Right, I know it’s not exactly a memory. It’s not even a dream, but rather a requiem for one. I used to think that we live in infinite Universe. I do not have any scientific background to come up with theories or statements, but as a human being I reserve my rights for beliefs. Be it belief in Jesus Christ the Savour, spirit of improvisation, Santa Claus, infinity of space and time, or belief in myself, belief is an integral part of any sentient self-reflecting being.
This belief in infinite Universe was simply based on the fact that we can’t measure it.
Of course, we have data that our Universe is 13,73 billion years old (as of the last week 
). So we can imagine a ball 13,73 billion years in radius (given the speed of light 299 792 458 m/s and length of 1 year as 31 556 926 seconds it will give us approx. radius of 13 730 000 000 x 299 792 458 x 31 556 926 = 129893055103132202840000000 meters… so you know). But, as it took me about 2 min. to come up with this calculation, this radius became roughly 3597509496 m bigger.
We reached the point there I got bored myself. The numbers are just too big too mean anything. If you go shopping and see something cost 3 pounds 99 pence you’ll think it’s 4 pounds, right? This is what called approximation. So 129893055103132202840000000 + 3597509496 and counting… is a number I can’t imagine. It’s something like Bill Gate’s fortune, numbers beyond my grasp. I think that approximation of 129893055103132202840000000 + 3597509496 is infinity. There’s no need for me to operate with such numbers. I remember reading some anthropological reports about some aboriginal tribes in Papua New Guinea. They had numbers 1 to 5, and then groups: 1 to 5 too, so everything could be shown on 2 hands.
20 would be 4 times 5; 25 - 5 times 5 . Everything that was over 25 was “many-many”, uncountable, infinity.
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I want to share an old dream I had. The dream goes like this:
It was snow, and I was at the Zoo. The animals there were very agitated and the zookeepers couldn’t keep things under control. The problem was of escaped snakes. I was near the zookeepers and they needed help to capture the snakes, which were actualy dark green cobras, I offered to help them capturing the snake. While I was near the snakes, they weren’t aggresive at all, they were very calm and friendly. So I wanted to touch them. When I touched the snakes they agreed that I can capture them. The zookeepers didn’t know how I did that, but they were impressed and thankfull, as I collected them all.
The dream continues when I’m in the city and it’s still snowing, and strange looking people looking like some tribal people, heavily armed and looking like mercenaries were sitting by bonfire. They saw me, and decided to capture me to use me as a weapon. I remember wondering in the dream: why me? what do I have? what weapon? who are these people? … Looking at my body better, I observed a long red cobra snake coiling around my back, at my spine. It’s head was near my right ear. It looked also like it knew me for a very long time and always protected me. In the dream when I met the snake, I had the felling like ” At last we meet again ” or ” Long time no see! “, which was very peacefully and joyfull. It was like I met an old friend or ally again. Then I realised those people wanted the red cobra and not me. The snake gave me a very charmful stare at me and said in my mind ” Don’t worry, they can’t get me “. The ground started to crumble, hurting the mercenaries. The snake and I escaped.
The third and the last part of the dream comes in. We are in the elevator. Suddently a huge dog jumped out of nowhere and attacked us. The dog looked like a massive pincher, without skin and with red eyes, like a hellhound. I was very scared, but the snake bit the dog. The dog shrunk in size, growling of pain and dissapeared.
The ending was also strange. I was looking with the snake, and I noticed a big scar this snake had on it’s right part of the head. The snake told me: “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again”, and was gone. My dream ended.
What is interesting about this dream is the scar that the snake had. It was exactly like I have on my chest. I had a rough accident when I was a kid deforming my chest bones. The snake had the same scar as me, but on it’s head. I still have the scar today, only less observable, and my spine bones hurt sometimes.
I asked many people about this strange dream. Some people said that the snake in the dream called Kundalini snake, some said it was my guardian spirit. Kundalini snake, or guardian spirit, or just a fruit of my imagination… I just wanted to share my dream, though any interpretations are welcome. I have never seen this snake since then, but wonder what is it if we will meet as it promised in my dream.
Cheers to all.
Seung-Hyun Park
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Last night in my dream I was talking to my dead cat. Being astrologist is not an easy task. People think that you are Jack-of all-mystical trades. Sometimes I was asked if I can materialize things, fly or talk to dead. Though I can’t do those things, it’s not entirely impossible as a sceptic might think. I know that this dream is not exactly “a dream”, a fruit of my imagination. My cat told me lots of things which definitely made some sense. My mother told me she once had a dream in which her pony she used to ride when she was a kid warned her about fire, which happened in a week time. So how it could be possible?
There is such a thing as brain frequencies which are usually measured in cps (cycle per second). Most generally those masters who are capable of creating objects and situations with their thoughts have brain frequencies up as high as 20,000 cycles per second, whereas the average person runs 40 cycles per second. More about this you can find from the excellent book “The holographic Universe” I came across recently.
So, with the new age occurring and dimensional barriers breaking down there will be a lot of communication between folks of the same brain frequency levels across many dimensions, that is not meant to be construed as “talking to the dead” as some overzealous Christians would like to imply.
What I think is: if there’s anything dead in our current world it is the worlds established religions. About everything else is alive, pulsing and can be tuned-in. Life is everlasting presence.
Maria Cohen
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Unknown beauty, sleeping, calmly breathing
Next to me
Turn around and there is nothing apart from imagination
Breathing, sleeping calmly, unknown beauty
Soft his fingertips on my upper lip
On my upper lip soft his fingertips
Walking down the imaginative landscapes, getting caught in the armpit, exempt from doubts, just climbing the bewildered mountains, following the satin path and drowning eagerly into the sea of sensuality and delight.
Just like this during the daylight. 2 o’clock in the afternoon while outside this passionate filled place, people are walking up and down, filled handbags.
A glance of the eye spies her lipstick, a packet of chewing gum against the bad breath and her cigarettes. The box still showing marks from a night out. 078821410 call me.
Buzzing headaches and the usual lack of memory. Call Jim, John or Keith. Or was it Jade she went to school with during her 1st year in Blackpool Junior School? Mhh…never mind move on to the picturesque colours of yellow, green and red- peppers from Holland and juicy tomatoes, next to the red and ocker painted apples and the leak withered at the ends starting to become yellow.
Quickly rushing through the crowded market street and following the movement of people, listening to their conversations on events of the week passed. Yes Kate came over for the weekend from Birmingham together with her estranged husband. It is so lovely when the kids come back to the former home they left for a slice of apple pie and a cup of tea once every 2 years. At least they write a card when they can’t make it. The other usual ones for Easter, Christmas and the birthday. If they do not forget you can expect one for Mothers Day as well- how lovely.
Meanwhile somebody else is catching the smell of grilled chicken and the sound of Bob in the ear…emancipate yourself from mental slavery. Cheers another pint downed, drowned the boredom, simmering down on a Saturday afternoon waiting for the evening and dawn to come.
Hours later my thoughts are carried away, out of this room through the cold window glass into cascading clouds, roaming above these endless roads people walked, passing the streams of imaginations people thought into the ocean of the dark, sliding, slipping away
Just the wind whirling up my hair, soft strokes my skin whit its cold touch but feeling warm inside when coming home. And crawling back underneath the blanket that is even warmer. A light smell of vanilla and perspiration. Moving a bit closer to feel your heated body and wolve into these strong arms. Vanish and disappear just for a fraction of an hour. Sensing that it is spring and everything starts to blossom.
Fran
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