Prison stories

Startd in a prison.... Me and a bunch of other people were all packed into one cell... I had apparently spent the last year in there and was telling peple what it would be like... We were packed in like sardines, leaning over the top of some kind of shelves.  I went on some kind of mission, snuck out to see Aima, went to her childrens house room.  Then I went to try to see Jaina.  I saw here across a shopping mall, aparently thats where the prison foo was served.  I tried to approach her, but ended up in a really long line.  I saw her sit under a wooden rain structure type thinig, and I went over to see her.  She was surrounded by CorePower girls and I could barely say a thing to her.  I missed her.

Then we were walking, I had been apparently shipped to MExico and was with a group of mexican prisoners.  The guy  who changed my oil at Valvoline in MExico seemed to be running the show.  It was like a class room.  I found a book on Native Americans and decided I was going to learn while I was in there.

It turned out that we were slave labor forced to work at a fast food chain that served dead human bodies.... Like Secret Burger.  WE procesed and did all the dirty work in the back.  The first time I ate the food I was really resistant,  thought I would puke, but my friends on the job dished me up a big serving of the extra indulgent fries and somecream of broccoli soup with little chunks of "meat" in it.  I had not had protein for so long that even though it disfusted me my body was thankful for food.

At some point down the line they put us up in an old house... It smacked of poverty but we were psyched to have something of our own.  At one point I was pulling, junk, old baby dolls and such out of cracks in some wooden stairs.  The back entrance had at one time had beautiful panelled windows looking outto the ocean, but had since been repaired with any materials that they could just tack together.

When I went to the front of the house though it looked like a luxury mansion.  It turned out I was living there with Ben Vincent.  He was talking about how Angela smoked hash and it was contrary to his Yoga practice but he gave her the space.

I realized that since we had a mansion on the ocean in MExico we could rent it as a vacation home.  I discussed the ida with some people, they were skeptical but I was gong to role with it.

There was some kind of gathering.  A powerful African Elder with drea locks was there.  I sat down next to him.  My left leg started to float.  I laughed, and my leg got lighter and lighter till it lifted my whole body into a handstand.  I pulsed tiny handstand pusheups... resonating some type of energy.  It had that strange powerful sensation to it of other spirit dreams.
Ben vincent
Hand Stand Pulses


Running through the night no passport.
Air Plane with "prayer" room in the back.

Celia's Magic Water

I meditated for a while,, then took shavasana, then rolled over into fetal position where I fell asleep.  In dream that followed shortly.....


I was at One Yoga, I thought to teach a noon class, but when I went into the room, Jessa was standing at the front of a packed sanctuary teaching a Yoga class with weights.  I went out into the lobby and saw that there were two classes going on.  One was Mario's, which in my haste I had thought was mine, and the other one said Celia's Magic water.  Now I had seen Celia's magic water before bottled, in little plastic bottles (in another dream) and I had read the label and it said never goes bad.  I had laughed to my self knowing that the water was leaching BPAs.  But Celia was in the lobby of one, right where the water machine was and there was a closet that dropped down four feet to some water in what seemed to be a basin inside a plastic shower structure.  I asked Celia, who was a 50 year old woman with piercing  eyes, and white hair, but very smooth tan skin, where her water came from and as I did, Michele was walking by and said "verdana".  Celia said,  I filled up when we in Verdana, the last time, but it remained unclear whether it was spring water or tap water.  She asked it I wanted to try it, and I was like, what the hell.  She dipped a large mesh strainer with a handle down into the water , scooped it back up and set it on my head.  She let it sit there about 30 seconds and then said there you go, and as she took it off I realized I couldn't stand up... I started shaking and pulsing and almost crying, and she said "let it go" and I rolled down to the right and began breathing fast and practicing Brahmari... faster and harder and I left my body and found I was riding a bicycle very fast down a hill, in a "dream world" and it was very intense to be there, and my body felt very intense and I was getting tired of doing Brahmari and I realized I didn't need to breathe... I was biking down a hill through a farmers market and there were Asian ladies selling bunches of greens and I rolled all the way to the bottom and turned to get off that road, and suddenly I was back in the lobby at One Yoga.  Jessa's class was ending and several students were leaving and were wearing costumes, of vikings, or medieval knights.    I talked with them about it and they said whats the fun of going to Yoga without a costume... and I said yeah, you might as well watch TV in your pajamas.  There was a blizzard outside, so one of the guys asked if I wanted a ride home.  We went outside (26th st. went East) and got in his car... As we did I saw a red car with three bucket seats where the windshield wrapped around the side of the seats, so the rider was in like a bubble.  We were driving east, the wrong way.  I mentioned that, and we turned off and pulled off behind my dad's church which he shared with 2 other churches, but it wasn't spring house.  I had a key, so we went in the back door.  In the room there was a table set, filled with plates and bowels of the most delicious looking bread.  I smell it.  It smelled amazing.  I wanted to eat some, but my friend was leaving so I grabbed a dinner roll.  It was so soft.  My friend walked out through the front door, and I followed him.  I had a black backpack and a brown wedge bag.  As we walked out the strong black guy with a long beard from Asheville who mowed all the lawns on Houston street was there.  He did maintenance for the church.  He asked me what I was doing with that back pack and I said, it was mine.  He looked at me suspiciously and I wondered what his deal was.  Then we went to go get in my friend's car.  The maintenance guy's black backpack and brown wedge bag were hanging on the door of his car.  I called him over and we laughed about how our bags were identical.  Then a car drove by with the radio on very loud, and a girl was singing even louder and out of key to a bass filed r&b song.  Some other pretty black girls getting into a car parked 2 in front of us laughed and said, she was ruining the song.  I joked that maybe she couldn't sing but with a voice that loud she should be able to get a job doing something.  They though I was flirting, and they ignored me, but as we were driving away I noticed they were looking at me.

 

Lori attacked by a Mob.....

This dream left me feeling sick, my body aching.  I was trying desperately to move out of 1411 Girard.  Mark and Lori had already moved into the house and were messing with my stuff, and saying rude things.  Lori (who wasn't physically the real lori, but a fat older later, who was very bullying and mean) was picking up my daughters stuffed animals and petting them.  I told her to put them down, because she was getting lead on them.  Ephraim was there to help me move.  I was angry because I felt like I was wasting his time, but was arguing with Lori.  I told her to leave, and she told my I hadn't paid rent. I walked out on the front porch, so angry, I was yelling.  There were about a hundred neighbors out in the street.  I yelled about how Lori had poisoned my kids with lead, and and not apologized, and put my family into a hard place, and now she was trying to get lead on their stuffed animals.  I went back inside.  Ephraim and I went upstairs to start moving stuff.... there was so much stuff, it was overwhelming ( IT wasn't really the layout of 1411).  Suddenly I heard yelling down on the street.  Lori had been arguing with the neighbors and now some woman was in her face yelling at her.  We went to the window.  There was a mob formed.  The woman was fat, and hit Lori in the head a couple of times, Lori went down.  Another guy started kicking Lori. really hard.  I though, he is going to kill her.  I started yelling out the window, and simultaneously trying to dial 911 on the phone.  A white guy got into the middle of the mob, to protect Lori, and after holding them back for a second, the mob rushed him to.  It was the full on expression of anger and frustration against the oppressors, or the symbol of oppression.  I fumbled with the phone trying again and again to dial 911.  Ephraim looked on.  I ran downstairs and tried to lock the front door.  Someone was trying to unlock it from the other side.  I held the dead bolt, but then they walked around to the other side of the room and could see me.  I finally surrendered and let them in.  It was 2 guys, a woman and her son.  They seemed to be high on something.  I took them upstairs to my bedroom, pretending to be friendly, but wondering what they were going to do.  My music studio was there.  It was to vintage for them to want to steal, so they sat down on the floor...  The son started playing my keyboard, and it sounded really good.  I was amazed how good my set up sounded, and how well it worked.  I felt horrible that I had incited the mob violence.  I wondered if that was a crime.  I hear people downstairs.  I went downstairs and Alex Rand was there dressed in his army surplus pants and a black hoodie, and gave me a huge bear hug.  The rest of the Capoeiristas were behind him.  They had come to help me move.  I felt a huge sense of relief.  Genje had brought blankets for my kids because he heard that ours were lead tainted.  I looked around the house,  there was so much to move.  Nothing was packed.

I woke up.

Earlier I had been playing with my daughters in the "basement" of my parents house (not the real basement).  Aima had smacked her head on the door frame and I was worried about her.  Ben was at the house and had a stomache virus.  I was worried about him and didn't want him to get the kids sick.

Both dreams were filled with an overwhelming tension, and resistance.

No Passport

It was night and me and a guy were running through the night time in a foreign country.... I was wearing a camouflage hat, and he had the rainbow hat of Kathy's.  It the guy turned into Max Groneck, and we ended up at an Arabic grocery store.  We were in a hurry and cut to the back of the store.  All the sudden I realized that what we were doing was catching a plane to france and then back home to the United States.  I realized I didn't have my luggage.... Then I realized I didn't have my passport.  Wait.... It was to late, I was on the plane already.   I yelled Emergency and ran back through various rooms of the plane, but by the time I got to the back room, we were already high in the sky.   The back room was the economy room and there were no seats, or seat belts.  A bunch of african, somalian and arabic people standing around.  I realized I wasn't even wearing a shirt.  I sat down in meditation position.  As the plane climbed upward, i had to lean forward.  While I meditated someone put a prayer rug underneath me.  I felt much calmer and realized I'd have to fly back to "Senegal" to get my passport and belongings.  At one point we arrived at an air port, and I was carrying around a five gallon bucked, a stuffed animal, and something else.... I didn't want to let go of or loose any of my possessions.

Earlier I fell.  I had been in deep dark sleep.  I had had a tiny bit of caffeine today, put 1 leaf of swamp tea in my tulsi.... I don't know if that is why.  New moon is tomorrow.

Vortex is back, 2nd night in a row.  Not in its full intensity, but It is there, with the fractured type shri yantra fractals where each triangle contains a photograph like image.  I have been very calm, simply observing and accepting what comes in these spontaneous late night meditations.

So here I am in a new cycle.

Stuff is moving, transforming..... Clearer and clearer experiences of oneness.