and then there was Gingeng....
Labels: a day in the life of a sufi, herbalism
It is not hearing, it is not seeing, it is dying before you die
Labels: a day in the life of a sufi, alternative healing, herbalism
Fighting a dragon that has been and still hiding in dark places; haunting, conniving, and plotting tricks. It has a voice that is mesmerizing and can turn invisible at will.
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We are fighting and moving in a dimly lit building, rooms and large windows look out into other open rooms that are darkened. The dragons talks, but I can not recall or understand what it says. The battle consists more of maneuvering around from room to room, using the walls as blinds.
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I rise high into the night sky, so I can force the dragon out into the open and to meet me one to one. I focus my intention and imagine an image of the Qabalistic Tree of Life projected onto my body and being. I intone loudly the Name of God, Tetragrammaton.
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As the beast finally approaches in an invisible swoop, as it arcs back towards me either I or it transforms the dragon into a small swallow. I catch the bird with a piece of cloth and cover it, holding it tight. It tries to tear and rip the covering, but I do not let go.
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The bird becomes docile and I send it on it's way with another "evil" person to go and live out their lives peaceably in some other local far away. Banished, but happy.

Labels: lucid dream, qabbalah, sufism
Labels: lucid dream