Morning Med; 7 15 19
On 7 11, I dreamt I was standing in a wasteland on the northern edge of a huge city.
I don’t know which.
I was alone by a cargo container, I think I called it home.
I had to relieve myself, but I heard voices to the east, so I walked to the west side of the container to be out of view.
To the west I could see people walking in and out of man made square doored underground cavities.
They were a long ways away.
I never looked to the south, towards the city, but I knew it was in decay.
Looking to the north I could tell that I was in large crater, but I couldn’t see beyond the rim.
In the crater to the northwest, about 100 yards away, I could see the remnants of what looked like a baseball backstop.
One tall pipe leaning to the southwest, a shorter pipe leaning against it so it looked like an upside down letter y.
My dreams always seem to have access point anymore and when I meditate on that point, they work like doors opening up to useful information.
There was debris beneath the y symbol and I knew it was covering the opening, the debris was not my own.
The dream left me feeling very alone and lonely when awoke.
I meditated on it a bit Sunday morning, but didn’t go to the access point.
I got two different thoughts;
1. Sand is the bones of mountains strewn on beaches, waiting to return to the depths of the sea to be pressed back into mountains.
2. We walk on the bones of our ancestors, their sparks of memory rise like warm vapors intermingling back into our volume of energy.
Seemed like somewhat strange thoughts.
Started meditating this morning and was immediately back into the dream only the whole crater was covered with human bones. I walked towards the y through the remains to move the debris and uncovered a gravestone, that said, “Humanity’s Malice.”
I thought well shit, we’ve blown ourselves up.
I haven’t decided yet whether to go in or not.
………
Humanity’s Malice
Strewn bones
Like landscapers stones
Crunching, crunching
Neath my feet.
The stench of malice lingers
Stranded survivors
Standing in darkened doors
Surveying the decay
Lonely and afraid.
Don’t know if it was a time before
Or a time to come
Or a season
or a cycle in time.
The debris removed
A cut stone beneath
Bearing the words
“Humanity’s Malice”
………….
Hey, send a little love out.
Cancel those imagined emotional debts and don’t allow malice to grow. We are 100% light and 100% love at our core.
Let’s shine
Meditative Imagery 