Let me pause now for some commentary:
As you may have noticed, a single dream trip to The Restaurant on the Edge of Time has generated an enormous amount of material. Even with excluding the events involving the Hidden People, documenting a journey to a dream destination can result in pages upon pages of … stuff.
When I first started keeping a dream journal several decades ago, this aspect of dream journaling quickly became apparent to me. Just a single night of dreaming can generate easily 10,000 words or more. It’s daunting. Even the great Carl Jung made a similar observation in his ground-breaking studies of his own dreaming mind. Jung expressed discouragement, saying the aspects and elements of the unconsciousness mind are so endlessly deep, plumbing the depths of the unconscious seems an impossible task.
It’s easy to get overwhelmed and discouraged very quickly, especially if you have an otherwise busy life. Recording the rich and loaded “packets” of information impregnated within dream imagery in totality is an impossible task.
I quickly learned that I would have to learn to be selective in recording dreams – that meant writing down only the central themes and significant elements of dreams, any one of which can spin off into thousands of words of commentary.
Jung said that every dream unexamined is like a gift that remains unopened. That’s true, but the sheer reality for me means tossing a lot of those “gifts” on a heap somewhere, and opening only those that glitter the prettiest, or come wrapped with the nicest bow!
Some of my friends have often urged me to write a book about The RET itself. One friend said: “You should take, say, two years worth of trips to The RET and make it into a book!”
Two years worth! Oh, wow, LOL, man! Let me tell you all something, people. I could easily – and I mean easily – write a full-length book on any two or three trips to The RET. Maybe even just one trip. Yes, easily. I think you have all seen an example of that.
Just look at all the elements of the trip to The RET is have been documenting in this blog recently:
The always strange relationship with the Goddess Waitress, chocolate dress and all; the giant dinosaur birds; the strange Pandit Magnneson entity; his encounter with the giant rocker chick; the description of the ‘Night Section’; the Cosmic Brain Vine and it’s connection with Father Reston Vromin and the world of Dr. 58; the encounter with the Hidden People – and let’s not forget the food itself!
And there are even whole sections of this dream trip to The RET which I have glossed over, such as the “Bizarre Area” which is to the left of the central walkway and opposite the solarium viewing area. There is also a “Weird Area” – let me tell you something – you would not believe what is happening over there! I’m not even going to go there in this blog! It would be endless.
And then there's the "Hallway to Infinity." Oh man! When can I ever get to writing about that?
The same situation is also true of Ouija board work. You would not believe the pages and pages and pages, and volumes of information, I have never released concerning the Dr. 58 material alone. It’s not that I don’t want to – it’s simply impossible. There isn’t enough time in the day to process all of the information, believe me.
So my challenge here has always been to be as selective as possible, to not get bogged down, and strive to relate to you the central, most salient elements of the experience.
We are limited beings in our physical forms, my friends.
Part of the problem is the very primitive way we communicate here on this physical plane. Words transmit meaning, but they are extremely limited! Spoken language is primitive! It’s also highly symbolic, and all but meaningless because language bits are watered down symbolisms that don’t really get at true, central meanings.
Talk is cheap, that’s for sure. But talk is not only cheap – it’s almost worthless.
Imagine if you were traveling in a realm of Pure Mind, and the communications you had with other beings and your experience of other environments was all being absorbed nonverbally – and without using any of the narrow, primitive five senses – but rather, you were absorbing massive amounts of information directly into your consciousness – like a gigantic sponge that was absorbing whole lake-fulls of “water information” – and doing so within seeming seconds!
But it’s even more than that. In the realm of pure consciousness, the time-based concept of “seconds” is all but meaningless, if not nonexistent.
Let’s say you are in the dream world, or in the astral plane, you encounter another being or entity of some kind. Instead of sitting down for a normal conversation – that being “shoots” a “quantum packet” of information at you, that bursts inside your own consciousness – kind of like a zipped file you download from the Internet -- and when it gets to your hard drive, it proceeds to open up by “executing” itself.
For me, the dream world and astral world is a place where “zipped packets” of information energy are constantly being ‘fired’ into my consciousness. Instantaneously, one receives a huge volume of extremely rich, layered and deep information – it may be 10 days worth of information, say – but one absorbs it all into the mind in a mini-microsecond!!! YAHHH!!!
And then you face the challenge of reporting it back to your friends here in our narrow, limited plane of existence where we see only a tiny sliver within the total spectrum of light-wave energy, mixed in with some paltry sound wave information, and not much more – if you don’t count stuff like intuition, imagination, emotions, feelings – all of which are integral forms of communication.
And so, I just wanted to mention some of these aspects of what I am reporting here – there is never a time when I do not feel inadequate and even frustrated in getting the entire story out to you as best as can be done – but in the end, it all is what it is, I guess.
In my next post, I want to tell you about two final encounters with the Hidden People. I successfully banished the gnome invasion, but the night I encountered another amazing attempt by the Hidden People to break into my realm – they tried to get in through the roof – and this time it registered both in my direct experience and in my wife’s dream imagery.
After dealing with that, the next night, the Hidden People put on an unforgettable display for me – I can’t wait to tell you about it.
One final note: Recently I was reading Micah Hanks’ excellent book, Magic, Mysticism and the Molecule.
Each chapter is headed with a meaty quote from some intellectual heavy weight, including Einstein and Aldous Huxley.
And so I was thrilled when I got to Chapter 9, page 153, where I saw myself quoted to head off the chapter! Hanks used a quote from my novella “The Fairy Redemption of Jubal Cranch.”
So to thank Mr. Hanks, here's a link to his site: Gralien Report
Thanks, Mr. Hanks! I’m honored to be included with such other luminaries (although totally underserved).
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