly seemed darker. It wasn't an intended psychic attack, the person was just complaining but doing a very, very impressive job of it. </p> <p>I thought: "Stop". I closed my eyes, recalled the state of joy I was in just seconds ago, returned there, pulled a protective aura on... made sure it stayed... and started reading again. And the mail's vibes didn't affect me anymore! At all! I even answered in a very positive key, and the later reaction was something like "You always know how to calm me down". Oh, cheers, mate...</p> <p>I am posting this because I think that people might find it useful. If you want to read more about psychic defence, I recommend <i>You and Your Aura</i> by Joseph Ostrom and <i>The Psychic Energy Workbook</i> by R. Michael Miller and Josephine M. Harper. There are lots of books about energy protection in the world, I am sure, but these two are the ones I've read and am using.</p> <p>Oh yeah! Another e-mail that I got was a translation job offer - a rather good one, too. I thought: "Wow, this was quick..." <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> Ganesha certainly rocks! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/01/18/psychic_defence~3596277/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/01/18/psychic_defence~3596277/Fri, 18 Jan 2008 15:38:52 +0100 <p>When you go to a toilet on "big business"...<br> 1. Do what you have come for.<br> 2. DON'T flush.<br> 3. Say: "May all my problems go away with this poo!" (Define the problem(s) if the list is not too long - being specific helps).<br> 4. THEN you flush.</p> <p>Feeling better already? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/01/11/kakatherapy~3563265/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2008/01/11/kakatherapy~3563265/Fri, 11 Jan 2008 21:19:17 +0100 <p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDRId6QmNTA">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDRId6QmNTA</a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/12/24/felices_fiestas~3486897/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/12/24/felices_fiestas~3486897/Mon, 24 Dec 2007 16:55:06 +0100 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/socks_2/2188060" title="socks 2"><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/060/2188060_4d9693210f_m.jpg" alt="socks 2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>Nice, aren't they? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"><br> Knitting is my private practical - very practical! -meditation. But this time it was even more enjoyable, because...</p> <p>Last year I asked my parents to mail me all the wool inherited from the grandma because apart from me nobody from the family was seriously keen on knitting. Now, see those red unfinished socks? Once upon a time this wool was a suit (a jersey and trousers) that I used to wear when I was about five! Now it has reincarnated in the form of socks (five pairs at least)! I put some of them in Amma's shop and it makes me smile to think that my baby suit has started a new life and is now globetrotting <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/socks_reincarnation~3387288/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/socks_reincarnation~3387288/Mon, 03 Dec 2007 11:23:45 +0100 <p>Last night I dreamt of seeing some kind of a pipe hole in a wall and some movement inside. I saw a scorpion coming out! I grabbed an insecticide spray and gave it a good one down the pipe. And then... a little bird came out! A titmouse, poor thing, completely intoxicated, rolling its eyes and tripping at every step... I was shocked! It was sad but also funny. I said: "Oh my I didn't know it was you, sorry, dear... but why in the world were you sitting in that pipe?" I put it on the window sill hoping it would come around. Then a cat started giving it curious looks and I shooed it away. I thought that if the bird dies at least it would die high as a kite. But I think it came to its senses later and flew away.</p> <p>When I told Ed this dream he said: "Look whom you are hitting before you do it..." <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> Good advice! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/11/29/scorpion_dream~3369230/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/11/29/scorpion_dream~3369230/Thu, 29 Nov 2007 11:54:32 +0100 <p>I woke up in small hours and suddenly had this flash.</p> <p>I am a Japanese woman crying my heart out over a body of a guy on the floor and kissing his face.</p> <p>I was enourmously sad and more so, because he wouldn't let me do it when he was alive! He was a Samurai, you see - noble, honorable, righteous - but also aloof, reserved, taciturn, and all that Bushido!</p> <p>So I am sad, very, but also angry: "Is THIS what I was waiting for???" I am finally free to express my feelings - when he is dead, and precisely BECAUSE he is dead! MEN!!!</p> <p>The feeling? A centuries-old grief. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/11/23/a_flash_japan~3340111/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/11/23/a_flash_japan~3340111/Fri, 23 Nov 2007 11:28:05 +0100 <p>I am back from Barcelona with some lessons learnt! (I hope). But I'd better tell the story step by step.</p> <p>Episode 1. Autumn 2006, my first experience with Amma. I got into the program thanks to my sister-in-law who has been doing "seva" (humanitarian job) in that event for a few years, so I decided to try. India as such always attracted me anyway, and it seemed a good enough beginning <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> That time, a very close friend of mine was staying in the Middle East and would love to come too (I had sent her an article about Amma and her speech at the World Parliament of Religions and she was impressed). But she couldn't - the time and the circumstances and the stars were not right, I suppose. So I told her not to worry, I would keep her photo with me and it would be as if she were there, too. Good idea? Excellent, actually!<br> I got her photo and made a pendant of it - I hanged it on a thread around my neck, so she WAS with me wherever I went (at least on the astral plane <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0">. When I received the first Amma's hug... I just flew away. I think I was very much tuned into the wave, maybe I was expecting something special so the wishful thinking materialized... That may be, but it is not always the mind's games and placebo effect, is it, it was just... a very authentic experience. I felt like a baby very happy to see its mother although it doesn't even know the word "mother" yet. Just this... presence that made me feel really good. I went euphorical, and off to the kitchen, to peel potatoes and chop onions for the good of the mankind.</p> <p>I kept my mobile phone off the whole day. About 5 pm I decided to switch it on for some reason. I found out the reason about 5 minutes later: my friend called me. It was like I switched it on precisely to receive her call! "Oh my god I don't know what is happening, I am crying and laughing at the same time, hugging everybody, I feel so much Love!" I said: "Well... you got your first hug!" Then she asked me what time I got it -it was around 11am Spanish time. "I knew it! I knew it! I just suddenly felt it!" Mind you, I didn't tell her what time or day I was going for it. She just knew that I was going to spend a week in Barcelona in this event, but about the darshan (the hug)... you never know, it may be the first day, or the last, or not to happen at all. Whatever is happening there is "right" for some reason.<br> Anyway. So she felt the loving hug through thousands of miles, and I think it was amazing.</p> <p>Episode 2. Autumn 2007, Switzerland. Before going there I spoke to that friend on the phone and she mentioned a couple of mutual acquaintances that were in a rather difficult situation. A very difficult situation, in fact. I said: "Well... I can take their photo and see what happens (Amma blesses photos sometimes) - but you know, their case is different from yours. You read about Amma before, you liked what you had read, and were sincerely willing to come. You couldn't - but it didn't matter, you got a virtual hug. But they... I am not sure if they know anything at all about Amma, and maybe it is not their way?" (The girls are Moslems, and pretty conservative ones. Although they are charming). So we agreed that I would take their photo with me, yes, and let Amma decide. </p> <p>So there I was, in the darshan queue again - and consumed by doubts! "Maybe I am being pushy?" (I put the photo back in the bag). "But Amma's blessing didn't do any damage to anybody yet as far as I know, so why not?" (I took the photo out again). "But maybe it's my ego talking - 'I am so wonderful, saving the world here'?" (the photo goes in). "What's the matter if it is ego or no? they do need some help - at least some positive vibes, if nothing else!" (the photo goes out). The struggle was going on until I looked at the watch and it was 00:00 - so I decided that it was a "yes".<br> And when I was in front of Amma I gave her the photo - she looked with a lot of attention and kindness; and a compassionate smile - and gave me a nice long hug and lots of little kisses. So it was fine, in the end. My conclusion was that she was giving me green light to bring more people that needed help. </p> <p>Episode 3. Autumn 2007, Barcelona. There I am again - in the queue with yet another photo of yet other two persons. And doubting again whether I am worrying excessively about other people and should instead take a better care of myself! I mentioned Amma to those two, you see, but got no feedback. It was one of the cases mentioned in "Is It Time to Say "Oops" again?" post. This time, I got tired of wrecking my brain very soon and left it to Amma again.<br> Guess what? She didn't even look at the photo! I tried to hand it to her but she didn't pay it the slightest attention, just grabbed me (quite strongly, actually), I got my dose of love - and she was off to hug the next person. I stood up with: "Aaaaah... and the photo?" But the moment was gone.</p> <p>The feeling I got this last time was: "Alex, you don't have to bring me all the people that you know. You are here, I am here, and it is fine". And taking it a bit further, it goes for the communication (and in fact for lots of other things), too: if there is a sincere, heartfelt desire from the both parties - go ahead, why not. But by no means it is an obligation!</p> <p>I think it is a good idea. Listen to your heart first, then decide whether it is worth the effort.<br> Amen! (or should I say "Om"?) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/11/14/amma_s_leelahs_giving_receiving~3294696/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/11/14/amma_s_leelahs_giving_receiving~3294696/Wed, 14 Nov 2007 13:13:30 +0100 <p>Maybe I am paranoid but I see a strange pattern that I don't like at all... </p> <p>A couple of years ago Person A, still new to the net, used to write me about five e-mails a day. Then, naturally, it dwindled out to about 1 message a month, then even less. I would send the routine "Hey, is there anybody out there" and "Are you alright" mails. The answer was usually "Sorry, was busy will write soon x". Eventually I got sick and tired and decided not to bother wasting my time. Soon after I decided that a common friend told me that hadn't heard from A for quite a long while and was actually worried. I sent her a text saying the usual "Wonder if you are still on this planet?", got the usual "Sorry, have been busy, will write soon" - and then not a word for a few months. I thought that that was it and decided not to bother AT ALL. "You, lousy person - out of my List of Contacts!" (I didn't delete her address but I stopped writing). Then about half a year later another common friend told me that A had actually had an awful car accident and spent half a year in a wheel chair! I said: "OOps..." Later A wrote to me telling the story, and "Sorry, couldn't write, now I sure shall" and I said: "No worries, I am just glad that you are alive..." She does show up once in a while and since I am not waiting on her anymore I consider it a pleasant surprise <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Person B. An e-mail every day, then about two a month (which is rather normal). Then she tells me "I am off to the Xmas party (the 2006th one), will write tomorrow and tell you all about it". Two weeks later I felt that the Xmas party had been stretching for far too long, even if it happened to be a really good one, and wrote to B exactly this. No reply. "Are you alright?". No reply. I started getting panicky thinking about accidents (there are a few of them every Xmas night, aren't there) then I thought that I was wiring myself up and she probably simply doesn't want to keep in touch - what's my problem? I have enough friends, you know... In about two months she suddenly pops up in the net and tells me: "Oh, I've been on vacations, sorry for not telling you that I was going away". "Yeah, alright, hope you had a good time - although you did have me worried, you know?". "Oh, yes, I'll make sure to let you know in the future". That was the last I heard of her for about three months. I had some good news about a common friend that she used to be very close with, too, and send her an e-mail. Guess what? yes, of course - no reply. Then that common friend came to see me in Barcelona and we decided to text B and see if the three of us can chat. The text went off, and what do we get in reply? "Pray for me - I am in a hospital in for a cancer surgery!" At her 27 years! We looked at each other and said: "Oops..." Of course we did say a prayer and a few mantras and sent her lots of healing vibes. About a week later I decided to check on her and sent a "how are you doing, hope the operation went well and you are better?" text. You don't have to guess anymore - no reply. Ha. No reply for a few months. I said to the common friend: "You know, I think she's gone. The last message was 'I am in for the surgery' and then no connection forever and a day, what does it look like to you?" We wished her to be well wherever she was and said yet another prayer.<br> Half a year later! she shows up with a fwd: fwd: message of the kind "send it to 25000 people, if not, divine punishment". I said: "Oh... you! Well, welcome back to the world then, and nice of you to let us know you were alright!". The answer? "Oh, sorry, have been busy" %)<br> She is in touch, sporadically, but still. Again, I don't count on anything. I probably shouldn't be bothered either.</p> <p>Now there is Person C who, it seems, is repeating the same pattern. Lots of communication (14 messages on a good day) - a sudden short (oh, nothing, just a month) communication gap - then "sorry I am fine it's just that (blah-blah)" message, intense communication again - sudden dead silence again.<br> My pattern: I get angry at the first communication gap. When I feel sick and tired of people being lousy -this is when they show up. At the second communication gap I decide to throw the towel in for real - and this is when they get hit for real!</p> <p>Is this the case with the Person C now? Is it time to say "oops" again? I hope it is just my paranoia and this time we'll do without intensive care units! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I've just reread this post and I've seemed to be some kind of a controller to myself! I didn't mean to, honestly... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> I think I should actually stop worrying about people - I am not their mother, after all. If they need my help, let them come. If they just want to drop a line, always welcome. But I shouldn't be bothered about their well-being THAT much, everybody is in charge of their own life. Right? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/10/31/is_it_time_to_say_oops_again~3226249/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/10/31/is_it_time_to_say_oops_again~3226249/Wed, 31 Oct 2007 20:39:24 +0100 <p>(this one was a couple of days before the "karma dream" I wrote about yesterday - but I had it when I was in the countryside and there was no computer for miles around).</p> <p>I was with my ex sorting out... life experiences!<br> We were little kids, 4 or 5 years old, and "the experiences" were a pile of toys. We were sitting in some... well (?), it was dark and muddy but we didn't care (kids don't usually care, do they, they eat bugs and measure rain puddles, and then their mother scolds them for making a mess of themselves. And they are like: "Eh? But we had such a wonderful time!")</p> <p>So we were sorting our good and bad "experiences". "The ball is good, let's put it into the "good" pile. The cube... naaah, I don't like the cube, this was not nice. The cube is out! The pyramide? Yeah, it was ok, it is a bit dirty, but spit-spit, rub-rub, and there is goes, in the good pile..."</p> <p>Funny, wasn't it! And then in a couple of days I had the second karma dream, about having a lot of good karma and as little as possible of bad karma... I don't remember now, which pile of "life experience" toys was bigger, in the end? Erm... remembering my second dream saying "we don't have enough of good karma" it was probably not the good one that was bigger... oops... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/10/31/karma_dream~3222919/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/10/31/karma_dream~3222919/Wed, 31 Oct 2007 10:04:05 +0100 <p>This was a big fat leelah - a Murphy's Law one!</p> <p>The trip to Switzerland to see Amma happened very much on the spur of the moment. I was preparing for a driving exam the next day when Maria called all excited about going to Switzerland in their motorhome and asked me whether I would like to join. Since I had my head full of traffic lights, dangerous bends, coolants etc., and since the decision had to be made on the spot I said no. Then I put the book away and thought better - why in the world not, if the exam was the next day and they were supposed to leave the day after? It wouldn't matter anymore whether I failed or passed, it would be over anyway! But to dash off just like that? Yeah, man, as if you've never done it before... In the end I said: "Amma, I am really tired of wrecking my brain, I've been living submerged in doubts for a few months by now... If it is right for me to go now, please give me a sure "no doubt" sign!" The next second I got a "missed call" message - the missed call from Maria that I was supposed to get 2 hours ago but it obviously got lost in satellites' connections. I decided that that was a sure enough "yes" and signed up for the trip <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Before we left I asked Maria how we were supposed to survive for 5 days without a shower and she said that it was no bother - we could do it just fine in the motorhome, and get some more water on the way if needed. So off we went, gypsy style. And then the leelahs started!</p> <p>A few hours of journey later (it was an 11-hour trip, all in all) the water pump broke down. Water we had, all right, it just wouldn't come out... Since everybody in the truck (5 persons) are into signs, coincidencies, messages etc., all read "The Celestine Prophecy" and some are for a few years with Amma by now, we started thinking about what it could possibly mean. Then again, if one looks for a message every time one has a shoelace gone loose, wouldn't one go mad? We agreed that before trying to find some esoteric explanation we should check if there was any loose wire. Nope, there wasn't. Alberto (Maria's husband) was struggling with the pump for ever. No luck, or rather, no way. It just wouldn't start with no apparent reason. We were not getting it - surely Amma wouldn't like us to go around like Neanderthals for five days? But if not, what was the reason?</p> <p>The next morning Alberto managed to "shower" himself with 5 glasses of water. So, could the message be "you don't need as much as you think = waste less"? A fair enough message... but the pump was still out of order. </p> <p>The shower problem was looming big and tall by then. Luz, one of the Barcelona program organizers, went to the Swiss office to explain the situation and to check out whether we could use the sport center's (where the event was) facilities. The answer was a flat "no" - the showers were apparently reserved only for those that had the lodging reserved. Swiss organization, you see... no margin for an error! Luz came back with the report, all fuming (this woman is an incarnation of fire, it is not for nothing that her name means "Light" - a 1000V one!) and said more or less this: "Bah! So what! I'll do it anyway when nobody's watching!" Maria has a lot of fire, too: "What are they on about! It is supposed to be a humanitarian aids function, well, we are humans, too!" So them two were all blasting out Terminator style. On the other hand, Kusumita, who is a softer, more timid, watery type, and me, who has an enourmous complex about rules, norms and especially prohibitions of all sorts, were like those two creatures from Star Wars - I: The Phantom Menace: "Oooh, ooh, we don't know, why to look for trouble? Maybe Alberto can still fix the pump... it can end up bad... let's wait..." Looking back, I see a curious polarity there... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>The first day was okey-ish, the second was much worse. It was the definition of "Bad Hair Day", at least for me. I was seriously thinking of getting some scarf and going around Punjab style. I was sure everybody was looking at me and thinking "this woman is a pig" - but I was still too afraid to cross the red line of the showers (although I did check out their location, but the people who showed them to me were very edgy too: "I didn't say anything and you didn't hear anything - they are very strict here you see!" The tension was growing and so was the "need for a shower" factor. By midday I was suffering, by night I was agonizing. I got a hair band but little good it did, I am sure. </p> <p>In terms of the program, night is the time for the teachings and singing. Amma goes on a stage and talks about love to the world and everybody listens. It lasts about an hour. Everybody wants to get as close as possible but being close doesn't guarantee you a good view if, say, there is a big or tall person in front of you. But I was lucky to get a strategic position - I could actually see her in a little gap between two heads. </p> <p>So Amma was giving the speech, the translator was doing his job and I was just there listening and not getting anything because the translation was into German. I started drifting away in my thoughts that slowly turned into this: "Amma, you don't really want your children to go around dirty like pigs, do you? I'd be very surprised if you did! Please give me this chance, I don't want to go for your hug looking like a tramp! Well... alright, if I don't manage to get into the shower I shall accept it as a lesson in something else. I don't know what, maybe in not giving that much importance to the look? OK. But I am still asking you for the green light!"</p> <p>She suddenly turned this way. Could it be possible that she was actually looking at me? I am not sure. But then I suddenly felt a stream of energy filling me, I felt taller and bigger and generally stronger - it was some Star Track stuff, I have no words to explain. The two-days doubts were gone as if evaporated, I was suddenly ready to get up and go - right then! It was a very strange and completely unexpected change. I thought: "Alex, you'd better move now before you change your mind again" - but then it seemed impossible how I could have wasted so much time on doubts!</p> <p>Right. Then I needed Alberto, cos he held the keys for the motorhome where everybody's stuff was. How to find him in a sports center with about 2000 people there? Easy. I just had to turn my head, and there he was. "Hey, Alberto, let me know when you go there, I want to grab the towel" - "Oh, you don't have to wait, Maria is there right now!" So everything was pointing to "Do it - now! The door is open!". I flew to the motorhome (Maria was there, sure enough - could have gone out at any second or have taken a different route, couldn't she?) and marched back blowing myself up with determination. (Mind you, I was still nervous about finding some screaming Frau Rottenmeier there - we were in Switzerland, after all - but I was actually preparing a speech about the right of every being on this planet for a good shower! Now I was a Terminator to be reckoned with...).</p> <p>So I did it. In - out - and feeling civilized again! there was only a couple of French girls there but we only saw each other for a second when I was already leaving. Ooooooffff... what a relief... thank you, Amma! </p> <p>When I was through and back in the hall, I looked around and saw Amma's photo on some table - grinning from one ear to the other! Like "Look at you! Well, well, well, you did it, didn't you?" It was such an appropriate picture that I started giggling. "Well... yes I did it - with your blessings! Thanks, I knew I could count with you!"</p> <p>And the icing on the cake: the next day the pump was working as if it never went wrong <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> Maria opened a tap more out of habit than out of hope, and the water started coming out. She turned to us with her eyes and mouth wide open and said: "But this is a miracle! Look at this, the cables are all out, it SHOULDN'T be working!" But it was. We looked at each other and said: "It's a LEELAH!"</p> <p>So the three of them, Luz, Maria and Kusumita, had their showers in the motorhome just fine. In the end, it was only me (the one who was wrecking my head with doubts more than anybody) who actually did get to the forbidden showers... </p> <p>Switzerland was a "squeaky clean" experience... Let's see what lies ahead in Barcelona - and it's coming on soon! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/10/30/amma_s_leelahs_face_your_fear~3219650/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/10/30/amma_s_leelahs_face_your_fear~3219650/Tue, 30 Oct 2007 17:31:09 +0100 <p>Lots of people going somewhere with some purpose - it seemed there was some special event planned. </p> <p>I was with some guy (my ex, I think) and he wanted to embark on a journey. I was saying: "Look, we don't have enough of good karma to pull us through. Karma is like a car battery: if it is full, if there are enough of good things stored there then you can go wherever you like. But if it is empty, or half-full, you'll stop in the middle of the way, just like if you didn't have your car battery charged enough. So let's make sure, first, we do a sufficient number of good things, and then we'll be safe during the journey until we reach the destination. Or else, it is like an aerostatic balloon - good karma pulls you up, bad karma pulls you down. Before you think of going anywhere, make sure you have enough of good karma and try to get rid of the bad one!"</p> <p>Then I saw a white dove in the sky, like Picasso's dove of peace. The sky was cloudy, but the dove was brightly lit, as if the only ray of sun that was there that morning was falling directly on the dove. And somehow it was a comfort.</p> <p>Then I woke up, full of joy and with some chant in my head (I wonder if I was actually singing in my dream?) and the room seemed very light, in both senses - well illuminated and lightweight. Technically, it was about 2 am so it was not morning yet. But I was very happy and convinced that I knew everything about karma, it seemed so clear! I just knew it all. </p> <p>When I actually got up I couldn't remember all that global understanding that I experienced during the dream - I could only recall that bit that I've just written. But it is probably enough <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> at least for a time being. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/10/30/karma_dream~3217343/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://DREAMSBLOG.blog.co.uk/2007/10/30/karma_dream~3217343/Tue, 30 Oct 2007 09:43:41 +0100