2022/06/08 Wednesday:

[Richard Silk]

So on yesterday morning, 6/7 Tuesday, I had a dream / encounter or two but was basically too busy to get around to posting them.

The main one involved a guy who looked a bit sullen (jaundiced?) and possibly "unclean," who was putting his hands all over the face of a younger Sean Connery, the actor who played James Bond in the original handful of films. This scene was actually a *repeat* of an earlier clip earlier in the evening, but that was at around a clarity 2 or 3 and mostly forgotten, so that the scene was being repeated was certainly more memorable the 2nd time around!

At any rate, this "unclean" fellow had been putting his finger tips all over the target's ("Bond's") face, as if sculpting with modeling clay, which resulted in a NUMBER of small zones that looked a lot like bubbles, about the size of a quarter each, with each zone having the appearance of a whiteish oatmeal cookie, only with a larger bubbled texture than that of a typical oatmeal cookie.

The dreamer, having observed these zones on the face of the target, began immediately removing them, as they peeled off just like a kid's sticker.

There was some (muted) conversation as to why might that unclean fellow with the fingers have been occurring? The dreamer was remarking that the target (who looked like a young Sean Connery) was carrying a device (a dark box, smaller than a typical siding brick, that appeared to be held in the target's left hand, hanging down beside his body) referred to as a "paparazzi reader." Whether this was meant to be a defensive aid OR a device attracting the unclean was not stated, but if someone is "feeding" the paparazzi, that's like feeding the mentally demented minds of mass shooters, thus, per Matthew 7:20, "By their fruits ye shall know them."

Half the face had been cleaned when the dream ended.

Now the reason I was rather busy yesterday was due to a scheduled (but previously unforeseen) oral surgery involving the removal of an implant for tooth #19 that had "gone bad." Long story, but the end result was that when the tooth and stem (it's actually a screw that goes into the jaw bone) were removed, there was a glob of goop "concreted" around the stem. That just should not have been there. By the time that implant was removed (yesterday) around 50–75% of my upper and lower jaw bones were experiencing "sympathy pains".

So the implant was removed, the area of #19 "cleaned out," and granular bone (allegedly harvested from a corpse) was used to fill in the zone, which will take around 6 months to graft into the rest of the jaw bone. (Hee hee... "the Mandabilian") :-)

At any rate, the dream of the unclean fellow seemed vaguely analogous to the replacement of the #19 implant IRL. I *suspect* the "Paparazzi reader" of being analogous to a credit card IRL.

There were a pair of seemingly related dreams regarding pizza as well, although the notes I scribbled on the newspaper yesterday proved indecipherable this morning, so just count them both as "evaporated." :-)

On to last night's / this morning's dream regarding a "Bond girl"—

There were two people, the dreamer and a guy, roughly in his 30s, medium build, medium height, maybe *just* starting to show the heavier side of his 30s than the leaner side of his 20s.

While the "gender" of the dreamer was never clarified, "male" is the assumed role, but again, there was no actual evidence of this *other* than the dreamer's voice, that sounded very close to that in my own mind, so again, it appears to be leaning toward male on this one— especially with respect to what was about to take place, although there have been female techies in bomb disposal roles, but mostly on television and in *maybe* in the military. But to continue:

The dreamer and the guy were in an open area (no noticeable walls) *similar* in feel to the front parking lot at Grace Lutheran Church (on E. Clark, 37130, IRL) with a table (perhaps?) with a device on it, similar to a laptop, but more like a briefcase. As there was no alarm to begin with, it then became known that the device *may* have been a bomb, with an possible timer, and if it did have a timer, the amount of time was unknown as well.

Certainly, the initial response was to "flee" the area, but the dreamer sat down with the device, opened it up somehow, and gave half of it to the guy and kept half for himself, the idea being that between the two of them, the chances of finding any possible device and possibly disarming it were doubled, and the risk of injury to anyone was cut in half (as the guy could distance his portion from the dreamer.)

There was a bit of balk regarding the plan, but the guy apparently realized that if the dreamer was going to do it, he would also, and they both began working on their respective halves: the dreamer toward the west end of the area, facing south, the guy on the east end, facing perhaps southwest.

The half the guy took seemed more like the motherboard and other digital components, while the half the dreamer had was more along the lines of the shell and possible power connections (for a battery, from the AC converter, what have you. It was a device in a dream and other than these *rough* descriptions, really didn't look much like anything on today's or yesteryear's market.)

While the dreamer sat analyzing his half, there seemed to be some interaction with a rather attractive, blonde female with medium-length hair (at or about or maybe slightly past her shoulders) and a body / personality that *both* seemed (in retrospect) to be a tad up from Denise Richards (a former Bond girl in a movie IRL.) —Whereas I personally know *nothing* of Denise IRL, in the ("real life") Bond film, although she played a nuclear scientist ("Christmas Jones") she *seemed* ditsy. The blonde in the dream, while no nuclear scientist, seemed to be mentally acute in addition to being exceptionally, physically attractive, with that "let's procreate" *pull* to her body. (NOTE: I JUST looked up Denise Richards in an online search, and guess what? She was pictured having long, blondish hair! Maybe that "ditsy" effect simply reflects her acting "skill." She's a lot better known for her amazing, "hot" body!)

There may have been some disagreement between the guy and the blonde. There *may* have been a word of caution regarding the guy's half of the device, which the blonde took with her, got in a car, and drove off— up to about 100' or so away.

Then she got out, came running towards the guy and the dreamer, and whereas the dreamer was expecting her to have some sort of emotional reunion with the guy, she instead went *around* the guy (who was standing nearby to the dreamer's left) actually passed behind him, came around and gave a BIG hug to the dreamer!

Dream hugs often result in game changers in real life, for some reason.
While there was very little (if any) "sexual tension" in the dream hug, it was VERY uplifting, psychologically as well as likely spiritually, to the dreamer. (How could it NOT be??) ("Love is forever, unending, undying. Love is the greatest of all things inspiring.")— RCS, ~4th grade?

As the dream ended as a result of / during the hug, much of these details were remembered after waking. Clarity 9.

There was a *brief* view / clip of my elderly mother, just the outline of her being, as if she were in bed sleeping and cranky enough to prefer not to be disturbed.

She said something like: [You know what you have to do. You don't need me anymore.] This was said in a way similar to that of a person who really did NOT wish to be disturbed. I noticed that her voice in the {spirit|dream} realm was MUCH stronger and clearer than it is in real life. There was also heard an exhale, but whether that was before or after the sentence is unclear. It did, however, sound VERY much like her physical body IRL, as she *really* needs to take around an oxygen tank but apparently has too much personal pride to do so. Clarity: astral.

During a period between dreams, at some point during the night, I was meditating on the process / meaning of "Love God AND Love thy neighbor as thyself," aka "The Torah." Jesus teaches this as a [derivative function] in the form of "Love thine enemies." (IF one were to love others AS thyself, "neighbors" *include* "enemies" AND as God IS Love, AS one Loves, one expresses God *from* Oneself.)

At any rate, the "light came on" one day in the past when I realized that one's greatest of enemies is always oneself! Thus, to love ALL of oneself, *including* one's enemy of oneself, one then loves ALL of God, and "not just those parts with which one may agree." THEN one may love God (oneself AND others) FREE of hypocrisy. In Boolean logic, this is stated as 1 AND 1=1, as TRUE AND TRUE = TRUE.

Jesus *transcends* the Boolean AND function with LOVE in "Love thine enemies": thus: [1♥0]. (#OnlyLoveCreatesUnity; #OnlyLoveUnitesUSALL!)

Lovers *love* lovers AND haters; haters -hate- lovers AND haters.
Unity LOVES duality (that which excludes Unity) even as duality hates Unity.
The donut INCLUDES the hole; the hole EXCLUDES the donut.

At any rate, the idea of Loving God (including ALL of oneself, including the enemies of oneself) produced the thought of generating a body of light, as it were, what astral body projectors would call a fully charged astral body. THEN, the idea of loving others AS thyself produced the thought / image of that love going INTO an area of darkness, just as [1♥0], just as the light loves the darkness.

At any rate, I suspect that meditation came *prior to* the Bond girl dream, and definitely before Mom's [dismissal.]