Quality of Life

Some people like to say, "Eat well, do good, get exercise, and die anyway," as some sort of excuse for partying, being unhealthy and/or being inconsiderate. This logic has no place in a happy, fulfilling and successful life. Regardless of when you die, you want the life you live today, and tomorrow to be the best life you can possibly have. There is no excuse for not doing the best for yourself and the best you can for those you love. Even if I were going to die in six months, I still would continue my diet exactly as I do (if not do even better) because I want the highest quality for my life. The quantity is quite irrelevant.

~Raederle Phoenix Jacot

"Are you really sure that a floor can't also be a ceiling?" ~ M. C. Escher

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I dreamed I was Pharaoh

In my dream I was a Pharaoh.

I went among my people as a laborer. I was connected to all beings. I was friends with a spider, and with creatures that looked like men but were only a foot tall. There were other creatures as well, but I don't recall their appearances or purposes.

I was standing on something akin to a sidewalk, near a labor site. Close to me was a mound of dirt where many creatures whom were my friends had died. I especially mourning a spider. I pulled her web down and placed it upon the mound of dirt.

Oddly, my mother pulled up in her car alongside the sidewalk and said, "I can see that you are busy now. I will come to pick you up later."

I nodded, barely giving her my attention for a second. As she pulled away I summoned other laborers around me. They did not know I was their Pharaoh as I called them to me.

I spoke to them, and the surrounding men listened. I was in the body of a powerfully built man, and they all had bodies like mine. Deeply tanned from labor in the sun, powerful built from working long days at arduous tasks.

As I spoke to them, my power rose within me, making me a pillar of light. My aura became visible as it stretched out to the men around me. I spoke to them of the creatures that had meant something to me, my connection to them, their connection to them, and the light burned bright white.

A link of light formed between me and every laborer and I said, "My love courses through you, your love courses through me." I felt it inside me that it was true, and then I realized that I was God.

With my power as God, I drew up my wealth of energy, and poured it through the men around me, raising a temple on the mound of dirt before me. This was a miniature temple, built the appropriate size for the creatures who were only a foot tall. I built it for them, in their honor.

I knew treasures were in the mound of dirt. Great treasures that would be tempting. I knew my heavy marble temple would stand as a warning to not disturb this holy earth.

I felt the loss of my companions, the love of my fellow laborers, the power of a king and a God, my own love for each being, my pride at the structure I had risen before me and the symbol it served as memory of this time, this moment.

The temple was white and baby blue. It rose nearly as tall as me. It was a square in it's proportions, as long and wide as it was tall. It was made of pure marble, with baby blue designs on the pillars in the front. Pillars were throughout the temple, inside and out.

I know that in the dream specifics were more clear. I knew what treasures were buried, what creatures I mourned, how those creatures came to harm, why I was posing as a laborer, and the significance of the mound of dirt alongside the walking path. Unfortunately, those details were lost to me upon waking. The only reason I recall as much as I do is because I said most of this aloud to my husband the moment I woke.

I believe the dream was full of symbolism, which I could explore, but I'd like to hear what you think. What do you think my dream meant?

~ Raederle


Baba Taro said...

Wow. A very powerful dream.

It could be you were a Nephilim, that the foot-tall people were humans (or pre-humans). The spider could have represented something you were specifically attached to, or it could represent a species.

I wonder whether you were, at some time, a pharaoh, or the kind of 'king' that came before pharaohs, and perhaps at another time actually a Nephilim, and the two types of power were melded in the dream.

Treasure buried under the temple - "Peace on Earth"? (referencing the song). An interesting thing to speculate on.

We know that the Nephilim did collect gold; they didn't want the humans to have it at all. I suspect that they had other treasures, mostly biological.

I notice that this 'God' draws power from his workers, which he magnifies and reflects back on all things.

You're right, I do indeed like this dream.

Baba Taro said...

Oh, about me pulling up in my car and seeing that you were busy. You know that people often interact on the dream plane when both are asleep? Probably I was trying to contact you, but found that you were busy with an important project.

dale west said...
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dale west said...

As you know there are always many levels to interpret a dream. The three most common are literal, symbolic and metaphoric. All levels have their own value and validity.

On the literal level this could just be a past life (i.e., a memory), some type of remote viewing or just a retelling a Joan Grant story.

The metaphoric level may have to do with the way you view the world and many ideas of the interconnected the web of life, the physical universe and consciousness.

On the symbolic level I usually defer to Jung and think of archetypes which abound here.

You could also think of the levels as physical, mental and spiritual.

Ultimately, a dream is what you use it for and that always boils down to problem solving on all the levels ...

Phoenix's Muse said...

I was thinking that perhaps it was a memory of being a Annunaki. It seems like I read somewhere someone "realizing" of a sudden that they were a god, and not a man... I think perhaps the race of foot-tall men might have been so small in the dream to be symbolic of them being as different and removed from me as if they were that small... To represent the larger presence that me and my laborers had in the plane... I felt so at peace and so powerful in the dream. Also, I woke due to the part of the dream I was in -- as though I was *meant* to remember it. All in all, it leaves me with the impression that I needed a reminder that I am god, and god is all of us. :D

Tim said...

nah, dreams don't mean anything.

Phoenix's Muse said...

Tim, do you really believe that? At the very least, it's understood that dreams are reflections of our hopes and fears.

dale west said...

Well, Tim is correct on one level. One interpretation on the physical level is that the dream is just a random resolution of undigested daily events that need consolidation and perhaps influenced by a piece of undigested salad.

Tim said...

Hmm, well I said that flippantly, but now I'm thinking about how much I really meant it, and talking myself round to various points of view.

Clearly dreams reflect a person's thoughts and feelings in some ways. If someone told you all their dreams you would probably get some idea of what they are like, although with great potential to be misled.

Whether dreams provide any special insight is another matter. Obviously Freud, Jung and other psychoanalysts viewed dreams as important, as a window onto the subconscious that drives us all. I don't know how many modern psychiatrist, psychologists or psychoanalysts would treat dreams as such valuable sources of information. This kind of interpretation and analysis has fallen out of favour for being unscientific and dubious effectiveness. (It's a controversial question whether psychoanalysis is actually beneficial or not.)

My tenative view is that on the whole dreams aren't particularly useful for gaining insight. Interpret them too literally, they're banal, interpret them symbolically and you can come up with just about anything.

Where they may be useful is when thinking about your life and the world in a more imaginative way. Dreams may provide hints about the sort of metaphors and symbols that make work for you, ways of conceiving yourself that fit with your mentality. But you'd have to be constantly alert to make sure they don't mislead you into false analogies, that they don't supplant other experience and interpretation of the world.

"There's more of gravy than of grave about you."