Creative Dynamics Center and peripheral issues
10Feb2007 07:38 AM Permalink
Last
night I had a dream that appears to be a synthesis of
yesterday's (and last week's for that matter)
experience, including the blog post from yesterday
about Joyeux Noël & The Secret on Oprah. I dreamt
that I was spiralling around (ah, just realized the
geometric symbolism 
a hillside in Georgetown,
California where I built a geodesic dome
in
1978. In the dream, I walked through the wooded
area (where there are also pines in "real life")
past a number of individual, separate buildings
and dwellings. Then I arrived at the top of the
hill (where in "real life" our Creative Dynamics
metaphysical study group, headed by the
late
Floyd Edwards, author of
Symbolism of the Great Seal of the
United States, had intended to
build a common building for study, healing,
spiritual exploration, etc. but never
materialized). In the dream, I saw a large
building, apparently made by interconnecting
previously separate smaller buildings – I like
that symbolism! I walked to the edge of a small
cliff (we called the 40 acres in Georgetown the
"Far Cliffs" after a reference in the book
Jonathan Livingston
Seagull) and looked down
to where my dome home was in "real life", but now
(in the "dream") there was a building devoted to
spiritual history or something like that, near a
small river flowing past. The feeling of the dream
was that there was to be a new wave of involvement
as this facility (double meaning) was
re-discovered (like "The Secret") and integrated
(like Joyeux Noël). The other
powerful metaphor for me was that the center
(literally and figuratively in the center or heart
of the acreage) was what was overgrown with weeds
by decades of neglect, but now (I moved a small
section of already down barbed wire fence out of
the way so no one would be harmed by it) was
poised to enjoy a renaissance.
a hillside in Georgetown,
California where I built a geodesic dome
in
1978. In the dream, I walked through the wooded
area (where there are also pines in "real life")
past a number of individual, separate buildings
and dwellings. Then I arrived at the top of the
hill (where in "real life" our Creative Dynamics
metaphysical study group, headed by the
late
Floyd Edwards, author of
Symbolism of the Great Seal of the
United States, had intended to
build a common building for study, healing,
spiritual exploration, etc. but never
materialized). In the dream, I saw a large
building, apparently made by interconnecting
previously separate smaller buildings – I like
that symbolism! I walked to the edge of a small
cliff (we called the 40 acres in Georgetown the
"Far Cliffs" after a reference in the book
Jonathan Livingston
Seagull) and looked down
to where my dome home was in "real life", but now
(in the "dream") there was a building devoted to
spiritual history or something like that, near a
small river flowing past. The feeling of the dream
was that there was to be a new wave of involvement
as this facility (double meaning) was
re-discovered (like "The Secret") and integrated
(like Joyeux Noël). The other
powerful metaphor for me was that the center
(literally and figuratively in the center or heart
of the acreage) was what was overgrown with weeds
by decades of neglect, but now (I moved a small
section of already down barbed wire fence out of
the way so no one would be harmed by it) was
poised to enjoy a renaissance.
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Strange Dream with Comedy/Tragedy theme
07Jan2007 04:14 PM Permalink
Last
night I had a strange dream which seems to reinforce
the silliness of what we concern ourselves with so
often, as well as the serious things we gloss over.
In the dream, I found Amy Goodman (I rarely dream
about people I know, and less often about those in
the public eye) on her hands and knees on the floor
of a well-lit office building, hunched over in fetal
position, sobbing, while somehow (you know how
paradoxical dreams can be!) singing, karaoke-style,
about not being able to find a staple-puller anywhere
in the office (and no one could help her)... That's
about the extent of the dream; on the surface it
seems quite absurd, almost comical, to see someone
(especially someone with such a generally serious
demeanor; and I do have a tremendous admiration for
her work as a journalist, the anchor for
Democracy Now
which
is a beacon for compassion in a crazy world!)
lamenting about something so trivial (kinda
reminds me of the movie Office
Space, now that I
think of the object of the sorrow!). Of course,
this afternoon, while unstapling a stack of old
code printouts to use as scratch paper, the "Aha!"
moment hits, and here I am pondering the deeper
significance and symbolism. I'm contemplating new
opportunities that seem on the surface to match
the backdrop, but the "dig deeper" inspiration
grabs me and says, pay attention to the real
issues where you can make a difference (regardless
of where you are at) and let the trivial fade away
of its own accord... After all, like the CBS
Sunday morning episode on "memory" pointed out,
our personas are composed of what we dwell upon;
the point they didn't make (or perhaps I missed
hearing) was that it is the emotional emphasis WE
give to our experience that gives it life... Also,
since my family genetics pre-disposes me (another
unchallenged belief? to play with puns, I'm struck with
the double-meaning of staple (being the stuff we
find in our pantries and fridges that we believe
sustain us, breatharians, notwithstanding
We don't really live by bread
alone, do we, but by the comfort we give
ourselves in our choice of focus in our every
relationship to this infinite world we seem to
inhabit. I'm reminded of the advice in
Life and Teaching of the Masters of
the Far East (I'm currently
re-reading after about 35 years) that reminds us
of the infinite supply within us...
to play with puns, I'm struck with
the double-meaning of staple (being the stuff we
find in our pantries and fridges that we believe
sustain us, breatharians, notwithstanding
We don't really live by bread
alone, do we, but by the comfort we give
ourselves in our choice of focus in our every
relationship to this infinite world we seem to
inhabit. I'm reminded of the advice in
Life and Teaching of the Masters of
the Far East (I'm currently
re-reading after about 35 years) that reminds us
of the infinite supply within us...