[thoughts from a   *Changing Woman*  - Sha’Tara]

I’m beginning to realize that ‘dreaming’ follows at least two very distinctive patterns.  There is the dreaming using collective symbols that can be summarized using classic interpretive methods.  These dreams possess certain key elements that are recognizable as having ‘meaning’ based on the great collective unconscious.  You could buy dream interpretation books and follow your dreaming patterns that way.  Your interpretations would fit more or less neatly within the accepted and understood.  And you would find that all the symbolism within the dream is self-centered: it’s basically all about ‘you.’ 

I’m now seeing a different type of dream emerging in my mind: the “possibility” dream.  These ‘disconnected’ dreams do not take me into the ‘what is’ to explain my place within it, but ‘out there’ beyond what is, beyond the made, beyond the known, even beyond what can be speculated.  They take me to non-places, places known only by feelings of hurricane force matching the flow of free and unencumbered energy from which they will be created, or gestated.

Most of man’s ‘great thinkers’ in philosophy and science (ignore government and money people—they are not found therein) arrive predictably to a single/singular ‘place’ where they encounter the force of the One.  That One is given many different names or labels, but it is always the same entity, or force.  It is generally believed by those who even dare think, or wonder, that ultimately there is nothing else possible but that one, single reason for all that is.  And so these people create the great conundrum of duality from a singularity… and they beat that drum endlessly, pointlessly.  Some of the explanations for the Conan Drum have Gary Larson’s ‘Far Side’ cartooning and captioning beat…

I’ve looked at that ‘One’ side of life over many ages of reincarnations, and in this particular earth passage, decided it was time to test it.  A simple enough process: just find the operating system that insists on all things being from One and Only possible source as the only way to operate your computer and uninstall it.  Then install one of your own and however rough it may be at first, remember all you need to do is boot up.  Once that’s done, you’ll be able to figure out  how to create your own programs and because they are yours, the One and all of its hierarchy and bureaucracy will not be able to intrude and muck up your programs—access denied! 

To create that place within myself, or maybe better put ‘as myself’ where anything is possible; where nothing is impossible, I had to find the trigger that made me insist on finding myself always within this One thing or One Source, or One God.  With some help from my friends in strange places I did a system search and found the guidance mechanism was an implant earth people call the soul.  Of course the ‘Implanters’ are smart enough to disguise this controlling feature with other parts within a very complex being. 

As science began to seriously challenge the concept of a ‘soul’ it became imperative to make it seem as an integral part of the being it controlled.  The problems caused by the soul implant were neatly shifted to another aspect called ‘ego.’ Almost overnight the pseudo-science of psychiatry and psychology with help from scientists forgetting their strict mandate and sliding into the realm of metaphysics, greedily pounced on that thought to teach and write best selling pop science and pop psychiatry to a Western moneyed and extremely gullible public.  New Age blarney is the inevitable blossoming of these mindless teachings.  Closely related is a virtual world of disinformation I would generically label ‘the power of positive thinking’ which underlies free enterprise capitalism and fundamentalist Christianity.  What a chicken soup for the soul that makes… and what a coup for the unseen controllers.

So, stating the obvious once more, I have no soul, as such, today.  I have a mind freedom that no word, no language of earth, can even begin to describe: the freedom to ‘see’ anything… or even nothing, and make sense of it.  No, not like mindless meditation where you OM or home or hum yourself into a stunned state of so-called oneness with the Great Nirvana Belly Button.  This is real.  This is encountering visions of terrible and frightening intensity.  This is seeing a non-place where the imperative of life screams at your heart/mind to ‘Do something and cause me to become alive!’  The place/non-place of ultimate responsibility: where you must create a new world and you are the Source at that moment; where all that ensues will claim you as the reason behind it all—the good, the bad and the ugly. 

From the point of view of Earthian psychology, that would be termed a type of severe madness.  And no wonder—it’s the most dangerous knowing any human can possess.  But it’s the current teachings that are pure madness.  Anyone can look at this world and do some simple and logical math.  There exists the knowledge and there exists the technology to fix everything.  And yet, people accept the insane idea that they are about to commit social Hare-Kari.  They accept wars.  They accept man-made environmental collapse.  They accept corporate greed that poisons their lands and their children’s food.  They accept that white-collar criminals; perverts, liars and cheats rule over them and despoil them in the name of national security and God.   They accept the brainwashing and insult of commercials in their entertainment mediums.  They accept death as perhaps the only way out of their own helplessness, not realizing that it is just ‘partie remise’ which means, a game that’s just put off to be continued later.  Because of their implant, networked to a collective computer designed to continually feed misinformation and disinformation, they can’t know even when they do know.
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A Horse with no Name (America)

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

Ive been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see Ive been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with its life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see Ive been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain