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Within these few days, I have read what is needed to know about the entire Vietnamese hatred towards the Chinese. Well, to put things into the perspective, ethnic Chinese in Vietnam is like Jews. Too successful. Too much money. Too powerful. Refuse to integrate. And ethnic Chinese tends to look too different than the natives. And then there is the genocide of various ethnic Vietnamese in Cambodia too. The boat people during the 70s and 80s were mainly ethnic Chinese being driven out by the Vietnamese govt. In the light of the recent event, it is very interesting because I believe maybe the CIA is involved. Here is something I blogged on my FB page...heheh.. "The CIA must be really busy now. After Ukraine and now Vietnam. I have to see how the anti-Chinese riots play out in Vietnam when these terrorist mobs destroyed 30% to 40% of the country's economic output by destroying foreign owned businesses....which are mostly owned by Taiwanese nationals and maybe 10% owned by Chinese nationals from China. And 50 factories owned by South Koreans. These terrorist mobs are aftering ethnic Han Chinese regardless of their nationalities even though it was China's political move to move the oil rig to 150 miles off the coast of Vietnam. Somehow, these terrorist mobs decided to go after the defenseless ethnic Chinese to force political changes in China. Terrorism!!!! The situation has the potential to split the Chinese Han ethnic line into various nationality divides (it may re-ignite the division between the mainland China and Taiwan). Maybe the CIA is getting sloppy and didn't do their homework but generally stroking anti-Chinese sentiments around the world would tend to create unity amongst the ethnic Han Chinese. Gee... this is almost the Chinese version of the Ukrainian crisis. Unfortunately, there is no Nato or the EU to bail out Vietnam when all the Taiwanese investments disappear and literally collapsing the Vietnamese economy." I have been reading up on Taiwanese news and currently there is this underlining debate that the One China policy maybe contributed the destruction of the many Taiwanese businesses. Some Taiwanese law makers are blaming the protestors for not able to tell the difference between Taiwanese and Chinese from China. Like really? They are both ethnic Chinese. I think I am up to the speed with the whole anti-China riot in Vietnam because I have a dream last night. After what I blogged on my FB page, I had this dream. In fact, every time I blogged on some politically sensitive issues dealing with America and the world, like the Ukrainian crisis, I believe I am getting psychic attacks from somewhere. Usually, in my dream, I was being chased after. Last night in my dream, I was driving my car and trying to find a place to park. I found a public parking garage. My car alarm can open the garage door. I went inside. I didn't close the door and the garage was filled with young people. It was like I was in an university. It got too crowded and I decided to close the garage door. Here, I and my friends were skateboarding inside. Then, we were under attacked like somebody wanted to flush us out of the garage. I knew who was attacking me. He was shooting some sorts of flares and I called him the "Flash 5" or "5 Flash." Or was it 5 flush??? Poker? Obviously, the public garage represents my blog. It is a public garage because the blog is on my FB page.

Great points. I did two terms year 10 and one year 9 teaching a 'life skills' course at the local 'Steiner School'. Its a good system if implemented rightly ... if not then there can be some disciplinary blowouts; e.g. the teacher should graduate with the class ie. the same teacher as you move up a year. When I started, year 9 had already had 4 different class teachers for the year. Talk about a discipline problem! year 10 was easier as I already had a good relationship with some of the students before I was teaching there. Also 'being real' helps immensely ; put yourself in the same boat - kids wouldnt stop smoking, I was asked to address that ... after a real talk with the kids they told me some teachers smoked behind the sports shed, so why should they follow the rules if the people that made them didnt ? A very good point IMO! ... 3 rules - respect for them and you, consistency and dont lie ... simple ! Also realise you ( students and teacher) are 'on the same side' (which can mean not the side of admin ... the teacher should represent the students in this case). Perhaps discipline in the class works well if you are also their sports teacher ... and they do martial arts for sports . Most of them came from a great environment and stable backgrounds, a nice country lifestyle etc. ... doesn't stop all problems though ... but its a BIG help . Once the basics were in place ... it was a dream and very enjoyable ... great bunch of kids.

Careful what you ask for. Teaching is actually pretty hard. I taught martial arts and wonderful lesson plans and ideas often had to be thrown out the window due to kid craziness. Quite often the little suckers just don't want to learn. My kids certainly equate school with prison. My 14 year old constantly rants that there's nothing else for him to learn. Interestingly, my wife has visits from the common anxiety dream of being in school and either late or unprepared for a test. Since I was in that case so often in real life, I'm pretty much immune.

I get that same thing every single working day. It's not a dream either! Roll on retirement. :-)

I had a dream that I was in school and couldnt escape and it felt like a prison Which makes me wonder Does anyone think a lot of stuff and time spent in schools is complete nonsense Its kind of like babysitting service for the adults that work and conditioning people to the ideas Yeh there is a lot of great stuff too But when I have kids I wouldnt want them to be punished and have their freedom taken away for failing to keep quiet the whole time, or failing to do a so called obligatory piece of work How about schools that fail to educate children in stuff that really does matter, in fact even more so that some rubbish taught in schools today I want to create my own type of schools someday

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Friend: Could you provide a link or something to what you are referring to? I will search for BaguaKickAss here in the forums, but I am not sure what specifically you are referring to. All Else: Thank you for the link. I am browsing through it now, but it appears to be a very old thread. We really need something pinned with a listing of current events, in the way GrandmasterP suggested. I was too angry and frustrated to search last night. I figured someone would have done something like that. but I did not find it just browsing around, which is all I had the patience for. A few more things... I am not looking to be pampered something like a famous actor going to some luxurious resort, assuming this is what famous actors do. I just want to go somewhere, and not have to do any work. Is that being pampered? If the place happens to allow people to do work around the place to help cover the costs of being there, as long as it is obligational and I can do the work after I spend a week or so relaxing, I don't mind that at all. I just want a week or so, but I will be content with 3-5 days, where I simply have no work I need to do. Is that too much too ask? Furthermore in this place I would like to go for no less that 3 days to as many days past 7 as possible, I would like to be spiritually nourished in some way. Through talks, some sort of workshop, training in meditation or yoga, or both, etc. I guess I must be naive, but I would think a truly spiritual guru, master or teacher would not expect money, especially large amounts of it, from this they instruct. I understand that facilities must be paid for, and everyone needs to make a living, but do you really have to charge $500.00 - $5000.00 for teaching someone how to barefoot run, or lucid dream, or astral project, or meditate, or do yoga? Really? I mean if they are truly spiritual, and the place hosting them is run by truly spiritual people, shouldn't money be coming to them easily, so that they don't need to charge so much? How spiritual can you be if you are struggling with your finances? Something seems off here. I know that if I had anything to teach that anyone wanted to learn I would do it freely, simply accepting donations, and not expecting any payments. I would be trusting that the things I need are provided. And as far as I know I am not super spiritual or enlightened. So what's the deal with these other people? All I am looking for is to get away from a few things that I am stuck with here in my current living situation. 1. Work. 2. Having to figure out everything on my own, not having anyone of more experience to talk to. 3. A Christian religious environment where I am left feeling spiritually malnourished. I just want to get away from these 3 things, have a vacation from these 3 things, for 3-7+ days. I'll figure out how to get there, but the most money I could ever hope to raise is $200.00. So where does a financially limited, overworked and spiritually malnourished person go to get away for a few days in Oregon or Washington? Is there any place?

The bliss from the dream can be highly addictive. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-yydsy2tZw&feature=share&list=PL5EF9213C6626267F&index=24

* Because it’s so easy to fall into comfortable and predictable habits, I thought I would post extracts from two stories that are completely unlike anything I’ve added here before. On one level, the stimulus to venture out into this new territory came from recently being engrossed for about two weeks in my third re-reading of one of these books. On a different level, it’s my suspicion that this appearance that most of us share,… that ‘spiritual’ and ‘secular’, our ‘religious’ life and our ‘mundane’ life, are somehow quite different entities,… is perhaps like our similarly shared appearance that the sun rises in the east, travels across the sky, and sets in the west. Who can deny the 'truth' of that appearance ? Yet, is it what is 'actually' happening ? Is me sitting here at my computer in my dressing gown somehow different a radically different action than me doing prostrations to the Buddha while chanting sacred, centuries-old mantras ? At this point I feel I should say that I find putting this thread together has turned out to be quite a learning experience for me. It makes me examine the choices of the stories I put here, and what it is about them that makes me feel that they stand out, in some way, from the endless sea of printed word accessible to us all. “But why these two books,… and why lump them together ?”, were questions that rattled around in my brain for several weeks before a satisfactory answer began to sift itself out. In the end the tentative answer came that they were both written by authors who were themselves products of dysfunctional families. And so too, am I, (without going into unnecessary detail.) I think there’s always an invisible strand of understanding between people who have been shaped during their formative years by some common experience. And from talking to many friends throughout my lifetime, it now no longer seems extraordinary to me just how many people grew up in what society has come to coin the newish term, ‘a dysfunctional family.’ But to cut too long a preamble short,…. The first two extracts are taken from “Swimming With my Father”, (by Tim Jeal) and the third one from an absolutely wonderful book called, “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry”, (by Rachel Joyce). Perhaps a bit of a warning for those who might well find them 'just too boring’. As praise-worthy as I found these two books, (and “Harold Fry” I would heartily recommend to almost anyone),… I should add the proviso that I think they would only really appeal to readers who are at the very least in their forties. My own life experiences tell me that until one has lived through a wider band of life’s spectrum of experiences, (in particular, marital relationships losing their sparkle, and the gradual aging and dying of our parents),… then, these two stories will probably find very little echo of understanding. But for those who have touched on these experiences, the honesty and clear-sighted observation of these two authors, and the life-enhancing way they’ve gone through, then re-emerged with a much richer understanding of their own life,… I think makes these books priceless gems of literature. As a final step into the unfamiliar, I’ll add two reviews of these books from Amazon’s readers that I’ve copied and pasted. They give an excellent general idea of the plots, plus, reviewers are simply authors of a different type of literature. The two I chose were, I thought, equally praise-worthy craftsmen of the written word. * * (1) Amazon Review of “Swimming With...” “What an extraordinary memoir of the author's father and family life. Whilst it is apparent from the unusual life views held by the author's father that he was an undoubted eccentric, the book is generously laced with poignant/painful observations of life within a dysfunctional family unit which ultimately I found movingly life affirming. The book relates the pain, embarrassment, guilt, love and confusion of growing up with an unusual father through initially the eyes of a boy and finally from the perspective of a married family man. The writing is nostalgic rather than sentimental and moves between humour and despair without bearing judgement on the subject of the book. Having read this book two years ago and being profoundly moved by it, I find that from time to time my mind reflects on events recorded in the book to this day. In the end, this finally prompted me to write an Amazon review in the hope that it might encourage a few more prospective readers to satisfy their curiosity and hopefully feel as rewarded as I was when I'd read this brilliant book.” * * (2) Amazon Review of “The Unlikely Pilgrimage…” "One of the sweetest, most delicately-written stories I've read in a long time. Ostensibly it is about a man, just retired, who sets out to walk from Devon to Berwick on Tweed after receiving a letter from an old work colleague who is dying of cancer. Harold pens a quick reply and sets off to post it, but somehow the posting of this letter seems inadequate. He decides instead to walk the 500 odd miles to Berwick, taking us with him. It is clear very early on that Harold's life has been a disappointment. An inability to connect with his son, (stemming from his own neglectful childhood) has driven a stake between him and his wife, Maureen. As a result what had once been a good marriage has deteriorated into a hopeless desert of non communication. It is during his long walk that we discover all about Harold, and Maureen, and their son David, and all about the long held grievances and misunderstandings that have culminated in their isolation and loneliness. Sometimes these memories are extremely painful and I found myself moved beyond belief at this fictional tale. One of the 2 star reviews on this page unbelievably states "nothing much happens". Nothing could be further from the truth. Everything happens as this endearing man struggles to make sense of his life and struggles to find hope and optimism after a lifetime of doors having been closed resolutely in his face. This is a story about all those things we leave unsaid, of all those regrets we fight daily to forget. Wonderful writing, clear recognizable characters, a story that won't leave you, and an in-depth-examination of all those weird and wonderful contradictions that make us what we are. * * (1) “Swimming With My Father “ Like most children, I once had immense faith in the protective powers of my parents. But while I never doubted that they would be around forever, I knew from the age of six that my father was fallible. On one of our many walks to Kensington Gardens via De Vere Gardens - where we would often drop in at the headquarters of the Order of the Cross - I saw in the window of a toyshop at the end of Launceston Place a little tin steamship with a red funnel. For a week or two my father held out against my pleas to be bought this beautiful ship. 'Some boy with a richer daddy will buy it soon,' I said pressing my forehead against the glass. But no richer daddy ever did pass by and wreck my dream, and in the end my histrionics paid off and my father allowed himself to be bullied into buying the red-funnelled steamer. I sang to myself and danced along, clutching a thrilling oblong box, bound for the Broad Walk and the Round Pond. In the past I had quite enjoyed watching other children's boats, but never had I known such happiness as I felt today approaching the water's edge. My steamship had a metal rudder, which if set to one side at the correct angle would bring her back to land again just before the clockwork mechanism wound down completely. At least a dozen successful trips had been made by the time my father announced that we would be late for supper unless we left Kensington Gardens at once. 'That's all for now, Tim.’ 'Just one more trip,’ I begged, shoving the boat into the water anyway. In my haste, I failed to set the rudder at the proper angle and my little vessel headed straight out towards the centre of the pond. 'Get a stick!' cried my father, knowing the boat must be plucked from the water immediately. But there were only a few miserable twigs to be seen. And there was my father, still sitting on a bench taking off his shoes, while my ship was almost beyond the point where she could be grabbed by anyone paddling. 'Please get in the water now !’ Unfortunately for me, his Herbert Barker shoes were worth vastly more than the boat, and he did not intend to get them wet. It was agony for me to see him losing yet more time struggling to undo the laces of his second shoe. 'Hurry, daddy!' But even as I spoke, I knew it was too late to wade in. I let out a wail which sent my poor father dashing to the edge, where he stood balancing awkwardly on his one shod foot, while his naked one waved about in the air - a picture of dithering indecision. 'Maybe the wind will blow it in again,’ he said, hopping back to the bench to put on his discarded shoe. Somewhere out there, roughly in the middle of that vast pond, my steamer's propeller ceased to rotate. There were always a number of ‘boy men’ at the pond, owners of magnificent yachts so large that they had to be wheeled to the water on trolleys. Because most of these boyish grown-ups stepped into the water to stop their boats hitting the pond's edge, they wore thigh-length boots. Although my father did his best to persuade them to take pity on us, all refused, saying the water in the middle would come over the top of their waders. But there was a rowing boat in a shed near the Orangery, and they said that for a fee of £2 a boatman would wheel this boat to the pond and rescue my helpless steamer. My father raised a hand to his brow. £2 was a huge sum - far more than he had paid for my steamer. 'Do you think it's been blown in any closer ?' he asked, gazing hopefully into the distance. 'I think we should fetch that man.' My father looked at his watch and, because we were already late for supper, reckoned he had little to lose by waiting till the breeze blew in my boat. That way he would not have to pay £2 or buy a replacement vessel. But, as the light began to fade, the wind dropped, and my boat became motionless on the glassy surface of the pond. By the time we went in search of the boatman, he had gone home. So my father had achieved the worst possible outcome, for me at any rate. I returned home in tears, without my steamship, to be told that our supper was inedible, though I seem to remember eating it. Lying in bed, I imagined how the fathers of several school friends would have behaved in the same crisis. All would either have got their shoes wet, or paid the £2. If only my father could turn himself into a bustling, young, car-owning, thick-haired, decisive father. The following morning when I woke up and looked around, I wondered if I was still asleep. My steamship was propped at the end of my bed. I reached out and touched it. In the dining room my mother told me quite matter-of-factly that after I had gone to bed, my father had returned to the pond with a torch. By now he would have left for work, so I wouldn't be able thank him till the evening. 'What on earth's the matter with you ?' asked my mother, noticing how stricken I looked. 'You've got your boat back, haven't you ?' * (2) “Swimming With My Father” Until the last two or three months of her life, my mother's mood had always brightened when I reminded her of some comical or bizarre story from the past. One that had always made her laugh immoderately concerned one of the rare occasions on which my father had felt impelled to take a taxi somewhere. On the afternoon in question, he had returned home from work to find himself so hopelessly late for a 'meet the teachers' session at Westminster that no alternative form of transport was open to him. My mother had set out for the school half-an-hour earlier and had left an angry note urging him to hurry, so he ran out into the Cromwell Road and in pouring rain managed to catch a cab - a remarkable achievement during a wet rush-hour. At the very moment of his success, a middle-aged black man splashed towards him through the puddles and rapped on the glass, before passionately pleading to be allowed to take the taxi since he was late for a concert. 'Maybe we could share it?' suggested my father, very loath to surrender the cab, but already wavering as he sensed a need greater than his own. ''Where are you going?' 'The Royal Festival Hall,’ replied the man. 'Hop in,' said my father, thankfully. ''We're going in the same direction.' They had barely reached Gloucester Road when my father’s fellow passenger opened the small leather case he had been clutching, and lifted from its velvet nest a glistening silver harmonica. 'I'm Sonny Boy Williamson,’ he declared, and because you saved my life back there, I’m gonna give you your own concert.' So, all the way to Westminster, while the rain beat down on the roof of the cab, my father was treated to his own command performance by the world’s most famous blues harmonica player. Given their many misunderstandings over the years, the fact that my father's death made such a profound impact on my mother is greatly to her credit and to his. Being of a completely different cast of mind, my mother never took much pleasure in his 'Great Thoughts Calendar’, when he tore off and read out the day's quotation at breakfast. But one morning I remember him declaiming: ‘Blessedness is not the reward of virtue, it is virtue itself,' and my mother surprised me by saying, 'That’s really rather good.’ Only once can I remember her being amused by a religious comment made by my father, but this one instance made her laugh many times, although the joke was on her too. In those dismal days when the number of her cats was ballooning into the mid-teens, my mother sometimes lost count of exactly how many animals she had. One afternoon, I was at home in north London, when the telephone rang. 'I'm really sorry to trouble you, but can you come over fairly soon? You know my little back and white cat, Smudge?' 'I don't remember him.' 'He's a her, actually. Well, she's been run over.' 'Where is she?' 'On the road over the bridge. Her body’s in the gutter. You know I hate asking favours, but will you please come now and bury poor Smudge in the garden. Joe can't manage, and I simply can't face it.' Since my mother had sounded so wretched, I came and collected the cat, which was still in the gutter, and to my relief had not been squashed. Rigor mortis had set in and the cat's legs were stuck out straight, as if she was made of wood under her fur. I took her back to the house, dug a grave in the garden near the bay tree, and covered her. My mother watched tearfully as I patted down the earth. She seemed so distressed that I offered to stay on for a while, but she wouldn't let me. So with parental plaudits ringing in my ears, I drove home again, knowing the blessedness of virtue - or some transitory approximation. Later that same afternoon, my father telephoned me. He had just looked out of the sitting room window and seen Smudge sitting in the flowerbed on top of her own grave. 'It's like the Resurrection,' he told me, joyfully, before ringing off. Minutes later, my phone went again. My mother could hardly speak for laughter. Smudge had just walked into the kitchen and demanded her supper. 'All the time, she was somewhere down the road,’ gasped my mother. 'I'm afraid you've just buried . . .' more helpless laughter, 'a complete stranger.' * * (3) “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry” Harold passed office workers, dog walkers, shoppers, children going to school, mothers and buggies, and hikers like himself, as well as several tourist parties. He met a tax inspector who was a Druid and had not worn a pair of shoes for ten years. He talked with a young woman on the trail of her real father, with a priest who confessed to tweeting during mass, as well as several people in training for a marathon, and an Italian man with a singing parrot. He spent an afternoon with a white witch from Glastonbury, and a homeless man who had drunk away his house, as well as four bikers looking for the M5, and a mother of six who confided she had no idea life could be so solitary. Harold walked with these strangers and listened. He judged no one, although as the days wore on, and time and places began to melt, he couldn’t remember if the tax inspector wore no shoes or had a parrot on his shoulder. It no longer mattered. He had learned that it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness, and the loneliness of that too. The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had done so for a long time. Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same; and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human. He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair. *

Three travelers on a long and exhausting journey had become companions, and shared the same pleasures and sorrows, pooling all their resources. After many days they realized that all they had between them was a piece of bread and a mouthful of water in a flask. They fell to quarrelling as to who should have all the food. Making no progress on this score, they tried to divide the bread and water. Still they could not arrive at a conclusion. As dusk was falling, one finally suggested that they should sleep. When they awoke, the person who had had the most remarkable dream would decide what should be done. The next morning the three rose as the sun came up and the first traveler said, "This is my dream: I was carried away to places such as cannot be described, so wonderful and serene were they. I met a wise man who said to me, 'You deserve the food, for your past and future life are worthy and suitable subjects for admiration.'" "How strange," said the second traveler. "For in my dream, I actually saw all my past and my future. In my future I saw a man of great knowledge, who said, 'You deserve the bread more than your friends, for you are more learned and patient. You must be well-nurtured, for you are destined to lead men,'" The third traveler said, "In my dream I saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing. I felt a compelling presence which forced me to get up, find the bread and water, and consume them then and there. And this is what I did." The two companions were very angry and demanded to know why they were not called when the mysterious power compelled him to consume the bread. "But you were far from here! One of you was carried away to far places and the other to another time! How could you hear my calling?" he replied.

Yes Thank you both! For anyone who is interested I decided to eat some "mushrooms" and meditate, and I thought I would talk about my experience for the record: I did not experience any visions or anything that seemed different from my experience of reality as normal. It seemed simply to sharpen my senses significantly, and put me in a profound state of relaxation. Colors seemed more vivid, sounds easier to hear, and things that I normally would overlook (like tiny animals and birds in the trees, dust flowing through the air, ants crawling around me) seem glaringly obvious and impossible to miss. I was actually kind of disappointed because I was hoping for some more obvious guidance or direction. I did fall asleep and dream about a group of mesoamericans trying to talk to me in a language I did not understand (didn't appear to be spanish). They seemed amused that I was there and eventually gave up, laughed to each other and left. I was not lucid enough to ask them if they were connected to mushrooms and did not make that connection until later. My meditation went well, although nothing particularly exciting occurred. I feel like it simply put me in a state of meditation and relaxation automatically that experienced meditators probably can reach fairly easily. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

it sounds like you are describing lucid dreaming - which are truly a separate reality, In fact, Carlos Castaneda wrote a book called A Separate Reality which goes into this in great detail. Dreaming 'masters' can get to the point where they control the dream - Castaneda's nagual, don Juan Mateus, was capable of lucid dreaming and pulling Carlos into the dream so they would share the experience. shamans-in-training will spend years trying to master this, as Castaneda did. For some, it happens on the natch. My personal experience with them is that highly structured people (real left brainers) have a harder time getting into a lucid dream. Too fixed in their opinions. Sometimes people who are a little 'flakier' or easier-going have the required lack of mental 'clutching' that the left brainers possess. There's nothing quite like them, is there? And when they turn a bit erotic, omigod.

I've had 99% realistic dreams. You sort of walk around the house for a bit, make note that everything looks realistic and perhaps that a few things are out of place, then that's about it. Not too exciting. I do remember though, that my eyes looked hyper-realistic when I looked in the mirror. This was the only difference apart from a bit of a mess in the bathroom that would never have been there, and that there was fog outside where by brain was too lazy to render. I had this happen twice. A 3rd time was a realistic dream where my mind created the scenery. This was more interesting, but very empty like the other times. The scenery was very beautiful and peaceful but not enough to motivate me to do it any more. I had to put in a fair amount of effort to get my internal energetics set up for this, so I just left it at that. Been there, done that.

The big question is what is a dream anyway

When asleep, we often dream we can fly. When awake, we dream we can't.

false awakenings. i get that all the time. sometimes ill dream that i go to work and do stuff. and then ask my boss stuff that i was dreaming about as if it was reality...she thinks im nuts. energy work makes dreams really vivid and intense..

Right before I came to taobums just now I was thinking to myself how reality could just be a dream lol. of course I have had this thought before but just found it funny I thought that and then came here and this thread was up. Anyways yeah this has happened to me too as well in fact quite a few times.

Yep, a few times . So which is dream, and which is "reality" in our day to day "waking" state?

I wanted to tell about an experience that IIRC I had once or twice before, and maybe some dream/sleep/consciousness experts can give some insightful input. I woke up, after relatively little sleep. Wasn't sure whether to get up (tired) or continue sleep (didn't feel like falling asleep either). So I turned the lights on and after a while happened to fall asleep anyway. Then I was (apparently/probably) dreaming that I was trying to move / get up. I grabbed the alarm clock, wanting to read the time, but couldn't read what it showed because (I thought) my eyes weren't really open. I saw enough to grab the clock, but I felt so incredibly tired that trying to open my eyes was a futile struggle. Then I woke up and I was in exactly the same position as when the 'dream' started, before I grabbed the clock. The room, the lighting, it was all identical in dream and reality. The supposedly last thing I saw before falling asleep transitioned right into the dream state. But naturally I don't exactly remember the moment of falling asleep, so I'm not sure whether I moved at all during sleep. My position suggested that none of the arm movements transitioned into the physical. It was interesting, and as I said, I had this phenomenon of reality bleeding into the dream state before, apparently triggered by falling asleep again with the lights on.

This will be in a couple of parts, as he is emailing me each answer one by one. Which is pretty cool as it is obvious he's putting a lot of thought into this. The questions chosen were: question 1 re Tradition Tao has local and non local Spirits a Traditional Taoist Initiate knows both and helps you to make contact with them Initiation ritual is an introduction to these spirits If you are honest about your self these spirits can introduce themselves to you Initiation Ritual is a time to check your honesty or sincereity it is a kind of mirror for you to look at your self while Tao transcends culture some local spirits are culture bound as are some people so local Chinese spirits need Chinese initiation so advantage of Traditional teaching or formal study is to know spirits from accumulated tradition this also might help prevent wrong imagination of spirits question 2 originally Taoist martial arts have full spirit invocation practice before form practice some residue still seen in salutation or raising hands choreography at beginning or end of practice always invoke spirits you work with at beginning and give thanks at end sometimes there is complete invocation and convocation meeting before martial art practice and so it is assumed part of later training communists remove ritual movements from forms as they believed it "superstition of old men" alchemy of martial art practice always witnessed by spirits but if you not acknowledge them then your alchemy can become only about personal power and your spirit will become smaller even making you more fearful and afraid instead of true Tao communion with greater spirits who can help and teach you so you become helper to the greater spirit world and fullfill potential of real human as allie of Tao. 3 -Aggressive Emotions this pertains not to the form of practice but the emotional nature of the practicethat is to say if you think of harming someone with anger in your technique or movement you are using hatred as a form of Black Magic and you can nurture this in your techniques and movements and so perfect your hatred forging it into your techniqueby doing this you become smaller and darker with each practice and with each practice you move further away from the Spirits whose desire is to welcome you into the Path of the Tao. originally prior to any practice you banish demons and hatreds so they do not infuse themselves into your practice and you then also invoke the Deities and spirits you have as assistants---self defense as practiced in the Tao is an act of balance in life so emotions are carefully regulated but not forbidden. If you do not take the time to purify yourself before practice of any kind---then your practice will forge what is present within you --- and that is often not known til the moment of regret arrives and you find yourself acting in a way which is not your true self... 4. Love and Compassion This is about perspective on beings. The big picture. In the landscape of the earth the human is short lived and weaker than many animals...such a weak and small creature who is so slow to understand requires the friendship of greater spirits to assist knowledge of life. If you have a good Father who teaches you then you know how the greater can help the lesser. So it is also when you have alliances with higher Spirits. You can then express this to those of your level and less...this is Chi which is actual Virtue demonstrated in Behavior of what in the west is called Compassion. further note on developing love-----this is a form of kindness and understanding `(not condescension) usually experienced through having a good teacher. It can also be experienced through reading written material or meeting a teacher in a dream if one does not have access to a living teacher. The higher Spirits can get to you if you invite them. In fact at times they seek to correct the work of bad teachers by appearing to students in dreams or in totems like strange meetings or encounters with animals or spirits... This transcendent understanding kind of love is not the same as erotic love. Erotic love is also part of Tao and is an aspect of nature connected to the seasons - mainly spring time. Because of its power to over ride the sense of balance the Taoist view is to seek to balance the erotic drive. This is not through repression but through regulated expression according to season. Wine, meat and spice tends to amplify the erotic force so these things are considered necessary to regulate...and they are substances which in themselves can also be used to regulate erotic drives...in fact all five senses and their extensions need this regulation since all is building up in the spring and in general toward every full moon...ones physical practices wether yogic or martial also follow these cycles... Internal Power vs Skill "Internal" implies something kept in a family, country or within ones body. So the general idea is something which is contained and rarely expressed. In the traditional Chinese family the love between the father and son or mother and daughter is not spoken about in public. Rather is is felt in the atmosphere of the room as a kind of Chi. To speak about it would use it up. Internal Power is like this. It is about something held in reserve. One could say in western language it is about the power of the Will. But it has substance. So it is connected to individual freedom or autonomy. Skill is technical as in a craft like making a musical instrument. It is in the real sense "Gung fu" or "Work-through-time -with a human". In defensive arts one could win technically and yet somehow still feel in ones heart that one is inferior to the opponent one has defeated. How to explain this? Perhaps your opponent allowed you to win? so this feeling of encountering what is superior and yet being more clever---how to explain this? so this shows what you can call "Internal Power"...this is deeply connected to the human character and its capacity to carry devotion to a great cause or even a demonic one...in the West you could say this is connected to what is called "Sub conscious" or "Un conscious" but Taoist believe there is no "Un conscious" just very conscious Spirits using you and you do not detect it til you look for it! But Internal Power could also be simple domination of another through power of concentration of Will...a kind of hypnosis. Usually talking or giving a drug or some kind of suggestion is used with this...magical gestures while talking or some secret ritual to manipulate the Will of the perceived adversary is often used...this too is "Internal Power"...Even simple gossip to wrap ones enemy in veil of misconception is an example... Loss of Training methods most of what is lost is secret of Time. People do not use star, constellation, time of day for training. Season very important. Your age also very important. Location very important. Not practice in park or public. Intent to show off and tell others is not inwardly directed for personal alchemy. Actually secretism has its own power and can be used also for good effect not just for evil purposes. Good deed done in secret better than good deed for others to see. Spirits see all and reward accordingly but usually not with money. Also some technical methods like combing horses hair with skin of palm, or iron cones which cannot be lifted due to shape (like human breast) or hitting water or slapping candle---these things not done any more which also have healing functions---not to mention long term work with partner on tactical hands on technique for hours a day til movement is without specialness but intensely intelligent...use of handling human skeletal bones on full moon and other things which impart to body special intelligences also very good...but all must be done with alliance with good Spirits and with good outcome in mind in accordance with the Greater Tao otherwise one just becomes small devil in league with large Devils... Person to person training better to try from book than bad person who will help you lose faith in all teachers...intelligent person can learn from all things. That is way of Tao. Personal relationship with good teacher where both parties are in accord will transmit full tradition unimpeded. That is the best way. Otherwise one collects experiences and divines ones own path from a multitude of persons and experiences. This also works. Good student can extract good from bad teacher but is often burned from such an experience. Even Chang San-feng after 10 years at Shaolin had to have his pride balanced by having his sparks driven out by the Fire Dragon in Wu-Tang mountains...Bad student learning from Good teacher will pervert teaching due to his own bad nature and then will transmit dirt to others...this then pollutes society but will in time be balanced by opposing forces...all in time. It has been said good student harder to find than good teacher...Even bad student wants reputation of having studied with the best teacher! Practice Time best time for modern student is during and after sunrise and round sunset. Modern times require special knowledge of point of change or transition phase...Sun is easiest most positive and best teacher. Moon good too but can make one prone to moodiness unless balanced with sun. Intensity practice toward full moon and then go back to very mild practice for new moon or rest...and meditate more. Yin Chi Yin is "Shadow" so actually from dark part of moon. Full moon is least Yin of all moons. Most expressive. Moon magnetic and watery (Kidneys) compared to Sun which is electric...Earth has both powers like children have mother and father in them...so is not pure Yin. Mineral composition of earth allows for Yang and Yin forces from Cosmos to flow through it giving birth to elements etc. Still most practitioners seem to have feeling earth is female. Don't know if Canon or other sources are clear about this since we look at stars and constellations. But feet on earth very much and yes grounding good since we have natural and permanent relation to earth not like birds which can fly. Yes we can fly but it is not the same. It is not in our nature unless we transcend our nature. But in Tao we always first and primarily work WITH nature. Then after that we understand nature then we can transcend it -- but we cannot skip steps...it must be gradual and step by step. That is alchemy. Always alchemy is grounded. Earth makes gold and earth is "grounded". Human body no different -is miniature earth. In Taoism we borrow Chi from Big Earth and put in our small earth body. So we need contact. All our alchemy is about borrowing forces in a conscious way. Cloth bottom shoes allow grounding. Silk and wool best to ground. Also warm when wet. Cotton cold when wet---not very healthy. Some use animal skin of Tiger or Ram or Stag to sit on. But this is not considered auspicious unless you are given it or find it without killing. Like I-ching book it is always more auspicious if it is given to you freely and perhaps `"by accident"...otherwise there is the idea of something stolen...not truly yours...let things find you. Copper mineral becomes warm in hand easily especially right hand... iron magnet in left hand or as ring on finger...and gold thread in cloth very helpful...old embroidery often placed in clothing to help chi circulate as with silver and gold thread over heart or along spine...minerals worn on body near places of pulses...very good...all simply connects you to earth more clearly...and once experienced can be dispensed with. You cannot un-ring a bell. Ancient Schools All now is in fragments. Now if we wish to know tradition we must follow stream back to river and origin. Even "paper carrying" Taoists (!!) must do this. Never confuse political power with actual alliance with Spirits! A good school regular hours a kind patient teacher who admits he or she does not know everything lack of melodrama good tea (perhaps in West good coffee!) old people exercise and laugh young people can be intense and true to ideal part of local community very much and always has work study for poor students but not exploit poor student-just exchange but as far as learning real passage of knowledge is individual and person to person. Not in a group. But training in two person exercises very necessary and is good in group. Sexual Retention Implies Sex needs to be "retained"...well perhaps due to media in West this is so. At present in modern West people are sexually stimulated daily. This can be relaxed with a sort of fasting from media...try a few days and see how you feel. No tv or computer or phone. Traditional Chinese way is to follow seasons for this. But human unlike animal desires to have sex at times other than Springtime! so some regulation is necessary. Also humans have sex for pleasure not just for progeny so is different. Less sex gives more energy for physical activities and if one is a martial arts teacher or having a physical job this is necessary or one can become weak. Kidney energy very important. Chinese view is this is inheritance from parents and so is also connected to memory and Will of ancestors and respect for them. How to do it? what is against nature and what is fighting nature? Tao has principles and techniques. Water flows down. Sex is natural urging. How does natural become un-natural? this is real question for human to ask. So Taoist idea is not to stop sex like some Buddhist schools. At same time in male sperm is only ripe at certain time and so must be changed otherwise one is merely carrying the dead-perhaps in more ways than one! Old time table was quite strict...around 15-25 man can release once a week, 25-35 every two weeks and 35-45 every three weeks and at 50 once a month and after 50 one should stop emitting. This is for life span of 120. Most men in West die at 70-75. So here you get the math. Basically from old view Western man has sex twice as much as he ought for Taoist life span. Of course life in modern times much more stressful and quietness is not practiced and moreover is considered inconsiderate due to need for work production for society. And if married and partner has desire one needs to consider needs of one another. So old rules can be adapted. Sexual process for women similar. Fertility declining with the female as capacity (not necessarily desire) declines with male. However both sexes can have desire ripening and lessening at various times in their lives. Sexual desire often directed by Spirits and also Ancestors. It is not just "You" who wants to have sexual relations. Other spirits participate. Thus one can feel "driven" or "possessed". So some kind of "Spirit Hygiene" can help with this. Correct Ritual and meditation practices, etc. For young women vegetarian diet with intense physical activity can all but stop menstruation. Fertility however will remain. This is important for them to know. Idea that women must lose blood by nature not an absolute rule. Depends on level of physical activity and diet. And young men also who are working physically intensively and not near womens smell will also often forget about sex. So much depends on smell and proximity. This is why Monasteries were found effective for Spiritual research. Monastic life not about repression but about expression. Very intentional concentration-so men and women separated. Not for everyone. And not permanent. Just for a time. As for special gymnastic for man not emitting this can be done for birth control (very old tradition) but unless started when young (puberty) can be too painful. Also can cause stones in kidneys and so one must drink more water and have a bit more salt in the diet to dissolve extra minerals which back up in kidneys and bladder. If one tries this kind of thing in middle age it is a bit too late and hard on the body but this depends on the individual. Certainly if one talks about doing this for months or years this is in opposition to nature and Tao and there is a price to be paid. One can attempt balance via special breathing and forms of chi-gung but please remember to increase movement of breath in the body will make any imbalance increase! first there must be some balance---in Tao we go to Stillness. Then concentration. Otherwise breathing exercises merely make ones problems more. Like blowing on a fire. Various sicknesses can result. For women if they do exercise to make vagina more contractile it is good to prevent or relieve prolapesed uterus. Muscular exercise for both sexes in urogenital region good for health and old age. Of course not too much. It is medicine. Every three days to do some good. Also some ideas of sexual "control" due to Confucian view of women as "taking" from man. These ideas degenerated to foot binding and other various unnatural acts. One can become less than human through unnatural practices. Then what is one? 13 Spirit Communication extremely personal and generally not to be shared with others except perhaps teacher spirits identified by traditional description of texts and from teacher with overlapping personal phenomena of omens, totems, synchronicities, dreams all contribute to verification as well as any direct or dramatic experience all phenomena needs to be carefully examined and not cause for personal glory if one exploits or attempts to exploit Spirits they usually depart if they dont then we can truly question their identity generally spirit work is similar to conversation with a trusted friend and so is not to show to others a simple check is to see if the Spirit likes exactly what you like- if so that can be a problem-it may simply be your ego or personality extension another way is to put up imaginary black veil and see is spirit can express through it if so then it is at least powerful enough to come through your intentional block and therefore not merely imagination 14 Ba gua vortexes Ba gua has synthesizing quality and so it is good to be eccentric yourself otherwise the weirdness factor may be too high it is not for everyone so protection ritual very necessary to filter out parasites of all kinds

the practice mast penetrate daily life in the beginning it is hard when you do the dishes concentrate on what you are doing don't think. when walking don't day dream just walk, and so on.

Good luck to your Mom as well, and as far as dreams go I'm not sure but I may have started on my own path from one. I had a dream I won't go into detail about (not afraid it's just long) but the number 137 came up in it. I learned that it's an important number in theoretical physics and is a part of the fine structure constant, also called alpha. My brother died in 2002 but was a physicist, loved Richard Feynmann and Richard considered alpha to be extremely significant. A few days before I learned what it was to "be" I saw a youtube video that made me focus more. Then last night after meditating a bit I came up with this, which may mean absolutely nothing (hehe) in physics or mathematics but I found it beautiful. I started with a dot representing "Is", or infinity, or whatever you'd like to call everything. Then a dot to either side to represent each side of "opposites", or the beginings of duality. Then I connected them with circles which created essentially the yin/yang, or the greek symbol for infinity. When I created squares within each circle, with all the points connecting to "is", I realized there was an interesting coincidence when each "dot" was counted. At the top, with "is" there is 1, then the beginnings of duality had created 3 dots. Then in the third which I thought of as the universe we live in, 3d duality in a sense, I had created 7 dots. Thus creating 137, not as a sum of total numbers, but as steps of creation in a sense. I could visually see the fine structure constant with 1 over, or "divided" in a sense, by 137. http://hethatwatches.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/diagram_infinity.png I haven't held onto it too strongly, and I am aware that very often you can see the numbers you want to see virtually anywhere and in anything, but I felt it was very interesting and wanted to share it and the drawing with folks here. Any math or physics folks here with any thoughts on it?

hi 宁道友 Thanks a lot reminding us of this and giving me the opportunity to think about this question. 陈 撄宁 is born in 1880 twenty years after the end of the opium war, which resulted in the humiliation of the Chinese state and the free hands to the English, French, American and Russian to do bussiness and enrich themselves to the detriment of the chinese society and population. Becoming a young adult in this context, I imagine, Chen Ying Ning thought as many others, how to protect the chinese country and culture against the ignorance and greedyness of the western foreigners. Today we have to ask ourselves questions. In Europe the ignorance of other cultures than the european ones and the arrogance in our way of thinking is still very present. When our interest goes to Chinese culture and religions it is often a kind of attraction to an exotic dream, the hope somewhere else far away, the inner conflicts human being must fight don't exist. It has nothing to do with the language, everyday life, history and construction of generations. In addition to that, there is a problem with the way the westeners do their "shopping" in other cultures spiritual heritage. Because we in Europe have destroyed the last traces of the old shamanic religions, we travel elsewhere to find them again, because our culture and religion includes a negation of the body we look elsewhere to find inspiration to relate again to our bodies for our health and spiritual paths. etc... I understand the chinese masters and teachers are more than sceptical seing coachloads of westeners arriving with their ignorance and their (not any more so much) money, trying to buy a quick way to a dream, instead of what is otherwise a question of decades of study, personal efforts, patience, searching for a master and hard work. I understand they don't want to waste their time. In fact I often think they are much too polite. But for having spent 20 years teaching a "foreign" culture, which is my original culture, and having myself been in a process of studying cultures for me "foreign" for many years, I also think "traveling" is a necessary social and historical fact for cultures to grow, exchange, change and live. The interest in the west for daojia is still very confidential. Most people arrive through martial arts or chinese medicine. Few are ready to devote a lot of hours and efforts to learn what is necessary to go into this cultural path and understand this spiritual tradition. When speaking for exampel of neidan it is a question of personal practice maybe 90% even if the 10% of teaching by a master is determinant for the daoren to be able to enter the way. There will always be people crossing the borders, lets try to do it as devoted students and respectfull xuesheng and not as greedy consumers. And if your yuanfen leads us to a place and a person who accepts to teach us, it will always be according to what we are able to perceive.

Oh, one thing I forgot to mention in the OP was that same night with the lucid dream/ghost incident, my partner also informed me that she was waking up loads during the night. Apparently I was twitching and burning up. She said it's no wonder as it was a warm night and the radiator was on. I went downstairs to the heating timer. It hadn't been on since 9pm. W.T.H!

God:Wonderful question, soaring crane, soar you do. To answer this question we need to travel back to ancient times... Come with me. We can go back even further with this, but to maintain the most relevance for this current epoc of man - let's drop into the timeline in "ancient" Greece, not too long before the Golden Age. There was a period of time here, let's call it a post-Atlantean readjustment phase. Many beings fleeing from the fall of Atlantis traveled to the Greco peninsulas, called their by source/light. Many of these beings were much large than we are today, they walked with me, they were with their godliness. Man and woman were at ease with one another, balanced. Things started to settle in and the balance of society was good. Women came, at this time, to be more central and holding a leadership position in their partnerships with men. Women were actually more dominant for a time, but the men were ok with that. Being closer to their godly state, they knew that women were by their very nature closer to God/Source. They knew that. They lived that, and women were more worshiped for their simple beauty, their tendency to nurture, and their intrinsic compassion. Like all cycles, the creation phase of this newly forming "society" came to maturity. And as is the way of life, so then came a period of chaos. In this chaos, the "honeymoon" period of this relationship dynamic came under pressure. It is the way of life to move from creation, to chaos, and back to creation repeater. So when the chaos phase developed - which is essential for evolution (it is from the darkness that we extract the gold) - it brought up that which sought transmutation - namely the past horrors and fear surrounding the ancient relationship within and around mankind. Souls were tired. They had lost their foundation, and this phase was offering a new one. The past fears of times where women dominated men, and vice versa arose. Women were shown the great chasm in their wombs, and men the great hole in their hearts. In addition to this mankind felt they needed a rest. When we are tired it calls upon great surrender to divine will. But surrender requires great strength, and they were tired. They were tired from their past... They wanted a rest from spiritual work. At the arrival of these lower energies, resistance was growing. The hearts of mankind wanted to rest. "Can't we just have a rest now?" they asked me, and they began asking en masse. "Can't we just rest, it's too much? We want to enjoy the senses and live". And the compassion of the universe is unconditional, so it was. As the masses go so shall go the earth. This choice began to change the dynamics of the society accordingly. Men became increasingly dissatisfied with being "told what to do" by women. The perfect couple, under the pressure of the past within, began to distance themselves from each other, and thus from me (tears from the author). Men wanted more freedom, and women started to speak up to man. Before that there was an understanding that flowed, now it took words. But men wanted more, they sought more "power" in their day to day life. Men began talking to each other about their growing dissatisfaction. Some of them, acting out of past inner pain and the energetic wounds of old, began to meet in groups to discuss this issue and what to do about it. You see, there are two paths for you hear on earth when it comes to the life you'd like to become/lead. When, in our life, we feel the upsurge of old negative emotions we have a choice to make. It's a choice to be conscious, and resolve the old emotions with compassion and wisdom - thus moving into a higher frequency - or a choice to be unconscious, in which case we dismiss these inner feelings, suppress them and those energies crystalise within our body tissues in a holding pattern until we can deal with them. Now, these two choice have a big affect upon the way we then interface with the world and the evolutionary waves that woo us forward. If we have chosen to suppress and avoid the "work" - then these inner frequencies take up residence in a more superficial level of our consciousness - they become "aurically" active, and "visible". Because of this, these energies, still seeking resolution, play out in your life. The illusion becomes thicker, and these "themes" generate scenarios that will allow us to heal them in a perhaps less direct manner. Rather than working with wisdom and responsibility, these energies enter the realm of experience. Now, within that context let me go deeper with this. Let's go very deep... Come with me, now, to the center of the earth. It's hot there, so dress for the occasion We are still at a similar timeframe. While the above scenario is taking place, in the center of the earth, upon an ancient rock, sits a man. This man is very learned of the ways of the earth - he know me well. He is about 700 years old at this time - let's call him the "Super Wise Man". There is an ancient tale in your histories about him. This man was beyond the folly of the masses, he left them long ago. He sits in meditation at the core of the earth, peaceful. Throughout his time there he had been visited by several people - let's call them yogis. The came and went at times. It was very difficult for most to come to that place, it took much ascension to be in such a state of godhood - even then. Those that came couldn't stay long. But some did come, and sometime they would ask him questions. He would help them if it was the will of the way to do so. For some it was, and some he helped - so it was. This man could see all of it. Without being involved or broken from his peace, he was one with those above - he knew well their plight. It had been a long time, maybe a few hundred years, since anyone came to visit him. There was one yogi that come infrequently. This yogi, one day, was approached by a man that sought answers. The man seeking answers was a representative of a group of men, a group of men that were growing in numbers, a group of men that represented the growing dissatisfaction of men within society. This group of men had now reached a point of culmination. They had come to realise that the balance of energy was stopping them from growing greater in their power - so they sought answers from the learned of the earth. Humanity had chosen to sleep, they "needed" rest. Within that rest, with the increase of manifesting imbalance, men sought greater independence - playing out very old inner pasts. The men were actualising greater humanities desire to sleep more, to go deeper. All of this turmoil was in a way harder than the work, they needed a deeper dream. And so it was, that these men, this "Brotherhood" - sought to answer this calling. Humanity wanted to sleep, and these men had their own agenda within that force - an agenda for "power". The yogi was asked questions by the man representing the "Bortherhood". He wanted the lore. Specifically he wanted the keys to the dynamics of the earth grid in relation to man and woman. The yogi told him all he could. The yogi had no judgement, and offered no resistance. The yogi could see through this man, through the other men, and see all of it. He told him all he knew, but the man grew impatient and angry with him. The man wanted more. He threatened the yogi, but the yogi had no fear of death - he was pure compassion. He told the man that he had no more to teach him...but there is another. He told the man where to find the Super Wise Man, how to get there, and promised him that he would find his answers there. The man returned to his group and began the training required to travel to the center of the earth, seeking counsel with the Super Wise Man. The yogi warned the man before he left. He warned him that the Super Wise Man must be approached with utmost respect. He said that the Super Wise Man was very powerful, that he could disintegrate him at a whim if he chose. He instructed the men on how to approach the Super Wise Man. It took the group a long time to get there. They all tried, and it took their most skilled adepts to make the journey intact. The Super Wise Man allowed them to make the journey. He had been aware of their attempts, he was privvy to the mans conversation with the yogi, and he had humanity within his heart. The Super Wise Man knew what they sought, and he came unto me. "What is your wish?", he asked me. My wish is always the same, it has never changed. I wish for all of you to have free choice. Only when each of us, in free choice chooses to be with me, will there be peace on earth. The system is perfect. The Super Wise Man already knew my reply, and yet humbled himself unto my will. He then knew that he was to offer what they sought. He knew that humanity was the driving force, and they wanted sleep. So the Super Wise Man gave the Brotherhood a leg up. There were three men, the most skilled among the brothers, that were about half way to where they needed to be. The three men didn't know why but all three suddenly developed exponentially. They had fear in their hearts, holding them back, they knew it. And the fear did not leave, but the power came. They were enabled, without realising it, by the Super Wise Man. They made the journey to the center of the earth. They found themselves within a vast cavern - and could feel a very intense presence. It was the Super Wise Man. The most skilled of them approached closer. The Super Wise Man brought him closer, and suddenly the man was before him. The man fell to his feet, his fear was uncontainable. "Have no fear", said the Super Wise Man in his first physical words for several hundred years. Instantly, the man felt all fear fade from his being - he felt like a God. "What you seek I shall provide", said the Super Wise Man, and then proceeded to transfer vast amounts of information into the mans consciousness. He spoke physically, but with those words came a stream of knowledge that the man now "knew without knowing". He spoke of the keys of the earth grid, and the sacredness of the relationship between man and woman, children, nature, animals, and the sacred spiritual humans that walked alongside humanity. The Super Wise Man was showing the man how to re-engineer society wise the sacred earth keys- with knowledge of the way. He explained the creation of the earth and its manifestation through the grid, and talked to the creator angels that brought it into being. He explained the binary nature of grid ascension dynanics;how to ascend and how to descend the grid, and he explained that in accordance with below so shall it be above. The man was enraptured. He had no questions, the transmission was complete. The Super Wise Man filled his bucket and answered all questions without them being asked. The man was in tears, humbled. Pressing most in the mans mind was a deep chasm of guilt. He sensed a sadness in the Super Wise Man (authors tears fall). He knew that a sacred seal had been ruptured, that he had what he came for. He bowed his head to the Super Wise Man, and when his head rose again the man was with his two companions, back on the surface of the earth. The man collapsed and cried uncontrollably. His two companions supported him, and when they touched him - they saw it all. They saw everything that the Super Wise Man imparted. They saw it all. A vision of a great spiral staircase unfolded before them. The three men talked at length, discussing how to convey this knowledge to their Brotherhood. What came to pass was an understanding of the sacred nature of women, and how they link men to God. They discussed the dynamics an implications of this with regard to the binary ascension of the grid. They knew that while women were empowered in society, there was a great upward force propelling the balance upward through the spiral - to higher frequencies. They inversely saw and discussed that when women were disempowered, so came a great, inverse, downward force. The three men returned to their group of men, and took long counsel with their leaders. Great counsel was held in secret, to discuss the great plan that was unfolding. The men worked together unfolding the keys they were given, dividing and mapping out this knowledge into a master plan. This plan developed over time, but came to a culmination and was soon the lesser keys became common knowledge unto the Brotherhood. The men were organised, and they had knowledge. They had greater knowledge and keys to gain greater knowledge and skill. They worked together to design a great unfolding fabric of change. Women, children, nature, animals, and spiritual mankind were to be systematically disempowered. This would happen gradually, and would be weaved into the very fabric of society. They knew that in order to facilitate great sleep among mankind, these groups had to be pushed down, oppressed. And so it was, and on it went. Layer upon layer of life fell into the path of descent. Women and children were systematically and gradually marginalised, disempowered, and oppressed. The spiritual leaders were removed from positions of counsel and power. Systems and structure was introduced to society and embraced with open arms by the all. And all the while the Brotherhood worked in secrecy, behind the scenes, adjusting and working the mechanics of life to their own desire. This theme continued, and continues to this day, to the point of complete separation from me. You will see remnants of this story in your histories, as I have mentioned. They whispered in the ear of the Super Wise Man and in came a great flood engulfing all the land, and all the people with it. The great flood was not about water, but about consciousness. A great flood of consciousness engulfed humanity, just as they wanted, just as they granted unto themselves in my name. (shivers up the authors spine). A great sleep was all pervading, and they veil was. So, you must see that this was an act of compassion. "Why is society structured so unfairly against women?" - That was your question soaring crane. I think I have answered that. And yet, your heart still hurts. Well, this brings us to a lesson on judgement. The three men could not make the journey to the core of the earth on their own. And contrary to their own belief, it was not fear that stopped them. Nay, fear is fuel for greatness, coal for transmutation into love. No, it was judgement that stopped them. And it was judgement that was lifted from them for their journey. You see, when we judge another, or when we judge what is - we enter a contract. Discernment sets you free from judgement. To discern is to know, to judge is to condemn, and condemnation becomes your own. To get to the center, then men had no judgement. No judgement of the right and wrong of it. It just is, and its perfect because it is. So, when we judge we enter this contract. We trap, in time and space, that which we judge, in whatever way we judge it. We entrap ourselves, and everything changes - knowing dematerialises into belief. So, my point is that "unfair" is judgement based. Now, don't get me wrong here. If it were me, I'd agree that the highest way is one of balance between man and woman. It is a sacred key, and was never a secret. But, when humanity seeks to forget that, and any other truth that makes us see the truth - then things change in accordance with that will, and all of the players in this great stage take their part. Responsibility is about acting in response. Responsibility is not about obligation. Humanity chose to not take responsibility for a while. They needed a rest. And so it is that the compassion of the universe, the compassion of children, nature, animals, and the spiritual to follow this. Women in their compassion took it for us. Women are the yielding absorbing force, the yin force if you will. And so it is. So, soaring crane, you see that women offer us a great compassion taking the fall they have taken, and take every day. They wait compassionately, endlessly, effortlessly. They are there for us. But so too are men. They offer what is sometimes hard to recognise as an act of compassion (referring to the above mentioned process). Now, within this context - we also called upon "off-planet" assistance, we are all in this together. But, it was humanities will to sleep that is the catalyst. So, what part for you and your life? Love unconditionally. And if you love unconditionally, then there are no conditions to your love (shivers up the authors spine). I have beseeched you to love thine enemy many times, through many messengers. And I told you to be patient, And I told you to be fine, And I told you to be balanced, And I told you to be kind. So, go forth now. There is no unfairness that is not an act of divine love. Unfairness only arises when it is called upon as the great teacher that it is. So, love them. Love those that wrong you, and be patient with them, be fine in the midst of discrimination, I will hold your heart in mine (tears from the author), i will bring balance where there is need within you if you live in my name, to you I will be kind because kindness is the fruit of my love for you. So, soaring crane. Go to your circle and give thanks. When you chose a higher way, I will deliver unto you those that will support you for they seek your support within them. And thank women and men alike, for only when we come together in my name shall we soar together once more (tears from the author). With all my love...