Path: typhoon.sonic.net!not-for-mail From: nagasiva@luckymojo.com (nocTifer) Newsgroups: alt.religion.wicca,alt.pagan.magick,alt.satanism,alt.magick,alt.dreams,alt.dreams.lucid,alt.magick.tyagi Subject: Dark Lord Wintertime Dream Organization: Sonoma Interconnect,Santa Rosa,CA(us),http://www.sonic.net Lines: 113 Sender: yronwode@sonic.net Message-ID: <83opuj$3mr@bolt.sonic.net> Reply-To: spam@luckymojo.com X-Newsreader: NN version 6.5.4 (NOV) Date: Tue, 21 Dec 1999 21:02:31 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 208.201.224.36 X-Complaints-To: abuse@sonic.net X-Trace: typhoon.sonic.net 945810151 208.201.224.36 (Tue, 21 Dec 1999 13:02:31 PST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 21 Dec 1999 13:02:31 PST Xref: typhoon.sonic.net alt.religion.wicca:253386 alt.pagan.magick:20530 alt.satanism:133679 alt.magick:172219 alt.dreams:54623 alt.dreams.lucid:44845 alt.magick.tyagi:20777 49991221 IVom Winter Solstice Day DREAM JOURNAL/BOOK OF SHADOWS/WTF Entry ------------------------------------------ context: focaccia/pate/salami/hummus sandwich; watched "It's a Wonderful Life" and "You Can't Take it With You" back to back; bowl of ice cream; topped by excellent sex with sri catyananda, the Final Prophet, during Red Venus phase; Solstice immanent; recent renovation, death of a friend, cancer in family, celebrations, visitors ----------------------------------------------------------- I dreamed that I was or was watching a dark-skinned Polynesian-like man administrate the changing course of a large sea-going vessel, of which he was both the captain and Prince or King (it was considered unusual but not a travesty that he undertook this voyage, thus I inferred lesser status of Prince). my course had been a patterned or pre-formatted destination, and I was changing this course, with some consternation from advisers, in the direction of Greece, which was considered a somewhat alien and risky objective. the dream was almost like a video game in that there were certain decision points which turned out badly (the two I remember being the trust in advisers who steered me wrong after installing a new kind of navigation equipment that required a living human as a part of its structure -- this human was the weak link in our successful adventure and would later play a part in some kind of plot to thwart our voyage -- and picking up a large band of armed warriors (rescue? visitation?) who attempted a take-over. in neither case was I (or this Prince whom I was watching intimately) alarmed. I simply made a note of the problem and 'intended' the result differently (a kind of subconscious lucid dreaming I suppose; perhaps I woke sufficiently at each point to return to a more pleasant experience, I am unsure). the people of whom I was prince/king were somewhat pacifist, high technology, and extremely aesthetic in appearance (rich colours, like jungle natives; tropical, loose and naturally-fibered clothes, long and luxuriant, black hair, Polynesian features), and, other than the aforementioned, completely trusting in their acceptance of me as their prince or king. they developed new ways to steer the ship (perhaps also its powering mechanism), and the social interaction was usually extremely harmonious. I'd awakened sufficiently after the hostile take-over attempt from the rival tribe of warriors we'd taken on board that I'd begun to consider that 'next time' I'd remove their weapons as a condition of their being with us, as well as wondering if I was tired enough to return to slumber. sri catyananda was awake also at this time and asked me if I would obtain tissue and a tampon from the bathroom for her. as I jumped out of bed I became aware that the feeling of 'nobility', or 'regality' (what I would later call 'integrity') was still with me. I'd experienced this many times in the past as part of trance-work, ritual, invocation, dreams, films as well as a deep experience of many other art-forms, but it wasn't something I'd felt or thought about lately except in the first year living with sri catyananda -- as a result of significant coincidences and peculiar states of consciousness we associated with transpersonal identities (whether mythic or in some way cosmic, we didn't truly decide). I noticed my hair at odd angles framing my own face as I entered the bathroom, remembered my visions of elven and submarine civilizations (associated with Atlantis). I came back to bed remembering my many visionary experiences (outlined in previous Weirder Than Fiction/WTF and Book of Shadows entries, some online) and, after a brief period, described to sri catyananda my continuing experience. this was a reification of my identity in a post-mortem vision that when I die I would be greeted by many shades (as in the film "Ghost", but without the frightening and moral overtones), who shall bear me upon their "shoulders" to the Underworld, where I will take my rightful place as a hero and potentate (sometimes I imagine it as a ruler, at others I understand that the anarchistic nature of the Underworld and the daemonic or faere realm makes this notion ludicrous). it also brought to my mind as I was holding sri catyananda closely her very wonderful and poignant resemblance to the Faerie Queen (being a composite of intense opposites) who was so kind as to receive me during previous visions. I've been reading the book "The Dark God", by Nicholas Mann, whose fluency with language and understanding of the Underworld and its features have been extremely encouraging (he has unified a study of comparative mythology and a narrative of his experience in the Turkish prison system as an encounter with the Dark God). this time of year (the dream occurred on the morning of Winter Solstice) and my demon-summonings (interrupted by social and meteorological phenomena) added significance to the dream, and that it continued beyond the dream world gave it a dimension profound and worthy of recording for future contemplation. blessed beast! nagasiva@luckymojo.com arkaotika, 1999 solstice morning -------------------------------- What is important immediately is to create and to expand our personal freedom through the creation of free spaces (which may be temporary and mobile) where the authority of church and state no longer have any hold. The basis of this freedom is the individual who has the freedom and creativity to act (either openly or in concealment). "THE DOCTRINE OF CONCEALMENT (TAQIYYA) or WHY PAGANS DON'T HAVE TO COME OUT, JUST YET" shaku@ix.netcom.com (jimmy davis aka Shakudion) : alt.magick.tyagi -- TOKUS: mailto:boboroshi@satanservice.org; http://www.satanservice.org/ notification: I may post any email replies; cc me if some response desired.