Recent Ancestor dream:
My admired and greatly missed grandmother, who lived a life for others, carried the power in the family bloodline. The power to vocalize, I think, - translate into funny words - the daily FRV-state of pets and people. So the dogs were always given their new nickname, which changed every day. The customary, normal name of the dog was only there for discipline & call back. Just like Fulcanelli talking to the birds using the Language of Birds.
Having inherited this power from her, the dog of the house has a different name each day, probably depending on its vibrational-emotional state. The pets, upon hearing their new names, seem always become animated.
The reader could ask:
- So you can relate to dogs, make an emotional connection to animals. How about connecting to people?
Me (deflated):
- Umm... err... uh.. Yeah. Not so much..
Grandmother, while caring for all of the children of the expanded family on various vacations, mesmerized us with her amazing stories - made up on the go - about three heroes, named in the true fashion of Fulcanelli's jargon or bird-language. She was a true Bard, an Irish Seanchaí (master of stories). She had the power to creatively create in her tales and sewing and cooking. My greatest life regret is that I feel I was not caring more for her, especially in her later years, until her departure 12 years ago. I have the room protection crystals constantly touching her picture, of course, but I estimate with a well founded suspicion, that I'll get a thorough beating from her, once we meet in 5thD.
In the recent dream last week, I was asking her about * inheritance *, a made-up dream-subject I probably have seen in a couple of movies, but it perfectly served its purpose:
I was emotionally hurt. Indignant in my ignorance I approached her and asked:
- Grandma! Why have you left me out of your will? You don't mention me in your will, but everybody else. You left nothing for me.. I don't understand! I was good to you, I cared about you.. Why?
By the time this conversation reached its peak, she was so angry about my stupid ignorance that in the end she screamed like an eagle into my face:
- You cared about me? What about in your early adulthood, my dear? You call that caring, for me, the elderly??! Really??!
The power in her screaming voice hit me like being slapped by a giant's hand.. I was stunned and had to think back.. found myself in the past and realized that I was a truly ignorant savage then, a stupid and immature fool, who could hurt people with unmeasured words and inaction. I never learned how to deeply care for people when it really mattered.
It dawned on me that I didn't deserve being included in her will at all, because I was an ignoramus nobody then. At that time I didn't really care about her or anybody. I had fundamental troubles with recognizing deeper emotional connections to anybody really - to feel the pain of people. The fact that my parents were antithetical in this respect, unable to teach us the meaning of compassion being bad examples themselves, didn't help.
So I saw it clearly. There was no other way, but to admit it. In a much lower voice, barely audible, I had to tell her the truth:
- Oh.. I see now. I was an ignorant nobody, an emotional brute. Incapable of deep caring or feelings.. I totally deserve being left out of your will..
This scene was reverberating in me still, when I read the vices section of this session. In the same beaten voice, I have to admit now:
- I'm dissociating too much. I feed negative thought loops. My diet isn't ketogenic. I'm fighting with licentiousness. I cradle enmity. I give in to strife and anger as a result of my current life situation, well deserved: The gnashing of teeth.
True, there are a number positive changes, increasing in number as the months go by.
But I had to realize that I identified too much with the Predator lately as hatred feels so sweet, when spoken out in a monologue. However, I saw that there is only Darkness, a permanent future abode in the Valley of the Shadow of Death, where all this evil in my heart leads. So I had to unglue myself from this dark mud and stand up with a decision.
The positive route is, where I AIM to go. I'm not giving in to the Lizards so that they could claim in the future in the End Times: We won!!
I won't give them the satisfaction of dragging me down to hell.
I want to go with the Light.