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#3607 From: Weatherly-Hawaii...m
Date: Tue Dec ?3, ?003 ?:41 am
Subject: Re: Caves (PJ's weird stories, reprise? ) maliolana
I have a similar experience...every time i view...Psrt of my process is
saying Aloha to my many selves...recognizing they are there...sending
self a l;ittle love...getting their cooperation...in allowing only the
most appropriate one... to feed me info...and I do have to be
appreciative ...with intent...
I don't always do that much better...but I feel better after session...
Somehow therapuetic...to let go...
I remember that thought of yours about info wanting to be
known...recognized...I like that a lot...I sure have an affinity with
Love & Light & Laughter
#3614 From: "Linda & John Garvey"
Date: Wed Dec ?4, ?003 1?:39 pm
Subject: RE: Caves (PJ's weird stories, reprise? ) linda_g7us
LOLOL, that's what I've heard, too! ;? )? )? )
>Bill, Freud was a dirty old man ;-? )? ).
Merry Christmas, everyone --
:? ) Linda G
"The distinction between past, present and future
is only an illusion, even if a stubborn one."
-- Albert Einstein --
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#3604 From: "pjgaenir"
Date: Tue Dec ?3, ?003 1?:1? am
Subject: Caves (PJ's weird stories, reprise? ) pjgaenir
Several days ago my practice target was Green Lake in the Carlsbad
Caverns. I was happy with the (brief? ) session. But during it I had
this subtle sense of being... vast.
As an Aspect recently suggested I try and get in contact with targets
AFTER feedback--consciously--I decided to try this, to see if I could
figure out what in this target caused the 'vast' feeling. So I
looked at the pic and tried to tune into the cave in general.
It was a nice meditation but I didn't find anything.
I went to sleep about an hour later, and had the most amazing dream.
Like many of my so-called 'spiritual' dreams, it had what I call
my 'elementals of soul'--another female and ? males, but we are also
In the dream, we were looking for a cave. In the cave, was a secret;
it included gold. Somehow the concept of gold was bigger than a
pretty mineral though. We had to find the cave, first.
There was a bad guy and his minions, also looking, racing us. The bad
guy was not evil actually, more like an adversary than enemy, he was
just very aggressive. We went to where two caves, next to each other,
had all his guys in there with big lights and machinery, looking for
But if we looked 'between' the caves, and then didn't really look,
only sort of peripherally, and then 'allowed' our vision to work
itself out like with those 3D pictures, we could see the tiniest
glimmer of something, 'between' the caves. We followed it, and we
found ourself in another, hidden cave between those.
I understood that we were able to see it because we were not just
looking for what was 'physical' but for a greater 'understanding'.
Inside the cave we'd found, was an amazing amount of precious stuff.
But it was weirdly entwined with the cave. For example, stuff sort
of like furniture, much made completely out of gold, was actually
part rock, as if somehow, all this stuff had *grown out of* the
cave's rock itself, not been created by man or placed there.
Then I felt The Cave. Not self-aware, but aware. Not an identity,
but a consciousness. I felt vast. And I suddenly understood what
I'd been looking for before I went to sleep: the sense was the cave.
Maybe it was my lifelong fascination with caves, or my incredible
appreciation upon feedback, who knows. But in the dream, I had that
sense to the Nth degree: I was basically 'in rapport with' the
consciousness of a cave. (That particular cave? Who knows? A cave,
is all I know.? )
It wasn't a verbal/word communication. But I understood that we
could not get the gold from the cave. I had a thought, in response
to this, about how the bad guys would come in and just blast it loose
from the rock. The cave showed me an image of some people trying to
steal the gold, and it suddenly liquifying and melting them (there
were huge amounts of gold there? ). (I know. My dreams are like the
psychic Indiana Jones, lol!? )
And then finally, what the cave was trying to get across to me hit
me: we had to GET the cave to GIVE us the treasure.
We had to have a sense of love and appreciation and acceptance--all
combined, which equalled a feeling somewhat like 'gratitude' but more-
-and the cave, if we had this proper state of mind, would show itself
to us, would "give itself to us" voluntarily.
My memory of the rest of the dream is in pieces. We had acquired
ourselves a shaman to 'guide' us through the caves, for when we would
find it. He was small and had really long black hair, dark skin like
a native or south american. He was able to 'morph'. The other
female-Aspect was ready to kiss him in thanks for his help, when he
morphed into a young, beautiful woman. She refused to be taken
aback, and kissed him anyway, and he (she? ) grinned; I understood that
she had scored a point in his eyes for recognizing him as him and not
caring about his appearance.
The only other thing I remember is a bit black, lol. A little
kundalini going on I would guess. ;-? ) The 'bad guy', a very large
brawny bully sort, we had caught him. We had no desire to harm him,
but after keeping him to talk to, we were simply going to let him go--
abandon him. He had no shirt on, and it was late night and really
cold outside in what seemed like a desert. I kept morphing our
vehicle as an old-west wagon or a station wagon. He was standing in
the back of the wagon--cold--and we were ready to leave.
The shaman, who had a rather twisted sense of humor I might add, went
in young beautiful female form to the wagon, put a really big red
sleeping bag in it, and crawled inside it. We knew that between his
cold and his approach to women, he would crawl inside with her before
long, no matter what she said. Alas for him, one of the other forms
the shaman could take was a large math of writhing snakes.
LOL. Like I said, Indiana Jones dreams. ;-? )
But having thought about this for a few days, something comes to mind
for me. One time in... years ago, anyway, when I was thinking about
RV all the time and having the most incredible dreams (like 'the
frequencies of telepathy' and seeing chakras, like one that looked
like a million-colors-of-gold feather fan across a woman's forehead,
or things like that? ), I woke up one morning and was able to 'grok'
something of my dream before it faded away, while it was still
interactive with me.
It was, "...it images itself for you." And I understood at the time
what it meant: that it was not me looking at a separate, unaware
thing... the target, the information, WANTED to be known, wanted to
show itself off in its own way.
Somehow, this reminds me of that dream, that insight. How the cave
had to 'give us' the gold.
It made me think that perhaps it was a nice allegory to 'intent' in
#3609 From: Bill Pendragon
Date: Tue Dec ?3, ?003 11:33 am
Subject: Re: Caves (PJ's weird stories, reprise? ) docsavagebill
Sometimes a cave is just a cave (not? )..Have you
considered the freudian aspects to the dream..LOL!
OK, now I'm embarrassed! PJ
#361? From: "Glyn"
Date: Wed Dec ?4, ?003 8:?6 am
Subject: RE: Caves (PJ's weird stories, reprise? ) glynis5799
Bill, Freud was a dirty old man ;-? )? ).
> Sometimes a cave is just a cave (not? )..Have you
> considered the freudian aspects to the dream..LOL!
#3617 From: Bill Pendragon
Date: Wed Dec ?4, ?003 8:11 pm
Subject: RE: Caves (PJ's weird stories, reprise? ) docsavagebill
I'm joking.It was a very interesting dream, which I
suspect was about the energy of the"void"..but Freud
would have had great fun with the dream..G