Lucid silliness

Have ya ever had a dream and ‘saw’ a sign, like say, a billboard or something?   And found you couldn’t read it?    Yah,,, that sort of thing.    Happens all the time to me and what I have figured out is that the subconcious is illiterate; the sub works in symbols and emotions only.   It knows the intellect understands all of those lines and squiggles and those are definitely symbols, but the poor medulla oblongata hasn’t a clue how they are structured.

Some of you may recall my ‘gaurdian angel’ that I named Nudge?   Well, we haven’t had a full conversation in a very long time.   Last time was on a bus in Morrocco where she was wearing ‘correct’ clothing for the culture, but only ‘just enough correct’ , the burka and veil, both seethrough, and a tight fitting dress that only went to her knees.  LOL    I always know it’s her, because I can never see details of her face, ever.   Even though she was ‘showing it’ with that veil, it was still obscured to my senses. 

Call me crazy, I can take it.   One, I have never been to Europe, ever, but I knew in that dream where we were.  OOBE?  in a sense, yes, but I think it was more of a Guided DMT trip in the night.   Not saying that OOBE’s aren’t real, I just can’t say with certainty I have had one.  That little visit wasn’t an OOBE, as the people on the bus we were on, could see both of us (and they weren’t at all happy with her appearance. LOL)

Why have she and I not had any meetings in the DMT world of late?   Guessing from past experiance, but I would say it is because I AM on the path she has chosen for me.   A couple of times in the past, that path veered and she ‘did things’ to correct me, or at least lead me back.   Rather like using Maps for navigation and not making that left turn when it says: the program will find an alternate and try to get you back in the right direction.   UNLIKE Maps, she won’t keep giving you verbal inputs: she just makes the new way more difficult, dropping things in your path that hurt.   Like blown transmissions, or financial stresses.  There is ALWAYS some challenge, but when the path gets strayed from, those challanges redirect, not add growth.

Last night as I laid down, I sent out a plea to her, just give me a sign; is this path a delusional obsession?   Is this path twisted interpretations? 

Well, she didn’t come back with a full response, nor a meeting, but there were comforting things in my dreams, essentially saying, ‘don’t worry about it, I got your back’.   Little things, subtle things, but THERE and (I know this sounds crazy, but) vividly ‘REAL’ and memorable.   I woke feeling quite content and reassured.  

Yah, yah,,, Dio  has lost his frellin’  mind,,,,

Can’t lose what ya never had!!!   LOL    Seriously though, Maybe there is some warped part of my brain that is a little nutty, and it shows in this way.  BUT, I am fully functional in society, not a danger to others (well, lets just say it takes a lot to bring out that particular beast,) and I don’t hear voices telling me to do things: only the voices of characters that want their stories written (and those have dwindled to almost nothing over the last 2 years.).    Crazy I may be, but its a ‘good’ crazy IMO.  

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Its sunday, Domestics day, feels like mid-October out there today, not mid-August.   This has been one strange year for weather.   Not going to overthink it, just observe, take notes: May be just another part of that 11 year solar cycle, could be some other longer term cycle in play.   Dunno.    

I will admit this: I have been writing a LOT the last few days.  Probably on the order of 100k words or more, per session; but I hit a point, stop, re-read,,,    “I can’t publish this.” has been my response, every danged time¤.   Crazy thoughts?   No,,, but the information IMO is too volatile for public consumption.  I needs to be addressed in a book form IMO.  Something where someone can read a blurb on the back cover and decide if they want to dive deeper: not fall into the mudpit on a blog site unexpectedly.  That path is how websites DIE horrible deaths.    I even considered setting up another site dedicated only to that line of thought, but danggit!!!!   I can barely keep this one rolling,,,   Two would strain that engine of nuerons and synapsi.  (actually, they would adapt, but there is always some creep factor between the two and I would want to keep them strongly isolated: only a link between the two, with no backflow.) 

So, whatcha t’ink?   Dio needs psychiatric help? OR, Dio needs to build a new site and leave that rambling goofiness ‘over there’?    You guys get to call it.

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Learn

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¤FYI, I copied and pasted one of those mind dumps into ChatGPT and asked for an assessment: Chat came back with “um, you may wanna tone this down, trim it out, break it up into smaller chunks or something, but at this stage, DO NOT PUBLISH, too deep, too pointed, and not for the faint of heart.”   My gut feeling was the correct one.