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Carl Jung wrote, "The hero who overcomes the dragon brings into existence again all the ancestors, crops, and even whole nations that have been eaten by time."
I've shared this next story in several of my books about my dialogue with something invisible when I was 5 years old, while sitting on my bed one night...Was it a dream? Maybe. Anyway, this is what happened: A being showed me a series of holographic (and this was in the early 1970's when I didn't even know what a hologram was) images of explosions and horror of all kinds. It started with the dinosaurs. When I started crying, the being acted confused and asked me, "Why are you sad?" I told the being that it was heartbreaking that a whole species was destroyed. Meanwhile, I think it was telling me that my species was going to be destroyed, perhaps of our own doing. Anyway, it reassured me and told me that anything can exist again. That we just have to want it. Really? I stopped crying. Is it that easy? If humanity destroys itself, then who will be left alive to want it to exist again? If I can cry over the dinosaurs, maybe some other creature can cry over our loss? I remember being so touched and so hopeful that even dinosaurs could exist again, not that I wanted them too; that nothing is ever truly lost. It merely becomes something else if it dies. How did my mind at 5 years old have all these profound thoughts and who or what was talking with me?
Can humans touch things outside their own reality and the reality of others? It would be naive to think that we can't. It is fear that keeps us from seeking out the possibility.
You might tell yourself - it was just a dream. Maybe. Maybe not.
But what if it was true that even dreams aren't that simple. Some are lucid. Some are outside of the physical plane or realm. I've met several people, whether occultists or those working for the government, who claimed that they could interact with people's dreams. That should terrify you. But we're not going to discuss that here. Could other beings besides humans be able to do that too? I don't know. I only know what some people claim. I've had my own strange experiences. See my posts or book, The Storm in Our Stars. That is all I have to go on.
Iona was one such person who believed in lucid dreams, dream telepathy, and dreamwalking. This is her public bio:
"Iona Miller was a clinical hypnotherapist in the USA who has worked in parapsychology and dreamwork since the 1970s. She consulted many years with Mankind Research Unlimited (Washington D.C.), Life Energies Research Institute (Miami), and pioneered Dreamhealing at Asklepia Foundation (So. Oregon) with Dr. Stanley Krippner. She served on the Advisory Boards of Journal of Consciousness Exploration & Research, DNA Decipher Journal, and Scientific God Journal, and has appeared in Journal of Nonlocality."
So yeah, maybe you'd be more likely to believe her...that dreams aren't so simple, and that neither is our contact with those outside of our plane of existence. Of course, she'd skirt certain topics with me, but I knew that she'd take serious anything that I said on the topic and vice versa.
Either way, I think something changed me that day when I was 5. I like to think that even if humans are so stupid in which to destroy themselves, that maybe we will exist again somewhere, somehow, because something thinks that we had value, and that maybe we can learn to love and to be more than the fucked up, selfish, greedy people that most are. Maybe, just maybe there is something beautiful and creative and enjoyable about us too. Let us just hope that it is noticed before it is too late for anything to care. It is wise for us to listen to whatever wishes to open our eyes to what can be. I wonder how many times the world or worlds will be destroyed before people figure it out and have to try again.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
-Oscar Wilde
Ponder this:
"What am I in the eyes of most people?
A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person - someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest.
Very well - assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work l'd like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody.
Even though l'm often in a mess, inside me there's still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge."~Vincent VanGogh, Written to his brother Theo (1882)
When you are an Artist of any kind, people can be cruel to you.
As a teenager, I didn't dress like everyone else, so people would yell "get a job" at me, even though I had one. Sometimes, I'd go to the mall and people would throw pennies at me, which I didn't understand. I was just a kid and they made it obvious that I was an outsider. Basically, trash. After school, I'd go to the beach and hang out with the runaway and throw-away kids, who had known the true horrors of life, and they were often the kindest people I ever met.
So the Oscar Wilde quote always meant a lot to me. People can look down on me or anyone, but many of us are looking at the stars. People might think we are trash, but we are creating our Art anyway. And maybe it will shine in its own way.
Look for your Star.
From my book Care Frater:
"I look up in the night sky to locate Orion's Belt and then I follow the line down to bright Sirius. If I stare at it long enough, I can see a tint of blue in the white. Often at night, I orient myself to the Star, if I can find it in the sky, depending on clouds and so forth, and I restate my purpose, which is that I am here to serve.
Sirius, Let your rays travel over space and time and touch me. I am a student in this life, but I'm also here to teach with guidance from where I can get it.
My dad used to chart his Navy ship's course using a sextant to get the angles of the Stars to know how to get home. The only thing I know how to do is to see them up there and me down here, but I chart my celestial course internally. I just close my eyes and feel the stars. I don't need to see where I'm going, not with my human eyes that might fail me. I use my inner ones; the ones that guide me with a deeper vision. I see the connections.
"Have patience, Candidate, as one who fears no failure, courts no success. Fix thy Soul's gaze upon the star whose ray thou art, the flaming star that shines within the lightless depths of ever-being, the boundless fields of the Unknown." - The Two Paths, Liber LXXI
This time period awaits new voices. Let them fill the void left behind by those who are no longer here. Let Voices arise from those who are here now.
As for me, I have more to learn while I'm here and we will see what happens next. I'm sure I'll write about it during that time.
In the end, maybe all paths might meet. And so, in fact, even our paths would cross. Maybe they already have, on some other plane or outside of time. Imagine that. I do. One can always wonder.
No matter your place in society, no matter if people treat you like trash, artists (those who create) will do their Great Work without money, without approval, without kindness, without fame or recognition, because our work matters even if others won't see it. Besides, we're looking at the Stars. What more do we need?