If one reads my thesis on dreams, (which can be found in the Selected Writings feature under “Sith Database” in the menu,) than one understands how dreams are actually deep meditative states in which the third eye takes over one’s vision.  The night before last I had an especially revealing dream... one that I had been expecting.

I have recently discovered that the “Irradus Barrier” has actually already been partially broken.  (The Irradus Barrier being the lack of knowledge blocking the strong projection of emotional, and later, physical/literal energy.)  Charisma, presences behind places, uneasy feelings about people or revulsion, and peer pressure are all signs of projected emotional makeup, mixtures, or energy.  All human beings have their Omnichi (the medium of internal/personal creation) attached and anchored into Manchi (the medium of external creation,) and so we are all emitting our internal creations outwards.  Simply put, we are always dumping our excessive emotions outward.  The problem is controlling and directing these.  I deduced that since the third arm (what I call the ability to create in oneself, and create through oneself,) is related to the third eye, it must be dreamlike in its nature.  So, I decided to explore it, I must meditate on it, and my dream was the result.

In my dream, I was at a lake that I visited a fair amount through my past in other dreams, only I was on the opposite end of it than usual.  I can’t remember a fair amount of the beginning... simply mindless progression of time... but than I remember approaching a deep and wide dip in the orange-colored dirt path where it grew near the water of the lake, and than hearing a voice, presumably of my father’s... yet not, for it was sage-like, who was there with me as well as some friends of mine.

His voice spoke a mystical and stoic-like message which went something along the lines of this:  He told of how humans live up on the land, basked in the sun, warm, comfortable, and superior.  (It was a bright day at the lake in this dream, versus white-skied and gloomy.)  I felt the warmth of the sun and its sluggish comfort as he said this.  But than he detailed various levels of fish....

He told of the fish that live right under the surface of the water, in the realm of glistening light and meandering shadows cast from the waves, and as he mentioned their existence, I myself was in that position under the water.

Than he spoke of the fish that live deep within the watery realm, where “but a dot of light is their existence.”  I was than deep in the black and green darkness, and above me, where the sun was directly above the water, there was a round spot of light, shifting yet quite bright in contrast.

I than turned around, (presumably stopping the journey back around the lake,) and turned to a little path leaving the one around the lake, and walked towards an open forest service gate.  And so the dream ended.

I have interpreted the dream to mean that contrast, and “light” and “dark” make up the focus necessary to direct powerful energies.  Not only must it be directed, and not only must it be in contrast to all other emitting energies (by closing them off), but it also must be created in the super-conscious realm of the subconscious, or the “murky waters.”

And so this dream has become a focusing metaphor for meditation.