I've had an interesting first 2 weeks of 2025 with many dark dreams portending to a grim, clinical future. I hesitate to provide details because my recall is currently a little vague, but I just feel it in my guts/soul that this is important info and I need to remember all of it. I've been placed in a solitary hospital ward in the dream. I meet my godparents one by one; we greet each other warmly, and exchange pleasantaries. We make commitments to meet again in the future, and share all that we can. Then I see my old childhood dog, Dinky. He was a tiny black/tan Yorkie Terrier, with a heart of gold and a taste for mischief. We play together and try to wear each others' wits out. Then I see a PC screen come into view; on the screen are important X messages that I currently can't discern. All I know is my tangible emotional reaction to the dream, I quickly became convinced that I needed to concentrate and remember these events, but I was slow to respond and lethargic when I did. I shared many posts on X in this dream. I only have a 100 or so followers, but I get a fair few likes from the usual characters following me on X. In the dream I have a sickly feeling, as I ponder a dangerous and intimidating immediate future.
I've had this series of dreams since the new year, and it's enhanced my life this year; it's certainly helped to concentrate my mind solely on what truly matters in life. I try to keep things in balance with some positive dissociating pastimes/activities, which during this time has been watching the 1984/85 19 part V Series. I'm on episode 8 and it's silly but it has a good heart and some decent concepts. I've also made some time to listen to good music too. The other day I listened to Presence, the 1976 LP from Led Zeppelin and 3 of the songs in particular blew my mind. The rest of the record was a bit mundane, but these 3 good songs got my creative juices flowing. I've also seen a few little white figures out of the corner of my peripheral vision lately too. They're just zipping along and then they vanish.
I had a late night 4d attack about a week back too. I'm lucid dreaming and I'm struggling to fight back against a white alien figure which has me in an armlock. After a long struggle, I pull one of the figures hands to my face. I stretch my mouth towards it and take a deep committed bite! Then it lets out a desperate harsh cry and lets go of me. And then, naturally, I woke up. Things in my life have gone up a few levels so far this year. My study is paying dividends, my effort is being rewarded with fresh levels of understanding. I pray about twice a week. I've long memorised TPOTS and it's a good spiritual exercise to reach a serene, thoughtful state of mind. I still drink the odd beer, but it's under control, never excessive. In my mind I try to see where we are in 2030, in my subconscious mind. My well devloped visual sense aids me here big time. I see comets, electrical storms and rainy, foggy skies. I also see UFOs and alien beings. I see a few ghosts too. Add all this together and you have the ultimate "call to adventure" in my 50 year life so far. The UFOs are silver and shiny. The aliens are very pale, but they zip around with an alarming pace. The ghosts come to me in very brief moments of visionary clarity, mainly lasting only a second or so. My last one was back in late December, when I saw Caesar being attacked and murdered back on that fateful day in the Senate. It was a very cinematic vision, and I saw a long lens view of this most cowardly, wicked act. My mind often wanders to people like Caesar, JFK, Gurdjieff and Castandeda and weigh up the available ideas. Then I review what I discovered in The Wave series too, and I supercharge myself for continued efforts aimed at learning more.
I've now reached my 50 year lifetime milestone. I feel a bit chubby, scruffy, and a bit rough round the ages. But I have a conscience, along with an alert, intuitive mind. Plus I have a good memory for notable visions. Also, regularly keeping a journal is an essential life skill, as is being able to draw. Intellectually I'm still growing up, but emotionally I'm more experienced than I previously realised. To be honest it was a section of my life I spent little time exploring. I felt little as I concentrated on hard information on densities, dimensions and UFOs. It was making me a wise, but rather bland dork for a while back when I was younger. I adhered to what I considered to be the best working hypothetical framework and method so far, or so I thought. But perhaps I lacked the nerve to challenge orthodoxy fully. That drive came with my emotional memory. It took a long time but it was worth the wait. I live a fairly clean, determined and laser focused life now. I live frugally and save money every month now. For a rainy day, or rather a new order of food/melatonin/tobacco /soap/toothpaste in the weeks to come. I'm still a bit moody and pessimistic but who knows what's coming around the corner? Time will tell, until then DCM bless us one and all, so many multi-faceted lessons still to learn. Thank you for reading a slightly more positive post on this thread from me. I'm trying harder than before!
), it was a really positive experience. I was poor, but always busy, and mostly happy. Anyway, it's been on my mind because Mr B's studio was flood damaged recently, and is undergoing vital repairs, so is temporarily closed down. I'm planning to go down there next week and talk with Mr B, he's a good friend and I'd like to help him out if I can. Plus it'll be stimulating to be around the buzz of an art crowd again. Through the studio I managed to sell dozens of pictures back when I was working there, a handy bonus when you're poor. Mr B himself is a noted local public figure, his graffiti paintings (partly inspired by Basquiat and Banksy), sell for £1-2k, he's got real talent. I just feel like reaching out and being of service to someone else for a change. It's been a while. I've been a little morose and inward looking of late, a bit of social living will go a long way.
