{I just woke up from a strong dream I don&;t remember much as I was only partially aware of what was happening. At some we were in a huge underground cavern of some sort. Or maybe I wasn&;t, but someone I knew was. Or maybe I didn&;t know them. But I remember driving down a hill with them. It was really steep and reminded me of . I know that because I said so to the others in the car. At some point we weren&;t in the car anymore. Now that I think about it, I remember getting a phone call from a woman. Now I&;m in the guys house and I am not close to him, but I refer to us as we. She called to say our tailpipe had fallen off. It was an old rickety car and the car and person reminded me of so-n-so … and on it went.

The dream really doesn’t make sense and as I mentioned, I have forgotten most of it. I can feel my channel who might write about it. I don’t know.}

Just now we did what we frequently do. We copied and pasted text, then highlighted the previous text that became the opening sentence, then rather than turning off the monitor and typing, we backspaced and then “made sure” the text would type, fearing the loss of our channel. Briefly we caught ourself thinking, for the manyeth time in a row, “why do I do this, I already know it will work.” That thought is a clue as to our thinking process which is incomplete and untrusting. If we had faith in our experiences we would have realized we were ready to type.

So we ask ourself the larger question, and understand that part of this channel is ego driven, we ask ourselves if we do not trust ourselves here, then how about there in dream life. If we are not fully present here, how can we be fully present there in that world in which our creative powers are more evident and more pronounced.

Few would argue that this {dream world} is the real world. However, we have been in dreams that seemed robust, complete, and alive. We woke up inside the dream to discover a world as rich and as vibrant as this one. We are not prepared to delve into the dream world the way Seth did. As we have said, the depth of Jane’s trance and channel far exceeds our own, but, we are not Seth, nor do we aim to parallel or even attempt to accomplish the kind of material depth he did.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that following the day in which we try to take care of ourself, we find ourself somewhat awake in a dream. We realize that probably we will be going to San Francisco, as we were about to type, but we mean .

First, we need to stop panicking about preserving our anonymity entirely. Most importantly we have come to realize that the few people that have read the work have not responded or merely responded with “welcome to the group of world beings who like you are among the enlightened ones”. In humility, let us not chastise their words, but remember that they are right. Not that we’re among the privileged elite, but rather, we are on an enlightened path, or more precisely, we are on a path in which we are trying to find some light for.

So really, how can we possibly hope to delve into the mysterious and magical world of dreams, when we have been rather unsuccessful in the everyday world. For us, us with an addictive nature, it becomes merely another escape.

Of great interest was our use of the word “we”. That is one strong element from here that we brought there. Normally you would have said “he” in this situation. But we said we. Do you understand? As we increase the identification as self with we, so do we use we in all aspects of our life. In this situation, a situation of some gravity, by saying “we”, we involved ourself in the process at hand. Namely driving down the hill where we lost our tail pipe. The we included not only the acquaintance of ours, but also the car and its tailpipe.

Now, lets think about some of what we were saying yesterday. We are channeling now, early in the , and the sun is lighting up the and the tree tops. They seem to be glowing from within. However, the and the tree tops we are referring to are “in here’ and not out there. We don’t mean to imply some lack of objectivity. Of course many others could see the same tree tops and from their point of view. Indeed we venture that some people are. We venture that outside, very nearby, are a few taking a brisk fall walk, and admiring the , just like you are. But clearly our perspective is involved. The outside world is framed by our window. Our connection to that world is via the air streaming through the open window letting us confirm the use of the word “brisk” and the trees themself obscure the vast portion of the , clouded over sky. We catch only a glimpse of a few trees beyond the big birch outside the window, the two spruce trees, but mostly the framing of the office window. The creation of reality we cannot perhaps agree upon. But we certainly create our experience of it and our perspective. We are limited by our choice to stay comfy in our . What we see is limited right now. But our point, and we do not want to forget it, is that the outside world is occurring deeply within our mind right now. Our brain is limited to the senses streaming through the eye. It understands it sees only a perspective from here. It is our mind that is creating the idea of an outside world, but again, this is an inside world. All our bodily sensations are occurring to the body. This outside world that we see isn’t really “outside’ but inside within our mind.

Now a deeper point is this. We are overlaying what we see with a myriad of other thoughts. We criticized ourself in the dream for not critically thinking about what was going on. The water didn’t really make sense, nor did the mud, nor did how the person got down the hole, nor the phone call, nor the access through the port hole, which if we were to remember more accurately kept shifting. How we got where we got affected our experience. We suddenly were here, then there, then somewhere else. Had our critical thinking skills been involved we would have realized that something was amiss. We may have realized that we were dreaming had we had critical skills operating. But instead we were experiencing things and taking them for granted. Much like we do on earth.

Everyone takes for granted that there is an out there. Because a group of us constrained to different perspectives, lets say in a circle of flats surrounding the big glowing tree. Suppose we are all looking out at the tree from our different perspectives, we could all see the tree. Coming back together to honestly discuss our perspectives, we could agree on certain elements with assuredness. We could agree as to the relative location, adjusting from shifts in perspective. We could agree on relative height. Us, by our angle, others by similar instant calculations, perhaps others by more careful measurements. We could agree on various colors, temperatures, and so on. Because of that great and honest agreement we immediately draw the conclusion that we see the same thing. However, in our effort to be honest and thorough, we would immediately add “from our perspective”. Each would have unique sensorial data from which to draw different conclusions. For instance, only us can see the tree from our perspective. We can see it through the spruce leaves barely, and have to shift around to catch bigger glimpses of it past the birch tree nearly obscuring our view. We admit that we cant agree on many details. Were we to choose to go outside and walk around, we would be able to corroborate those details, but, here from our stubborn perspective we can’t.

Deeply, however, because of this correspondence, we jump to the conclucon… conclusion that the outside world is real and really there. We downplay the role of perspective, memory and sensory experience. We downplay the role of our thought process. This becomes immediately apparent as a flaw, however, during a crime scene investigation. Our honest and accurate report may not align as well as we thought with the honest and accurate report of the neighbors. Critical events may be lacking from both our stories. Painting an accurate picture becomes contentious and a matter of life and death in some cases. The successful prosecution may be to get a jury to rule in a certain way, in spite of contradictory eyewitness statements.

Now, the whole conversation has actually been driving towards a deeper point. There was no truly objective world out there. All of the sensations must be processed within our brain, mixed with a lifetime of other competing memories and electrical and chemical overlays. Especially we begin to realize that we are busy thinking the whole time. We are categorizing the trees into spruce, birch, maple, cottonwood. The colors as fall gold, auburn, and more greens than we have easy words for, lime and chartreuse. We discover our verbal description of reality is full lacking, and in fact, few would come close in painting the scene we have described, with the tallest top-lit tree that is golden occurring to our upper left, which is north west, and the window is 90 percent obscured by the big tree angling up and to the left center, and so on. But of especial importance is the emotional experience we are having. We may be experiencing some type of joy at the present scene. We delight in the colors, the coolness, the coming fall, as this is the first day of fall, and we take delight in the warmth of the comfy comforter comforting us. We know the spruce will keep their green leaves and the grass will slowly brown. We take solace at this Norman Rockwell scene, realizing Norman would never have painted it as it lacks human elements, the surprise of the human emotion, and most importantly a full perspective. He wouldn’t like what we see and wouldn’t paint it. He would judge the scene as boring and incomplete. Most would. Others may be finding the temperature too cold, or grumble about the loss of summer. Others might be anxious for the continuing journey into winter, seeing the golds on the trees as a signpost for something better, the winter snow upon which to snowboard. Others might not be interested in the scene at all. They are coming down from a long and miserable night of using drugs, their curtains bound shut. If they were to look out it would be in frustration that the morning has come, the drugs wearing off, and a long night of sexual debauchery about over. The morning would signal the end of an escape from reality that they won’t be able to afford. They fall asleep, chemically and physically exhausted. Others might be sobbing over their sorry life, miserable state of affairs, over a lost love. Others, like yourself, might be noticing the dirty window, and thinking “i should wash it.” The experience out there is so overwashed by the preexisting conditions in here, that out there becomes nearly irrelevant.

Now, not to belabor a point, but what we experience is more than our limited sensations creating a limited perspective, but, our perspective is also determined by what we bring into the scene. Our thinking process may or may not be assisting with our analysis. In the case of the dream world it is barely operating, blinding us to the obvious, in retrospect, inconsistencies in the picture. We go from point A to point C without experiencing point B in between. Things happen that shouldn’t, like random strangers calling our number on a phone we don’t have. We are somewhere we’ve never been with a person we don’t know, and someone else is trapped in a mud filled basement cave under a porthole through a briefcase? And this makes sense? Other times, we are overlaying our experience onto an event. Take the other night. You were having a dinner with friends, but, when another friend showed up later, he chastised you for cramming your sexuality down so-n-so’s homophobic throat. Neither you and your homophobic friend picked up on that. Both of you immediately laid into the late arriver, and you were busy thinking “if you hadn’t been using crack all night, maybe you’d have a different perspective.” You judged this person for his drug use, and for his own internal homophobia. What was happening? Above and beyond that, all four of you were constantly reframing your interactions into personal perspectives. “This reminded me of a story that happened to me.” Our self-centeredness, our selfishness, our anger and our fears, overlaid the experiences we were having to transform them.

The truth is we experience very little, with our mental processes dominating the internal selection and conscious realization of the experiences we are having. We don’t wake up and smell the coffee, we forget to smell the roses. We smell stink where others smell perfume.

So the channel has rambled on and on today, accepting the shift in our abilities as the ego wants to dominate. Our ego still distrusts the channel, but is in many ways the enemy of ourself. It makes for a terrible leader, but out of fear and laziness, we let it lead.
We need to loosen the grip it has over our experiences. The first way to do this is to assign it the task of fully experiencing and integrating our experiences. Its job is to provide an accurate perspective, and we’ll do the rest.

Hopefully, we’ll find an ability to transform our experience soon.

Let us prepare for the day.