Revolve, Reveal, Reach

I awoke from slumber stupefied by the subconscious images of my mind. I was taken back by the vivid imagery of what I was shown in this state of conscious vulnerability. I was at a NASA conference concerning the Mars missions, and how they will go about them. My job at this conference was comic relief and jesting to ensure that any absurdities were taken into account and considered, space exploration is no place for folly. I was shown some options for our future Mars endeavors, one that seemed especially interesting.

The person lecturing for this conference showed me, in an astral sense, a personalized pod of sorts, a single manned sleeper rocket. Small, fast and efficient, this single person pod took this astronaut, in a far less cumbersome space suit than normal, to a beautiful and mostly thick glass space station. There the astronaut met his team, they had equipment and all the proper materials for an extremely long mission. When the lecturer said, this mission might take quite a long time I laughed aloud and sarcastically said "really now? will it take just a long time? or an entire lifetime?" He said nothing. The other option, which would be the next step, was an extremely large ship with many people and the proper equipment to colonize Mars. This, he said would take far longer than the initial space station populating but would have long term implication for future space culturing.

The next part of my dream I was again in astral consciousness, this felt unusually befitting. I was above what looked like a city split between the old and the new, with an arch bridge of stones over a river between the two styles of city. It was complete chaos, the people were flooding the streets, I floated and watched just above the bridge. A small unit of riot police stood on the middle of the bridge as two crowds converged. From the more modern of the two cities approached a group of what looked to be wise men, everything from Hebrews to Persian dervishes and everything in between. White robed, long bearded adepts who were not angry at the police. Instead they were acting as a consequential buffer between the police and the people, they were in some kind of mystical trance, babbling in tongues with their chins turned toward the sky. The police, about 6 in number, stood back to back as crowds of protesters pushed the wise men up the bridge and converged on the outnumbered police. I witnessed the beginning of the clash, as the authorities, in their weakened state were swallowed up by the beast between the old world and the new world. I woke up when I saw the flashing lights of more authority, but from what I saw in the new city, just before I awoke, was that those piggies had their hands full.

What I gather from this is still yet to be completely determined, if anybody has some interpretive insight I would be glad to hear. What I do get is a sense of conquest, in the mars mission exploits. Mars being the celestial body representing warfare, and our desire to colonize it because of our conflicted, war stricken, over polluted/ populated sphere in distress. My satirical jesting of the NASA man was appropriate to me because it is my own belief that obviously secret military space exploration has accomplished the mars mission dream that NASA has yet to even attempt. As for the personalized space rocket, that seems to me to be a symbolic representation of what each potential sage can attain in their state of sustained enlightenment. Traveling to where space technology can only dream of.

As for the revolution, I think it is smack me on the head obvious what my subconscious was indicating. That the collision of the old and the new has left the "wise men" babbling to their demigods and demons as the people do the dirty work of revolution, getting the white robes muddy with the blood of freedom starved masses around the globe. The police being so outmatched is again appropriately direct in reference to the current movement, they are just people, people with pseudo authority, shaking in their boots because they chose the employment of protecting people, but have to now protect themselves in this the state of heightening chaos. As for the bridge, I think this is the strongest symbol, for archways were very popular in Rome, a civilization that was demolished under the weight of its own corruption. The river between the still pristine old world and the dissolving new world, for me represents a river Styx of sorts that we have managed to make a bridge over. No more gondolas taking us to the underworld, for we have built entire mountain ranges made of metal and stone.

To those reading this I say thank you, for even if you are not holding signs and getting pepper sprayed you are as integral a part of this revolving of the old and new as the next person. We are all doing our part in this, and as my dreams have been indicating, the banquet of our victory as a people awaits us to populate the halls of our truest mind. We are going to feast on the flesh of the beast, it will taste better and bitter but worth the grimace of remembering the trickery that led to the victory. As chills creep up my spine, and the cord that I know reaches into the vast and beautiful heavens through my unseen crown is twisted by a winged serpent with scales of luminous brilliance, I applaud us. For we are who this damned planet has been holding its hands together for, we have arrived from stars far away, to bring an end to darkness. Let freedom ring, let liberty and her sun clothed robe give birth to this child of peace, let love reign on Earth for soon the kind kingdom with no kings will rain down onto our thirsting souls.

With Love, light and hope,

Namaste

A.D. IV