Rooftops are for dreamers

Nicimos writes:

Nicimos (@nicimos_) tweeted at 1:07 p.m. on Thu, May 12, 2016:
You. An airport. The beer can be carlsberg for all I care. Just to have that moment again. The build up. The waiting in the 'queue'

The moment I catch your eye

Just like the first time. I looked up and saw the only one who ever mattered. Suddenly made flesh

I've never in this life wanted to actually meet someone as much as you

But from the millisecond of that first touch, electricity surged

Was it the 9th coffee I'd had, waiting for your delayed flight?

The nerves. The wow am I really meeting someone I met on the Internet? On TWITTER?

Yes. I am. And our first hour together - our subsequent train journey to our first ever bed was beyond anything I'd ever imagined

A hotel in Mayfair. Alone and together at last. My true love and I - the taste of Shepherd's market still on our lips

The feeling that the world was ours and we could go anywhere and do anything together

Nicimos (@nicimos_) tweeted at 1:20 p.m. on Thu, May 12, 2016:
And this time - our lives have moved on and it can only get better. And it will xxx

'The rooftops are for dreamers' Paddy McAloon

Nicimos (@nicimos_) tweeted at 3:48 p.m. on Thu, May 12, 2016:
The Best Jewel Thief in the World  https://t.co/0rBie500Gg

Missimos writes:

Nicimos (@nicimos_) tweeted at 6:02 p.m. on Thu, May 12, 2016:
Hallo baby. Thank you for a string of pearls.  Hours ago. This strand's strung from our first words here.  Each spans this space we share.

Yes, over years we've shared many rooms and airport arrival halls.  Sometimes we meet on solid ground, at times in those places in between.

At times those dream places in between are a little in quality, all the waking technologies that binds us.  I found you in the electric sea.

I happened upon your avi in an ocean of avi.  I watched your motions long before I caught your fate.

But I saw your substance in dream two months before I even stepped into these salubrious tides.  I tell everyone that's where we first met.

Woke up in 2010, talking about the dearest man I'd spoken to in dream. So reluctant to go, to leave him there. Unaware of impending reunion.

Two months later, I joined twitter. One month after that, followed you.  One point five years later, the man behind the avi reveals reunion.

Still astounds me, this year and a half of talking, having no clue the fellow behind his avi was the kind man from my dream.

And life mirrors that dream, for still we talk and talk GB's both day and night.  Spirits, reluctant to let go by day or night.

Other's might be satisfied to walk dream plane halls the way we do, but you & I, yearn beyond them towards those miracles of airport halls.

I love the silly things we do in dreams, soul travel is terrible wonder, yet nothing rivals those first airport coordinate movements of you.

Today I went shopping with my mother for the right electrons to present at our latest reunion...but nothing fits me like you do.

Nothing feels as right on me, as airport air, hollowed out of anticipation.  I'll be waiting at arrivals, warmed in impending coordinates.

Time Lapse

Take me walking through
time-lapse
If you can
I’ll adjust my breathing
But you’ll have to adjust
Your sights








(Inspired by you …and Mae West. Mae always ‘liked a man what takes his time.’)

       ~ 💜 ~

Love...

Love isn’t just the drug, it’s the curative agent

          ~ missimos

His Salteaux Girl ~ Till Death do Us Part ~

Till Death do Us Part ~ 

Modern Day Shaman Pt.2

Sorry. Deleted the pic of my modern day shaman.  Just too personal. Too floored this dream man once existed here with us.  

*just breathe*

Never had anything quite like this occur before and I've not been short on supernal experiences since I was a little girl.   Hmmmnn.  

A man was introduced to me in last might's dream to me by my cousin.   My cousin had said he was a kind of modern day shaman, and he smiled.   Said I ought to let him help me navigate my way out of my current conditions of body, mind and spirit.  

I respect my cousin ~ of course I opted to get into the back of a New York yellow cab with this odd and slightly taciturn gentleman.    His name is 'Antonio' ....

My cousin DID give me his last name and I said to my cousin F in my dream 'Pardon?  What?! Gram-see?  LOL!  What's that?  What kind of name is THAT?  Sounds like graham cracker!'

My cousin repeated his name. Antonio Gramsci.   I just shook my head and assumed my cousin was not right in the head.  Gram-see wasn't a Native American name!  Not even Mexican, I thought.  Shook my head.  My cousin shook his head and gave me an image of Neoplolitan icecream in my head.  Pasta. 

What the ever loving fuck ARE you on about?  I'd said to my cousin.  F replied "Gramsee ~ like Italian" and he smiled at me and shook his head and sighed.  Just like my cousin did as we grew up in our childhood and early adulthood.  I lived with my cousin for a short time in Nova Scotia when I was 18.

I digress....

I guess after the last dreamshare involving my native ancestors that we'd had, I was so bent on thinking one of my first guides to come must be First Nations that I did assume the man/shaman F was introducing me to MUST be native.   And this guy he was introducing me to was swarthy, but not Native and not Mexican in appearance either.    I just blanked off my cousin when he tried to tell me the guy was Italian.   He showed me an image of this fellow in Little Italy, New York.  Then shows me a yellow cab and this Antonio is going to be my driver and my guide.  

 

So not kidding.   Life just got stranger for me.   But in a good way.   I kind of hope this guy comes back.  I'd like to have a guide who sticks around a bit longer ~ teaches me.  Mentors me.   

What he talked about in my dream:

The 'shaman' said to me that 'religion, government and science creates crisis creates situations, dangerous in the short run, since the various strata of the population are not all capable of orienting themselves equally swiftly, or of reorganizing with the same rhythm.'

He expressly showed me how organized religion, governments & Science creates the net or basis from which many of us go along with from which to hang from our co-creations with them.  

~ And here too his actual words .. 

We are the builder and that built (this he said to me in the dream):

He said we are not free because we do not know that we are.  We run from and we run to needlessly, because some of us don't even understand the poles we have created and accepted as a a place between which we vacillate.   Such misery and fear within this milieu, we laid down the structures over centuries.   But he said, we are creatures that are builders and once awake to where we are, can build anew along new lines and leave the old 'fault lines' abandoned to decay back from whence they came.    

And here is he what said when he said in life ~

In my dream Antonio had said to me ....'religion, government and science creates crisis creates situations, dangerous in the short run, since the various strata of the population are not all capable of orienting themselves equally swiftly, or of reorganizing with the same rhythm.'

Oh my fuck.  He said that and I SAW this clip, in the middle part of my dream.  Saw the bit of this vid where the nun is chasing the men through the European city

http://youtu.be/G2DQua8h82M

 🙀

In the dream he expressly showed me how organized religion, governments & Science creates the net or basis from which many of us go along with from which to hang from our co-creations with them.   We collude in our own realities here.  

But it is an illusion to believe that there is nothing more than what we have created to date.  

He said we are not free because we do not know that we are.  We run from and we run to needlessly, because some of us don't even understand the poles we have created and accepted as a a place between which we vacillate.   Such misery and fear within this milieu, we laid down the structures over centuries.

   But he said, we are creatures that are builders and once awake to where we are, can build anew along new lines and leave the old 'fault lines' abandoned to decay back from whence they came.    

     I am so flipped out right now.     I agree with everything he was showing me. 

~ "The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear."

He said "Ideas and opinions are not spontaneously "born" in each individual brain: they have had a centre of formation, or irradiation, of dissemination, of persuasion-a group of men, or a single individual even, which has developed them and presented them in the political form of current reality."

He said that "Man is above all else mind, consciousness -- that is, he is a product of history, not of nature." 

He'd said that "How many times have I wondered if it is really possible to forge links with a mass of people when one has never had strong feelings for anyone, not even one's own parents: if it is possible to have a collectivity when one has not been deeply loved oneself by individual human creatures. Hasn't this had some effect on my life as a militant--has it not tended to make me sterile and reduce my quality as a revolutionary by making everything a matter of pure intellect, of pure mathematical calculation?"

But in my dream he was saying he was partly right about things he'd surmised but was then still missing an important piece in that now he understood that we are all connected, yes, but in his time on earth then he didn't realise how firmly we as a race could choose to individually and collectively uproot our current conditions by use of our individual and collectively concerted consciousnesses.    

These were more philosophies and ideals for him.  He sensed the unity man, but the tangents he saw the masses lost in left him feeling sure mankind just would never 'get it.'    He felt man would rarely understand the solidarity to the party of the true authentic Self.

He thought certain they might never share collective visions to build outside of the frustrating limitations and single-minded intents and beliefs of religion, government and science.   Each of which in his time (and still somewhat today) sought a supremacy for the minds and intentions and grosser resources of mankind and of the earth. 

Said he'd tended towards collective politics because at first it seemed to share his vision of a supportive more focused way to utilise our mass energy.   

Perhaps we could shape and build a greater 'global nation' of individuals contributing to the growth of fellow individuals outside of the narrow parameters we had.    

He says We have the power to change our milieu, and to build again...  if we are willing to unflinchingly look within at what each one has built.   

I am ready for this, but like everyone else, has become emotionally attached to our surroundings.  They have become like touchstones we keep upon mantelpiece.  

He said little and big earthquakes are coming to loose these stones so you might as well let them fall wherever they now become loose inside of you.  

Begin to move.  To climb. To travel inwards until the terrain no longer has the dust of these old cities beneath my feet.   

What's coming loose under your feet these days?

Maybe we need to start in simplicity ~ find a way to learn to be simply human again?

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/i-want-learn-human-being-again-just-digital-robot-david-frank-gomes

  

~ We Are All Connected ~ Just here to explore that with You ~

Modern Day Shaman

Just had one of the most astounding dreams yet!    

Posted the gist of it on twitter.  Then after that I've just now found the shaman in my dream to have been a real person!   OMFG.

  

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:

http://t.co/J28rsImTeR

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

~ I understand much of the dream ~ but as always, there's just so much more to learn from it.    And I don't know if this Antonio will be back again or not.  I will ask him to come back if there's more he wants help me with.      

For you see, I AM about building a 'new city' ~ based upon the highest levels of human consciousness .... for and in myself first.    So that I can then help others do the same 💚

to be continued...

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