Sinera's Lucidiary

[Pneumismatic]

"Platolmec" Head Monument In "Busaki (?)" [one translation: "The Original Wisdom is to be found whole in the source (mother temple) of Hindu Music, AUM (C#)"]

I seem to have developed a combination of techniques where I get more often lucid in dreams than to have vibrational / phasing exits out of 'the state'. Well, I don't want to complain as far as I have lucidventures at all despite them being my 2nd choice only.

This one started from dream-state where I was in a small class [dreamer is intensely focused on his own learning as his psyche takes the form of a classroom, concentrated on a small number of students, implying a quality education. The dreamer is focusing intensely on his own development.] of 3-4 [3 and 4 are the numbers that indicate a movement toward balance and achievement of balance, where three represents incompleteness and four represents completeness as there are four seasons, points of a compass, quarters in a whole, canonical gospels, fingers on a single hand, limbs on the human body, functions of consciousness (Active, Passive, Leader, Follower) etc. This is the meaning of the squaring of the circle in Alchemy, wherein Pi, 3.14 (not 3 or 4 but "3-4"), a number strictly associated with a circle, becomes 4, a number denoting a square, denoting wholeness, well-roundedness.] students only. I noticed I had forgotten my stuff [dreamer realizes he has lost his ancient core, his true beginning, his true substance, or stuffing] and asked my neighbour student for a pencil and sth ["something" rendered as "sth" in other words, it's not OMing. See Busaki] to write [right, aright, rite] on. [The dreamer seeks a true ritual] Then I am directed to a desk behind me with some material. [Behind the dreamer, in a place he does not see because he looks only forward, thus in the unconscious, there is material, materia, "stuff," or substance] I take one ["one" what? one-ness] but when sitting down again at my desk I notice I got a screwdriver (or a similar tool) instead of a pen. [the true writing, the true Rite-ing, the true ritual is manifested in the form of a spiral, "drive"-ing along a circumambulatory screw-shaped pathway around a mysterious center, like the stairs in a ziggurat which lead heavenward] (The teacher resembled the "healing angel" woman I did the singing with lately, but I cannot be sure of that.) [Prelude: The song will reveal itself to be singing teacher's lesson]

Then I somehow got out of the room and in the hall I try to fly up asking a guide to lift me [the dreamer's psyche attempts to put the ritual into practice, immediately ascending] (a usual strategy of mine). Only after a few seconds a hand comes. [guidance] I asked for Tom Campbell to be the guide Before, I once subconsiously used him before as a "vessel" to be guided by another helper to the "Human Contact Zone". I saw (like then) a video of him before going to sleep. This might be an influence. He also put out a promise to help people in NPMR as much as he can. So that's why I remembered to 'call him up'. I only see the hand that reaches from the ceiling. I am then being drawn up and it gets dark. [The top of the mountain is gloomy, obscured by the clouds, and only darkness to the conscious mind of the dreamer, a false beginning through "The dark night of the soul," leading ultimately to the Truth that awaits on the other side of the darkness, the true knowledge of the dark Center, as the top of a perfect mountain, viewed from above, is actually the very center of its circular foothills]

Somehow there seems to be no movement. [There is no change, no death, no time to flow, it is an eternal realm] Then it occurs to me to give a direction of where to go and shout the first that comes to my mind: "Back to the Library!". Then there is some movement and I notice I can see again and am in a kind of different lobby of a building. It looks like an kind of office building (maybe of public authorities), resembling the one I was in when I went to the "Nine-O'clock-Heaven", but this is not certain either.

I take a look at the hand that had drawn me til this moment. I notice that I hold a hand only and the arm is already a kind of stump and there is no person (guide). It looks like an arm-prothesis. I throw it away then without giving it more thoughts. [The dreamer becomes dissatisfied with his previous mode of self-exploration, realizing its automacy. The dreamer is defiantly rejecting his programming, the next step of which is to become the programmer.]

After a while of searching for an exit to get outside I succeed [the dreamer has become his own guide, his internal compass, his squaring of the circle, his movement from 3 to 4 is complete] and am in a kind of forecourt [Pun: forecourt = fourcourt = 4-court the dreamer is in the presence of a King, which he will soon meet, as all courts imply their king, as they are 'the king's court'] on a sunny day [True Light shines, as it is written, "But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth and grow up as calves of the stall." - Malachi 4:2] in an unknown city. [The Home of True Mystery, which will always be unknown to the masses] There is a monument. [A great symbol] It is a huge colossal head carving. [The head represents the ruler, the King] A bearded man that mostly resembles the Greek philosopher Plato. [Plato represents the four university subjects, the Whole essence of the universe, without which a university becomes simply a college, namely Mathematics, Music, Rhetoric and Philosophy.] It is a little greenish and with some leaves or blots on it. [the color green and green leaves are symbols of life. The dreamer is becoming truly interested in the four highest subjects in western culture] However the wide, bulky, angular and colossal nature of this head reminds me also of the mysterious Olmec stone head carvings. So it's Plato's bearded face but in Olmec-style. It's in the size of a person but of course also very wide and might still be placed on top of a kind of socket-wall (not sure though). Mix these two together and you get the 'picture': [The Olmecs are the first civilization in Mexico, the ancient beginning of a mysterious people, representing the hidden mystery of existence. The Olmecs practiced the mysterious ball-game, which reminds one of the other circular symbols so far encountered, which was a most serious game of life and death, as only the winner survived. The ball game points to the Self, conceptualized as a sphere in the work of Carl Jung, of which the ego was merely a "blot" on its surface, whereas its true nature of the Self is to be found only at its dark core. This is highlighted by the fact that the Olmecs were the first inhabitants of Mexico, which means "heart land" or "central place." The Olmecs were the beginning of "the center," fitting representatives for the Mystery of mysteries. Thus the statue represents the union of conscious knowledge and unconscious mystery]



I wonder where to go and then have the idea to ask the monument where the library is. I am aware of the astral and think that I might 'bring it to life'. But that does not work. ["I" is the ego, the "blot" on the statue, a surface feature of the Self, from which the "I" or ego gets its life, the reversal of which "does not work," as rain does not fall upward.] Then a tall guy passes by and I ask him where the huge 'akashic' library is. [A True Guide appears, as the dreamer has outgrown the nanny-hand]

He looks 'down' at me (he's tall) [Tall = high = one with the tip of the mountain, the Center of the circle, enlightened] with a friendly smile and asks why I would want to go there. He asks me if I 'messed it up' somehow because I wanted to go there. [The akashic record only records what has passed, of which there is no reason to review, if one knows they are going in the right/rite direction. In other words, the Guide is saying, why go back when you're making good progress now?] I do not understand what he means by that. Probably he tells me that there are other libraries around here. I insist that I've been to the 'akashic' library before (not yet aware of my mistake that it necessarily wasn't the 'akashic' library at all). He then looks again at me smiling. His eyes seem very agile, stangely moving from left to right, [What's left is what's 'left behind,' while what's right is what's 'rite', ahead] they also have a strange colour. Something like a brownish-red or so. [Red is the first color in the visible spectrum, the 'beginning' of the visible light spectrum. 'Brownish-red' is also the most accurate translation of the word "Adam," the primordial man, the First, the mysterious beginning, as "Adam," strictly speaking, means "red," though it also means "earth" because the clay appeared to have a reddish hue to our ancestors, so they called the soil, which is earthy or 'brown' to us, "Adam." Edom, whose name is another form of "Adam," was so named because he appeared reddish at birth, thus he had two names, Esau and Edom. The guide looks to the primordial beginning, and the dreamer sees the color of the primordial beginning reflected in his eyes.]

Then I ask him the name of this place. First he kind of whispers it. I understand the word "Busaki" (pronounce boozarkee in English, wordstress on -ar-). [Pun: Stress on the -ar- = stress on the "are" = stress on the "being." What is being offered is the key to relieving stress on the being, of which the western world is in serious need.] But ask again and he repeats it louder. At his third (and loudest) repetition I start to fade out of the scene. ["Busaki" is an amalgam of the words Besakih, and Busuki. Busuki means simply "music" in Finnish, the word "Finnish" also being a pun on the word 'finish,' denoting a completion of the movement, the end is the beginning, to which the 'music' leads. The three repetitions of "Busaki," which increase in loudness each time, indicate the musical technique known as "crescendo," which is an increase in volume over the course of notes or measures, the symbol for which looks like this: "<" Besakih is location of the greatest Hindu temple complex in Bali. Bali is a pun on the word 'Bally,' or 'Spherically,' or 'centrally,' repeating the central theme of the vision. Taken together, the word Busaki logically would mean The central music of Hinduism leads to the center of our sphere, the Mystery of mysteries. All great Hindu music is played in the key of C#, also known as OM/AUM/AMEN. "I" fades out of the scene because the dreamer realizes that he is not his ego, but the Self, and finally achieves Individuation, Self-consciousness, Christ-consciousness, Brahman, and oneness with all that is, transcending the ego, and most likely has this realization while listening to some sacred Hindu religious music, probably performed on a sitar.]