An Imaginative Geo-Political Lesson

I must have asked why the US won the Cold War.  Because someone answered with a question: Which was the most modern country on the world stage?

 Answer: the US. Case Closed.

It then occurred to me that the same logic applies to pretty much the rest of the world: Iran, China, Pakistan?

And I had a feeling that the US could be Rome writ large with no natural enemies.  Frightening concept.

Here I am pretty much a pacifist, and my country could conquer the world.     


Aerie Dreams

unfold and awaken

We talk so easily about the soul, our higher self, as if it were some alter image of each of us just waiting for death to unfold and awaken. Like a butterfly, caught in the cocoon of life aging like an old and sage wine until it can be drunk by the Grand Master.

The Greater Being exhaled from the psyche at death.

I dreamed about my Greater Being, but it was a stamping machine in a factory pounding out lives one after the next: a fighter pilot; a Russian; Arab; Chinese, Black; Hindu; Muslim. As though it spoke a language of lives and nothing else.

As each person went by like the passing numbers of a roulette wheel I caught a glimpse into each one and some aspect of their character, time and activity.

So I have to ask, why on earth would this creator of a billion lives ever think of me?

a vision of life in a box

During a rather peculiar set of circumstances I had a realization that beliefs about the world, including my scientific convictions were simply ideas that could as easily be fantasies but for the power I had channeled through them; which at that point I felt physically; this is an idea which is both terrifying and liberating at the same time.

My scientific world view simply crumbled as I saw it was composed of fluff. And airy fluff at that.

The next thing I understood was that the me focused on the world was not all of me or even a significant part of Me. Behind me was something infinitely faster and more comprehending. In a moment I stepped back from myself and beheld the difference between the two.  Although I could feel that I was both.

Are we just small creations of our greater selves held deep in the river of life because for one reason or another our greater self wishes it?

I wonder sometimes if I'm not just living submerged here and dreaming.

Imagine for a moment a sealed cavernous gray cell then think about a rhinoceros sized tear-drop shaped electrical cloud slithering energetically around the floor.  Looking up at the ceiling and walls with an utter calm.

Weird, isn't it?

I had been dreaming, and the dream abruptly ended. There I was at rest on the floor of this gray box, a roiling blob of vibrating blue gossamer energy. It was strangely peaceful although I was very aware of the drone and power of my vibration. I stayed there momentarily observing the walls, comfortable and content until I decided to create a new dream, and put my cat and all my friends in it.

I powered up, felt my drone strengthen like the rumble of a jet lifting off, and exploded to fill the space; and there I was, me in the new dream, creating the world exactly as I wanted it.

Until I woke to this life.