Of My Strange Recurring Dreams;
Dedicated to Eileen Waldron,
AD’s Cosmic Traveler
I am hunkered down in a rain forest
And it seems that I am very much alone
I’ve fled here for some much needed peace
Devoid of modern conveniences like phones
I sit serenely and contentedly at a tiny stream
Sipping cool refreshing water and eating fruit
I’m enjoying listening to the songs of the birds
And far in the distance an ancient melodic flute
Suddenly the rain forest becomes completely silent
I stand and feel the very earth trembling all around
Now I gaze to the heavens in an easterly direction
And spot an enormous white sphere quite profound
It seems to be heading directing for our planet
I soon realize that there is nowhere that I can run
So I silently stand there awaiting its deadly impact
It’s growing in size now much brighter than the sun
But just before it strikes Mother Earth
I spot some intriguing symbols at its core
I am truly astonished by its sheer brilliance
And before it hits, I always wake up like before
And I always wonder what it is that I have been dreaming
The giant sphere’s dark center looks like a Galactic Butterfly
Is this the start of new life, or the beginning of the last nuclear war,
Should I rejoice in this revelation, or should it bring a tear to my eye
Since I’m apparently in a rain forest in this dream, I always think of the ancient Mayans whenever I experience it. I’ve visited their ancient pyramids in the Yucatan, and they are most impressive. They are precisely aligned to mark the yearly Solstices and Equinoxes that are caused by the precession of the Earth's axis as it orbits the Sun. So are the ancient Egyptian pyramids at Giza.
These Mayans were yet another now long gone ancient civilization who diligently studied the heavens, and who believed in life after death. And their ancient calendar very mysteriously comes to an abrupt end on December 21, 2012 (the Winter Solstice) – which they called the beginning of the new ‘Golden Age.’
These ancient indigenous peoples also believed in the ‘Hunab Ku,’ the Galactic Butterfly, which symbolized life beyond the Sun. It was believed to be the galactic core, or beam of light, from which emanates all life, consciousness, and even God. The Mayans believed that we are all connected to this core through invisible threads that stretch along a beam of light that passes through the Sun to the very center of the universe.
And the Galactic Butterfly is said to represent all of the consciousness that has ever existed in the entire galaxy. This includes all of our physical ancestors - human, animal, reptile, fish, and plant, as well as the ‘Grand Consciousness’ which organized all of the numerous raw materials contained in a gigantic whirling disk of galactic emptiness into the stars, the planets, the solar systems – and into our very lives.
And amazingly, the ancient Greeks believed butterflies to be human souls, flying off to Heaven. They also likened them to our cognitive thoughts and spirits; and this is where the term ‘psyche’ comes from.
Dreams are truly fascinating things, as are the beliefs and astronomy skills of many sage ancient peoples, who no longer walk this earth.
And should we be terrified of the end of the world as we know it, or should we, perhaps, actually accept its arrival, as the Mayans seemed to do?
Perhaps, the end of the world,
Truly now does draw very near,
But will we face it with few regrets,
Or filled with shame, guilt, and fear?
†2007, Mr. Ed