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It is easy to sit back, run round your property 400 times, channel hop like a Guinness Book of Records entry, pay more attention to your kids than you ever did BC (Before Covid), learn your hubby/partner/wife is a genius at improvising entertainment, the likes of which you had never seen since you were at Butlins/Haven/Fill in Resort of Choice.

Yet the truth of the matter is you’re as close to mega Stir Crazy as you never imagined. As this dawns on each of you, I would like to offer a perspective that can and usually only comes from the DreamState. yes, folks…..

I HAD A DREAM! – Roll the drums MLK!

I would like to share it with you, as for me personally my dream state has always been a repository for some of my greatest inspirational, life changing moments in life. This may just be one of them, however as always I enter the Health and Safety caveat that I may have been touched by Project Blue Beam, MKUltra or ,…well you pick one.

It went like this:

I found myself in a place where social distancing was practiced with an order and imperative that made me, at first, rebel at such social conditioning. I asked how was it that so many could be traduced into practicing something I felt was nothing short of authoritarian control writ obvious.

I was then told that in the world a short mind distance from where we stood –  that was precisely what was taking place. There were, outside of this capsule of inter time, millions of people persuaded this onus to be at the cutting edge of helping save social and medical care, that previously had been the single cause of neglect any government or ruling party could have implemented.

I was also informed this had handed the ruling elite a superb opportunity to be able to blame the people entirely for whatever fallout would befall the world after this cooked up distraction concluded, as surely it would – badly.

I marvelled at this being’s lucid take on a situation  matching my own interpretation when awake in that world, yet I was curious to know why he and his ilk were commending people to do the same here.

“Ah, but we are not, dear one!” he explained. “Here we are making their tools and tricks work for us and against them. It is always the very best way to counter imposition when we can turn their tricks back at them. They have no idea as to what is different. They merely see conformity in action”

“How does that happen?” I ask.

“Simply by recognising, as the great seers did through their voluntary absenting to a cave, far outpost or inner sanctum of their choosing, that in that place, free of interference and buzz, they could not only contemplate their own being and grow from that awareness,  but also use tools available within that state to hone and command their own minds, thoughts and responses.”

My ‘tutor’ smiled knowingly. He knew I knew what was meant and invited me further down this road of contemplative resistance.

“The state and purpose of separation from the hubbub in the world, greatly assisted by so much “busyness” being turned off or tuned down, allows a gracious state of reflection and inner awareness to build, relatively unhindered from external influences. In that way a stillness of mind can be reached.”

I nodded knowingly, as my previous experiences had, through a couple of long ten day retreats into the dharma of Vipassana, shown and taught me experientially what pure silence and stillness lay behind mental overload.  How the continued practice of ‘stillness’ had wrought an experience of fleeting knowledge of and experience to the total unity of all things. However, the moment I savoured this,  it hilariously and most disappointingly vanished, instantaneously. Attachment its destroyer.

“So, having myself experienced what non attachment can be, how can those not as fortunate as myself recognise the benefits of social distancing?” I asked, eager to see where his thoughts were heading.

“Come”, he invited. “Join us where we maintain our distance and focus, through breathing in and out, the present moment. As you do that you will become aware of thoughts and words coming to you. They are not your own. Those are the thought talk shared by your neighbours around you, socially distanced.”

I did as he instructed and swiftly caught the inner conversation taking place between us all.

“So this is the way we can practice communicating without fear of being intercepted, listened in on or spied upon!” I said joyfully.

“Precisely. This is the way we can in vast numbers organise ourselves, locked down, doing shopping or running or exercising in the park. All outward signs are we are obedient, good little authoritarian followers, whereas on the inside a revolution is being strategised, organised, finally to be implemented,” my ‘tutor’ smiled, pleased I had made the leap of knowledge and implementation necessary to ‘get it‘.

What was vital in this dream state, I recognised,  was the constant reference to the number eight. Eight, the distance between each person, eight as the number to remember when in the process of moving forward. Its repetition, on waking, of course, made me confirm its significance. Using that excellent tool of both exposers (us) and imposers (the PTB) – in my case Duck Duck Go, for others perhaps Google, I entered my query. (Duck Duck Go allows me to implement my right to have my inquisitiveness unrecorded and its pathways to where I travel left unfollowed!)

So, in this search I immediately hit upon an excellent resource offering me this interpretation of the numerological significance as to the single digit eight:

The number 8 is perhaps the most misunderstood of all single-digit numbers, as novices and professionals alike always seem to hammer on the “money and power” image of the 8. More often than not, when a client requests a name change consultation, it means he or she wants to add 8s to his or her chart in the mistaken belief that it will bring money and power.

It is true that the number 8, more than any other number, puts the emphasis in the areas of career, business, finances and authority. However, as with many other single-digit numbers, the shape of the number reflects its most important attribute, and in the case of the number 8, that is, first and foremost, balance. The 8 is the great Karmic equalizer, a force that just as easily creates as it destroys. When the 8 comes knocking, you can be assured that you will reap what you’ve sown.

The 8 balances the material and immaterial worlds. At its best, it is as spiritual as it is materialistic. The spiritual side of the 8 is practical, realistic and intelligent. It knows the difference between make-believe and genuine spiritual realizations.

Hans Decov – Numerology.com

The great Karmic equaliser, I love it. Yes, this whole scenario, this whole charade we are forced to have paraded in front of us is actually the very knot that will unravel  revealing the evil plan, so many centuries in the making, that will show the utter deceit, contempt, greed and power these entities have held us under for so long.

There will be those who may read this that have absolutely no idea of that which I share. I recognise that, each to their own level of awareness. Yet, if I were to relate the most incredible dreams I have been gifted and how they made tsunami changes to both my life and my growth in awareness, these same people would still rubbish my own experience and  life I followed, due to their lucid guidance. It is as it always has been – a life full of Doubting Thomases – it is the intransigence of ignorance we are up against today more than ever, however on the plus side, this sector of our human family is and never will be significant enough to change the inevitable, though to many it may look a blockage too far.

So often such circumstances are sent to not only try us all but also to take out those whose difficulty in moving forward is too great to attempt further in this life span. No judgement, merely an observation. None of us are saved in the life we individually experience. We can only save (grow) ourselves. It is and always has been a personal journey we contracted to travel.

No mother, father, teacher nor authority will  ever save us, protect us or prevent for our every experience to mould us, hone us and grow us. It is we, individually, alone that must do all of that. Anything else is mere signs, pointers, helpers, supporters and reminders to us along the way that we’re never alone.

I woke so refreshed, joyful and appreciative of this particular, personal assistance that has always, in my life, enabled me to entirely trust. Some may call it intuition. That it is  in the awake state. In the Dreamscape, it is, I personally hold to, my more intelligent inner self, unbounded by earthly bonds, touching me, holding me, speaking softly and lovingly to me saying:

“All is very very, well – even all this will pass and you are taken care of and navigated to precisely the next space on your incredible journey
in these realms”

May we each hold fast to that part of ourself that is always the lighthouse and guiding vessel, helping us move forward, to become and recognise the glorious being we have always been and will continue to become.

Through Darkness and Light – The Journey to The Self

In or around 1390 the first book using cast metal moveable type was printed in China. In 1430 the first block printed books appeared in Europe. In 1455 Gutenberg’s Bible was printed using moveable type and a printing press. In 1798 the invention of lithographic printing appeared and in 1969 the first use of ARPANET, the forerunner to the Internet and worldwide web appeared.

In 1985 myself and two others, one the most formidable software programmer of his day started to develop FOUNTEN, a precursor to Google, FaceBook, Instagram and much of the Internet as we know it.

Two years later having secured the necessary £5 million seed finance I immediately was delivered a dream. It told me to go within, not out and give away a long sweated creation to a stranger.

Three weeks later I met that stranger on the back stairs of a small Soho design agency in London. I asked him only to let me know what happened. Six months later he reported back he had sold it for nearly £1 million to Hachette.

In 1989 Hachette, having further developed our FOUNTEN, came dangerously close to bankruptcy in the financial crash of that year. FOUNTEN disappeared.

Listening to my inner being (through the dream state) became the most rewarding experience of my life.

Over the next two decades I grew more than in all previous years of my life. I learned more about myself, who I am and my purpose in life. If I had stayed with my idea of what I believed to be my future, I would have been crushed, undoubtedly.

Google meanwhile became — Facebook created from stolen ideas, Instagram created, sold to Facebook, all reaping havoc and interest in fairly equal order as Twitter became the literary standard for banal interaction. Like all social media pumelled on a world too timid, fearful and stuck in habitual and ancient patterning the people were suckered down a road powerful interests controlled. The toll gates are unremitting. Unable or unwilling to seek out who they might have become had they not succumbed to toxic addictive tendencies and the tsunami of lies, agendas and control, many now live in the between worlds of death and no death. Zombies to their own petty predilections, they become less and less aware of who they truly are.

Most hardly know the Chinese were responsible for the printed word becoming the phenomenon it evolved into, let alone the pivotel evolutionary role in today’s digital delivery. They believe those that control them. Those who persuade us the Chinese, the Moor/Arab, the Other are responsible for traducing their freedoms, rights and being, morphing into an ultimate threat to everyone’s cosy lives. That the exact opposite is the truth gets lost through befuddled minds, incoherence, ignorance and the utter lack of critical thinking.

They are completely oblivious to the fact that the Moors brought to the West amongst other things — Algebra, Chemistry, Math and Geometry as well as in 1085 the first paper mill at Jativa in Moorish Spain.

Rams Fighting c 1780–90 Lucknow, India c 1810–20 © Trustees of the Chester Beatty Library, Dublin, Ireland

The Kingdom of Light existed in five Grandeurs, which are the Father and his Twelve Aeons and the Aeons of the Aeons; and the Living Air and the Land of Light, as the great Spirit blew through them, nourishing them with its Light. But the Kingdom of Darkness exists in five Chambers, which are Smoke and Fire and Wind and Water and Darkness, as their counsel creeped in them, moving them, rousing them so that they might fight with one another. As they were fighting with one another, they dared to lay their hands on the Land of the Light, thinking they would be able to achieve victory over it; they did not know that they would bring what they were planning upon themselves.

The Conflict of Light and Darkness, Bema Psalm, Manichaean Psalmbook. Coptic, circa 400AD, Medinet Madi (Egypt)

Most are more absorbed (I use that term advisedly) in their handhelds, their internet games, social media shenanigans than any real historical and spitirtual accurate facts. Easy to be persuaded to hate than develop individual thinking and loving kindness within a global family. Easier to be herded into sheep pens of belief, force fed divisive loathing through racism, a sense of superiority and propagnadised ponerisation through addictive technology. Easiest to be shafted as authoritarian followers, blind to their imminent extermination as humans — all the while believing rose tinted Hollywood superheroes will always arrive, saving us all from whatever latest doom feed is placed at our table.

I know from personal experience and having forged much of my life around the search for that truth, self revealed, there are more important evolutions possible when we listen to our inner best self, especially when it communicates directly. Both listening and not listening create paths forward, yet the stepping out on the harder path — that of self discovery and development — will always reap a richer harvest and more fruitful disbursement allowing each to be fed and, by example, to feed others.

One wonders whether the first full description in 2000 of the Human Genome will turn out to be as profound and impactful as the emergence of writing on clay tablets pre-3000 BC that transpired in Sumeria, now present day Iraq.

One can but hope so, though without the slaughter and constant destruction of these historical facts by a present day barbarism that, with outright, misguided and arrogant exceptionalism, calls itself civilised and free.

Composite Demon and Bull (detail) c 1810–20 Chester Beatty Library Dublin
Demon and Bull (detail) c 1810–20 © Trustees of the Chester Beatty Library, Dublin, Ireland

Perhaps this second attempt by us human beings honouring a previously scored endeavour by those originally initiating our story here, will recognise, with humility the supernal and divine magnificence genetic engineering through love can produce true evolutionary leaps forward. I fear it may be a leap too far unless there is concerted effort by the many to go within, discover the true nature of the life gift we are given, prior to going outwards and onwards.

The Father of Greatness will give them what they are requesting. He will give grace to his troops, those whom he has sent to war with Darkness. They will curl up and gather the veil and he will reveal to them his image. All the Light will sink into him. They will go into the inner chamber, and they will come out from it in glory …. King in the two Kingdoms. The King of the Aeons of Light is the Father, the King of Light. But the King of the New Aeon is the First Man.

Triumph of the Kingdom of Light, Sermon on the Great War, Manichaean Homilies. Coptic, c. 400 AD Medinet Madi (Egypt)

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About the Author:

Jonathan L. Trapman

Author and photographer writing since aged 9 and photographer since aged 16. A professional career as photojournalist, working for some of the top titles in Fleet Street among them the London Times, Daily Express and a very short and boring stint with the Sun newspaper, swiftly exposed him to the propaganda and half truths demanded from photo/journalists in the ’70s and 80s. Deciding his soul to be worth more than shekels earned from the news rooms of corporate cronyism, he went on to become one of the industry’s foremost photographers. He enjoyed getting to know the world, its peoples and a far wider vision of life on earth on others’ behalf and at others’ expense. He has appeared on TV and radio including the BBC, France Inter and online radio. Invited to speak at creative and literary conferences across the globe, in early 2012, in partnership with his wife, having accomplished several translations of foreign writers they made the first ever English translation, in over 900 years, of 11th century Sufi founder and mystic saint Hoja Ahmed Yassawi’s Diwani Hikmet (Divine Wisdom) poetry and sacred verse. Currently he is working on a 7 volume opus The Freedom Cycle, Dreams and Realities being the first, now published.