In other dimensions there is no such thing as time.It is possible to extend one's boundary beyond form and time even in this dimension, when we observe our dream becomes our life and our life is our dream. I had a dream last night where I stood at the centre of rings like Saturn's which converged to a point, hovering in outer space. The focal point was presented as if it were a still, calm center, like the eye of a hurricane. The vision remained with me all day, even if what the day initially seemed to present was not ah, as poetic.
Today I walked, bundle buggy rumbling in front of me with two green bags of garbage on my way to the dump at Ted Reeves arena. First I was on enroute to another location (which my neighbor pointed me to) but couldn't find the dump site. So I trundled along, sweating and feeling strange, otherworldly. How can this be possible, I'm trailing around the city with garbage! The workers at the Ted Reeves site told me where to go, not really as they are on strike and have to make it difficult I surmised. I literally got lost in a labyrinth of houses, tree filled dead-ends, curving streets and curious people along the way who guided me to my final destination.
The journey which should have taken me 30 minutes took three hours. I did finally unload my garbage where it should go, but it got me thinking about our process to becoming conscious beings. In order to do that one has to work through one's garbage. The souls evolution has a curious winding and unwinding process to it. Like a journey into and out of the labyrinth.
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