The dream:
My cousin 'F', introduced me to a man in the middle of this awful dream city. Looked like the span of New York to LA energy, with some Europe tossed in the middle.
My cousin said his name was Antonio and he'd helped him with his health and mind issues (my cousin has suffered from both). F said I should let him drive me around. Help me get my bearings, and more.
Oh he did that alright. Half of what he said and showed me isn't in twitter, not google plus ~ the full details were written in my dream journal this morning.
Voici Twitter etc....
Dreamt I sought to move away from the neighbourhoods of lower consciousness ~ go live in the Atman instead http://t.co/J28rsImTeR
Dreamt I kept seeing people living only within the missing links in the modern worldview. Finds this, this morning:
Nothing in the 'lower neighbourhoods' of mind & spirit had stability nor growth ~ just illusion & misery. Dark streets darker hearts dwell.
A street Shaman told me to pick out a new vehicle to be, to take me outta here. Be one less cluttered, more simple in colour & design.
Touchstones fell off of my mantelpiece ~ but he said you don't need those. They're stale. No longer represent who you are becoming.
But you know, the rotting little things we carry around with us are best left where they fall
So I left the entire home, began to climb, make my way to higher ground. He said I'd know where to stop, for awhile, when I got there.
If you meet me on the street, I'll be wearing my grandmother's face, for now ~
Post Script:
Well that's a bit weird. This is the shaman who showed me around ~ And he used to have the name of Antonio Gramsci http://t.co/prvZin7wH2
He was short. Swarthy. Olive complexioned. At first I assumed in the dream that he was First Nations. Just expected he would be. But then no I knew that was wrong. His features and colouring weren't quite right fit that? Was he Mexican? I couldn't figure it out so I just accepted what he looked like. He was wearing the clothing of a 1940's cab driver ~ no hat.
Same hair and spectacles, only he seemed to be in his fifties now. He died at the age of 46. Indicated he was grumpy due various internal disorders that had affected his moods and digestion.
Oh my god. He was also hunched over like he was in some kind of internal discomfort ~ pain, only he looks now to be early to mid 50's.
He took me round this dream city in a New York yellow cab. The City itself was a representation conglomeration of Europe, and the 'span' of New York to LosAngeles. He showed me the people as we traveled through it to 'my home/apartment.' He was saying things about identical to the quotes page one finds listed here.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonio_Gramsci
Holy crap! This is the guy! Until the wee hours dream I had I'd never heard of this man. Nothing to register on my consciousness. Not long after I woke up this morning I stumbled upon a pic and a quote on Google Plus.
Sometimes I go there for inspiring pics etc.
I loved the quote. Something about the face was familiar. I'm like, this guy looks a bit like the guy I just dreamed about, only the dream guy had the same hair but cropped much shorter and he looked older than this photo by at least 5 years.
Felt impelled to look him up and then this:
Holy crap! Same no neck dude! And oh my god he WAS short. Dark. He did suffer years of pain with his internal organs. No wonder the guy was so grumpy.
Like the ghost cabbie Buster Poindexter in the Bill Murray film 'Scrooged.'
Holy shit! Same low forehead. Same eyes, thick dark wavy hair. Same intense eyes.
In the dream my cousin F had introduced him to me as, 'Antoino' which I thought a very odd name for a Shaman. Asked my cousin to repeat his name because that couldn't be right! GOL! But right, it was...
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonio_Gramsci#/media/File:Gramsci_1922.jpg
He was talking to me about THIS exactly. Giving me mental images and a tour of mankind as if it were all contained within a specific type of city. The city of indifferent people.
Holy crap ~ like this, exactly! He'd actually told me if I didn't like the 'city' I was living in, I'd have to move, and I'd have to change it myself. Build a new one. I didn't know how to change it yet, so I told him I'd have to move for now. Find higher ground ~ from which better to see the illusions of self. Because I had to see self as it it first before I can change it, or my world ✨
"I hate the indifferent. I believe that living means taking sides. Those who really live cannot help being a citizen and a partisan. Indifference and apathy are parasitism, perversion, not life. That is why I hate the indifferent.
The indifference is the deadweight of history. The indifference operates with great power on history. The indifference operates passively, but it operates. It is fate, that which cannot be counted on. It twists programs and ruins the best-conceived plans. It is the raw material that ruins intelligence. That what happens, the evil that weighs upon all, happens because the human mass abdicates to their will; allows laws to be promulgated that only the revolt could nullify, and leaves men that only a mutiny will be able to overthrow to achieve the power. The mass ignores because it is careless and then it seems like it is the product of fate that runs over everything and everyone: the one who consents as well as the one who dissents; the one who knew as well as the one who didn’t know; the active as well as the indifferent. Some whimper piously, others curse obscenely, but nobody, or very few ask themselves: If I had tried to impose my will, would this have happened?
I also hate the indifferent because of that: because their whimpering of eternally innocent ones annoys me. I make each one liable: how they have tackled with the task that life has given and gives them every day, what have they done, and especially, what they have not done. And I feel I have the right to be inexorable and not squander my compassion, of not sharing my tears with them.
I am a partisan, I am alive, I feel the pulse of the activity of the future city that those on my side are building is alive in their conscience. And in it, the social chain does not rest on a few; nothing of what happens in it is a matter of luck, nor the product of fate, but the intelligent work of the citizens. Nobody in it is looking from the window of the sacrifice and the drain of a few. Alive, I am a partisan. That is why I hate the ones that don’t take sides, I hate the indifferent."
~ Antonio Gramsci
More of what he had to say. Oh my. It completely resonates with what he was talking about to me...
http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2438.Antonio_Gramsci