An Unusual Dream: The Bamboo People
[visions of a ~burning woman~ ]
Most dreams (I have them every night, often in series) I don't recount because they are personal lessons, but this one might be of interest to some.
It begins on an alien planet which I will call 'planet X' where I meet several very slim (oddly slim!) humanoid male individuals who tower a couple of feet over me. They are completely naked, hairless and their skin is uniformly dark beige and very smooth as I find out as they keep putting my hands on their bodies so I can feel them. They obviously enjoy the energy exchange. For those who wonder, it is not sexual at all.
Then I'm by myself, wandering along a rough roadway or path in what seems to be a rather primitive village. There is no sign of any technology around. I notice that everything is bordered by a tall fence that looks like it's made of vertical cedar boards whose widths and spacing is irregular but tight enough I can't see through. I ask one of the people if I could go beyond the fence. He smiles and the fence opens to reveal a very Earth-like landscape of hillsides covered in small and sparse white poplars or quaking aspen as some call them. I wander amongst these spindly trees but sense something is not quite right. As I turn around the fence reappears and I realize I'd been fooled by a clever illusion. They had picked the image out of my mind.
I keep walking in a northerly direction and come to a shack where another Earthian is working at a small table. He wears a plaid shirt and blue jeans and by his tools and demeanor I assume he is an anthropologist. He barely notices me and keeps on working. There are some young planet X people with him watching him work with his computers. I ask them how I could get through the fence to see more of the place. They look at each other conspiratorially and one of them extends a very long arm and hits one of the vertical boards. It swings freely on a loose nail at its top. They quickly leave the room as I slip through the opening and come upon a dense forest of clumps of young bamboo shoots, none more than one inch in diameter.
I can't get through them so I return to the room beyond the fence and close the opening.
When I woke up I kept working this strange "vision" in my mind, trying to figure out the message. Took a while but I got it. The bamboo "forest" was their nursery. These strange looking people were what I will now call "bamboo people" who simply grew out of the clusters or bunches of bamboo and somehow became humanoid in adulthood.
The message? It is time we learned to accept that in our visions, or in the visions of some of our mystics, prophets and many ordinary people, we will be shown glimpses of life on other worlds. We can continue to write off these visions as wild imagination, meaning we have no control over what comes to our minds, or we can broaden our understanding of life beyond the dead-end clap-trap we've been fed by religion, government, business, science, philosophy or whatever there be that claims to know better than us as individuals.
This is a time of great crisis but of even greater opportunity for the people of Earth. We can accept the challenges brought on by our dreams and visions or we can continue to ignore our personal knowledge in favour of that of our leaders... and we already know where THAT is leading us.
Whom should I believe? Me -- the 'traveler' in or beyond space/time looking for answers to question never answered satisfactorily or not yet asked?
Or those who have lorded it over me since time immemorial to use me, abuse me, make me lie and kill for them, and die for them? Where is the legacy for such blind trust today?
Are there people who grow themselves as 'trees' from seeds until they are old enough to break free of the soil to learn to walk on it... to communicate via word language and live humanoid communal lives? My vision says there are.
Can a vision lie? Sure it can, but not at the very first. Any vision can become a lie after it has been co-opted by the System and turned into an institutional belief. Is that a fair assessment of what goes on here?
I always take dreams very seriously
They are an advance warning to me
Whiter is good or bad
Yours is indeed a very interesting one
I will look it up on my book of dreams!!
Outstanding write but all your poetry and articles
are brilliant your writing is beautiful!!
Love Peace And Hugssss...Morning star
In comparson to my dreams, yours are equivalent to a movie, while mine are short clips--that I wish I could remember. Nice story! Hold onto your beliefs. Everything that happens in this world begins with a thought.
Thank you for Sharing
"Whom should I believe? Me -- the 'traveler' in or beyond space/time looking for answers to question never answered satisfactorily or not yet asked?
Or those who have lorded it over me since time immemorial to use me, abuse me, make me lie and kill for them, and die for them? Where is the legacy for such blind trust today?"
Besides the usual message of being lorded over by a government that tries to silence criticism and brainwash it's citizens - science too, becomes a tool of tryanny despite the good it does, but refusing any knowledge outside it's theoretical framework - i.e.> science still refuses to study consciousness - So your Anthropologist in the dream is significant, perhaps respresenting all the prejudice that keeps us hemmed in. I've been reading research for my new novel: "The Golden Flute" from the Ancient Sumerian Myths of Mesopotamia (circa 4000B.C. I think) I'm convinced that those they called the "Anunnaki" were civilizers from some other time or place interacting with these simple people who showed such promise of a civilization - I do beleive we did not evolve to where we are alone, without help.
But those are just some of the thoughts your articles inspire....
best to you, michael
thank you for sharing this Regis...
John
My first thought at the into description-"they" are symbolic of a penis probably his.
Hey I'm being serious here :)
lol sorry, but that is what I got from that part. Anyway life as we know it is usually what we see with the humane eye. Now as for me I firmly believe in things that cannot be seen. Just because we don't see it Does not mean it doesn't exist. It can be defined many ways. But the spirit or other realms are there. We are spirits & we are energy fields so to speak. I can feel people. Aura's are real to us that see them & not real to those who don't.
I am always interested in dreams.
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
& thats No April Fools!!
Fee
Sheila
Peace,
Dan
"...Earth-like landscape of hillsides..." revealed by images picked from your mind. And don't we do this now when reading poetry or stories of nature, or close our eyes in remembrance of beautiful scenery we've once viewed in our youth; when our minds produce/reproduce serene visions to cleanse our stresses of life?
Our minds, whether awake or dreaming, are often our best healer.
Love to read your articles, friend Reg...always makes me reflect...
Micke
God Bless,
Lew