Nungali

Birds fly down all the time ... I plan to start that way ... the tricky bit is zooming upwards at the end ... I think the trick is to just get up enough momentum...

what is the subconscious?

Difference is I have done it, realised both sides of it and the middle ... and I joke about it. Its not about fantasize for me, its about doing it and learning the real life lessons ... not postulating never doing it through fear of change or it all might go wrong ... I know what you mean; I have had to make the minimal infrastructure and help others do the same and pick up the mess that others left when they couldn't stand their 'roughing it fantasy'.

Fun aint it? I got sorta bounced on the ground (still standing up) and POW .... off I went like an explosion went off under me "Whaaa happened?" " I bounced your Ki'" "You did what now ??? - Ha! 'Play martial arts' ... I stepped up for a demo dummy once ... it got 'vigorous and enjoyable' ... after, the demonstrator says to me, "Ah! You have played aikido before!" Me; "Why do you say 'play' aikido?" "Because until we start carrying around live swords and using them against each other again, and learning again how to do that, it is all playing."

Feeling whiny ? Then get thee to a winery - that'll fix you up. His ring is extremely useful

And I am sorry I cant spend my valuable time doing research for you about things you want to know about That book sounds like a fake to me too . My friend ... if I wanted to know about the poetry of Rumi I do not read Bhagwan Shree Rajneeshe's book on what Rumi meant about his poems or some hippy rubbish about it ... I would read the works of Rumi and latter Sufi commentaries, then maybe some academic studies about Rumi and Sufism It is not a 'demon' that is a modern / English / Christian word and has a perverted meaning. LIke many English words ... it is a good language for commerce but not metaphysics. Unfortunately I am stuck with it I tried already to explain it to you as a third view ... a view the indigenous and religious have about the world they live in and things they DO see and DO experience (all around the world through all times) and the religious see as a miracle. But the religious turn it back to dualism and see a miracle from God or a 'bad work of magic or sorcery' from Iblis Devil Satan ... and under him , demons. The indigenous do not necessarily think like that (unless they are religious and not shamanic). The works of Joseph Harpur are a modern look at an attempt to understand this. It is probably too deep to work it all out here but the 'uberstanding' ( larger understanding with penetrative insight) of all of that may be essential to getting the gist of this thread?

If only you knew of the evil seeds that many of the members and clergy of the RCC and the concepts of that church itself and others and others have planted in the minds of children you would not have put it that way. I hope you can then extricate yourself from this 'philosophical muddle'. Thanks, but I already know what Sin is; "The word of sin is restriction." and " Nevertheless have the greatest self-respect, and to that end sin not against thyself. The sin which is unpardonable is knowingly and wilfully to reject truth, to fear knowledge lest that knowledge pander not to thy prejudices. "

So now you dream of flying - well good luck to you, I hope it felt good. I miss my very vivid childhood flying dreams . I also believe some simple / psychological dreams can hold messages, morph, represent other things processes and developments. The "Dreamtime" is a place, where amongst other things, metamorphosis of and development of forms take place .... the archetypal world is flexible in this realm .

Wow dude! That is one big piece of psychological projection (look it up, wiki has a good page on it) and assumption about someone else's .... everything ... how on earth did you get 'insight' like that. I mean how do you know what she might do want dream become or find out there I mean .... sheesh! .... <walks off mumbling >

Welll ... I just might prove ALL of you wrong ... it might just be the last thing I do ( I never said which direction I wanted to 'fly' ... it might be straight down ) .

Maybe read between the lines and not just on the surface ??? Didn't I say somewhere that people don't believe that I have actually found happiness and satisfaction with my life? Maybe not. It doesn't matter, this a gift for me, not them , and I am going to accept it - bogglebear ! I'm not talking about a fleeting satisfaction or a situational one or one that disappears when sickness, pain and 'misfortune' abound ... it is a simple state of just being that because you are alive and in existence and even possibly looking very near death straight in the face with no problems or false assurances or beliefs in an after life or absolute non-existence for all I know... and the feeling / state / rewiring / stasis / is still there. A lot of that was 'dreaming' ( also relates to 'dreamtime' ) (plus yeaaars of other and eclectic practice, but here we could also have a cultural misunderstanding as well ... plus I realise my 'sense of humour' isn't for everyone. But then again I really don't expect anyone else get it so ... <shrug>

Hmmm ... When I have moments of being absolutely in the present moment the last thing I want to do is muse about other people and start thinking about if they are in the present moment or not ... like I am not in the present moment now ... well, I was THEN but I am not now again ... damn! Hang on ... I am thinking about wether you are in the moment because you think other people may not be in the present moment and that has drawn me out of that moment ... which I was in just then ... but it passed into another moment which I plane to be in soon so ....

Ha ! A bit like that, it reminds me of years back when I was reading some Pidgin English and started a new job and a guy from New Guinea (Toby) was getting in trouble at work unfairly off our dickhead boss (who kept doing things wrong and trying to blame staff - Toby walks away from the boss and past me fuming so I say; Toby imi goodpellah - Boss imi cranki, imi fuckimarse ! Toby stops and beams at me and goes something like "OH ! Imicrankifukimarse dispellaimikaikaluckkakuk , wegonnakaiaputamukka sippaalukai .... " (WTF? ... now I've done it! ) Me: " No no ... dispella imi liklik talkboi ... (hold my hand up and squeeze finger and thumb together) LIK LIK talkboi !" He goes, "Oh ... okay, I meant let's go and have lunch together?" "Sure." [ A great Language! In this case a form of English developed in New Guinea by native people trying to comprehend the Aussies language 'English/slang' e.g. they still refer to ; me, I , I am, = boi {from white Australian saying "Hey Boy, do this ... hey boy do that } or; you him they = pella ( fellah , fellow, person ) So the above goes (seriously); . Toby imi good pellah - Boss imi cranki, imi fuck im arse ! Toby, imi (he is ) good fellow, the Boss imi (him / he is ) cranky imi (him / he does) fuck im (it) arse! Hey Toby, don't worry, I know that you are okay, the Boss gets cranky because not only does he stuff things up (Imi buggerimup - he buggers things up) he constantly makes blunders and does things the wrong way all the time (imi fuckimarse ) . ( I suppose; the difference between 'you f***ed that up' and 'you are a f**k up'.) Dispella imi savvy liklik talkboi This fellow (me) imi ( I do ) savvy (understand) lik lik ( very small {amount of} ) talk boi ( the language of you boys ; Pidgin ) I remember prince Charles making a speech once so some ex-British Empire island could understand him ... it seemed so funny with those words coming out his mouth ; "Long time whitepella imi buggerimup Vanauattu ... " Even better was when they gave the Queen beautiful native flower arrangement, which she gracefully accepted and gave Prince Phillip a GIANT penis gourd (a long gourd one wears over the penis) Phill's was giant as they assumed ; "Well ... he is married to the Queen ... it must be massive! ... Prince Phillip didn't accept it ... an aid came forward and quickly removed it to the rear of the entourage .... I mean out of site of the cameras ] I am sooo curious as to what those magpies are saying when they elocute those long liquid mathematical formula songs they do ... that's COMPLEX ... that isn't just a cry or call or an imitation .... what ARE they saying ? .

Sex on an airplane dream? That's a subject for Jungian analysis ! But having a wishful and hopeful desire to have sex on an airplane ... and achieving it ... Nah! Not for me (unless it was a private Lear Jet or something). Sex with an airplane ? Now ya talking! That's more like it. Actually I did have a very strange occurrence on an airplane but off topic here ( probably the opposite of this thread topic actually)

That triggered a thought ... I recently returned to my country home from the city by train, plenty of time to look at the countryside (700km) . Its been sooo dry and rain free for months and months, yet I notice as I have about 10 times doing that trip over 20 years, the closer I get to home the greener it gets - regardless of rainfall or season. I flew over the home area at high altitude a couple of years back; it looked like an emerald green crack in the earth ... a crack with moss growing in it. So .... my grass IS greener because its a in a great spot and is a sub- tropical rainforest area ... greener ... full of nature and life wetter ... hotter ... has more ticks and leeches and it can get really humid and close and big march flies bite you and funnel-web spiders can casually walk through the kitchen and and and and finally

Ha clicked dislike again me and the bike and tent ... great times ... travel, camp out , find somewhere to stay, do that for a while ... move on... after times return to base area ... always jobs to get, cheap great houses near the beach to rent ... good times ... save some money and off again ... the good old days ... cant do stuff like that there now though. No ... I hated a lot of school as I was forced to go to these stupid catholic schools until I got told , as a threat, that I might have to leave . hooray... a few years at a much better state school ... but still ... some days I didn't want to go to school ... I like to be abe to do what I want (and I usually can - how lucky am I ... it infuriates some ... like parents ... who couldn't figure out HOW I got so spoiled or how I (of all the others!) kept getting what I wanted without having to suffer for it (they couldn't figure out why I kept giving my stuff and money away to others either ... errrmmm ... 1 + 1 = ... ? ) I LOVED college and UNI ! Its a good one because it never ends.

Ha! I was still invincible <flexes> until the third motorcycle accident and that big guy in the martial arts tournament Yes ... I suppose so as I am still in awe ... its probably good to be in awe of ones life. Eh? you might have to ask that in different words ... I both ; got more than I dreamed (in some areas) and not 'enough' of what I dreamed in others. On speculation I guess its like initiation ... or being led into the mythic ... as things that were great also happened that I never dreamed of ... in retrospect , if I had known I would have dreamed and hoped to do them as well. Sometimes, with the mythic world, we strive for it, we follow something (like a magic deer) and end up somewhere fantastic, we just stumble upon it ( the magic forest clearing, the abandoned overgrown castle, or fall down a 'rabbit hole'; all different ways. Yep that was dream too - martial arts ... although too lazy for the 'be like Bruce Lee' dream ( ahah I found a false dream ! To dream to be like another ... agree? ) seriously ... I am happy ... and content , many people think I am bullshitting about that. I must confess I don't make a very good Buddhist ... that suffering and sorrow stuff ... the' trance of Binah' IMO ... its fine .. all PART of it... but one can go further It not only makes sense its relevant to me ... but hey! I'm 'retired' (been retired since 1975 ) Yep .. that's it ! I don't even know what a PFF is seriously ... I can be blindingly dumb in some areas. is it some personal profile page here ? an internet facebookey thing (in which I refuse to co-operate or tweeter or whatever ... and while ya at it keep that goddamn blue toothey thing away from me ... consarn it ! ) Now I am off to search for magic carpets

And I am NOT going to look at any of those videos!

STOP IT !

Sure ... you go google sis . I tried to find a pic of the Indo spice powder but couldn't find one it all comes up as dried mango powder (another wonderful way of using it ... pssst ... {I am also a chef / spice attar } ... more for my island CV ) but when served it looked a little like this http://www.howsweeteats.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/DSC_0036.jpg You can whip it up yourself ... but hmmm. I am guessing you would like maybe an Indo/Morocco fusion , so: Roast and fresh grind; dry chilli, cumin, allspice then mix with a tiny bit of powdered cinnamon and salt and a fair bit of sumac, lay out mango slices and sprinkle . Jeeze ! I hope the original poster doesn't mind me turning his heart felt topic into a cookery class

I have MANY dreams. They change over time of course. Previously they were all a mish-mash of ego wish fulfilment and humanitarian fantasies. Of course, back then, I thought I was very wise and knew what was best – for just about everyone. Ahhh … youth , testosterone and self-assurance! When my dreams came true they were often little occurrences and events that may or may not have seemed significant at the time, but then , when vision expanded they became parts of a whole, fulfilling many dreams I have had … both ‘mundane’ and significant of a life’s ‘work, path, dharma true will’. So I, being very Neptunian and dreaming a lot … and also being fortunate enough to have balancing and ground natal aspects as well, had many dreams fulfilled which has given me, what some tell me, is a very full and rich life. I believe that sort of thing is relative as I see and know many people that have a life SO rich and full and diverse it blows me away. I can say; I have hardly travelled, I have never had children, I have not … blah blah … but again … Dharma. I’m not sure I would change anything or ‘fiddle with the formulae ‘ if I had a chance. I would often dream about having the money to do …. But no … that doesn’t seem to work … yet. But I would often get the thing , or some form of the thing, that I wanted to buy with the money I wanted … good, as it stopped me in from being too greedy. Flying … I still want that dream to come true … that is going to be GREAT when that one happens! … I mean ; just me … flying , no glider or Garuda … just me … oh OKAY! … maybe a magic carpet then, I would settle for that. Here are some dreams that came true for me: I wanted to be free and individual and not too tied up in the system … I didn’t want to spend time working but living ; camping out, some travelling, endless hours in the ocean, at the beach and under the water. I wanted to live for a time with basic camping equipment, enough money and a Triumph motorcycle and just cruise around and see the country. I wanted to live on a ‘hippy commune’. Hang on … change all those wants to dreams … I dreamed of: Studying cultural anthropology, divinity and comparative religion at University (but not have to bother with exams, just do the units I chose … and I wanted someone else to pay for it. Join a coven. … Never have to go back to school again !!! Ooohhh I dreamed of THAT one soooo much! (And it came true ! … For years, occasionally I would wake up in the morning and go ‘Oh NO! … wait a minute – I don’t have to school anymore ! ) - I am liking this meditation … Find a secret magical ‘occult’ order and join it. Connect with the indigenous and learn about life and this land from them. Be with lots of different beautiful woman … (ah yes a constant dream that one ! Seeing as I was a virgin until I was 20!) I could go on … and on and on … but I am interested to read as well. Current dream? To just go on for a while longer in relative comfort and to be left in my ‘own space’; a nice spot connected to nature and the animals, the beautiful ‘ti-too ti-too’ (and other) bell like calls of the eastern rosellas that sound to me like pixies playing in the garden … to maintain communication with the ‘elemental’ kingdom in a special little nature spot I live in … to get a car … to continue my spiritual development … and that everyone works their stuff out ‘as they will’ without so much splattering their own gloop around onto other people and nature. Any jobs going on that island for an old dotty gardener that would like to help Bio-dynamically assist the nature there? (I promise not to do laps of the island on a Triumph, have a harem, invite hippies, or splatter gloop – although I may want to write, paint, make things out of bamboo, and occasionally FLY laps of the island.) ...

That spicy Indonesian powder with chilli for sprinkling on mangoes .... oh jeeze ... I gotta get out of here .

. THE PALACE OF PANAlgernon Charles SwinburneSeptember, all glorious with gold, as a king In the radiance of triumph attired,Outlightening the summer, outsweetening the spring,Broods wide on the woodlands with limitless wing, A presence of all men desired.Far eastward and westward the sun-coloured lands Smile warm as the light on them smiles;And statelier than temples upbuilded with hands,Tall column by column, the sanctuary stands Of the pine-forest's infinite aisles.Mute worship, too fervent for praise or for prayer, Possesses the spirit with peace,Fulfilled with the breath of the luminous air,The fragrance, the silence, the shadows as fair As the rays that recede or increase.Ridged pillars that redden aloft and aloof, With never a branch for a nest,Sustain the sublime indivisible roof,To the storm and the sun in his majesty proof, And awful as waters at rest.Man's hand hath not measured the height of them; thought May measure not, awe may not know;In its shadow the woofs of the woodland are wrought;As a bird is the sun in the toils of them caught, And the flakes of it scattered as snow.As the shreds of a plumage of gold on the ground The sun-flakes by multitudes lie,Shed loose as the petals of roses discrownedOn the floors of the forest engilt and embrowned And reddened afar and anigh.Dim centuries with darkling inscrutable hands Have reared and secluded the shrineFor gods that we know not, and kindled as brandsOn the altar the years that are dust, and their sands Time's glass has forgotten for sign.A temple whose transepts are measured by miles, Whose chancel has morning for priest,Whose floor-work the foot of no spoiler defiles,Whose musical silence no music beguiles, No festivals limit its feast.The noon's ministration, the night's and the dawn's, Conceals not, reveals not for man,On the slopes of the herbless and blossomless lawns,Some track of a nymph's or some trail of a faun's To the place of the slumber of Pan.Thought, kindled and quickened by worship and wonder To rapture too sacred for fearOn the ways that unite or divide them in sunder,Alone may discern if about them or under Be token or trace of him here.With passionate awe that is deeper than panic The spirit subdued and unshakenTakes heed of the godhead terrene and TitanicWhose footfall is felt on the breach of volcanic Sharp steeps that their fire has forsaken.By a spell more serene than the dim necromantic Dead charms of the past and the night,Or the terror that lurked in the noon to make franticWhere Etna takes shape from the limbs of gigantic Dead gods disanointed of might,The spirit made one with the spirit whose breath Makes noon in the woodland sublimeAbides as entranced in a presence that saithThings loftier than life and serener than death, Triumphant and silent as time. ..

W O W ! what a tree ! Looks like someone whipped a vortex around that one! May favourite are pine trees love em ! They stimulate deep remembered imprints (good ones)

STOP IT ! Damn! Now I have to go to town to get mangoes! PS. smaller skinney ones .. ptooey! I like the big juicy curvey ones with the skin that .... ooops - excuse me