"I of my own knowledge…"

As on every Friday  for the past four  months, another excerpt from my on-going conversations with various disembodied beings.

This series hopes to illumine for you, as it did for me, aspects of the interconnections between this side (3D reality) and the other side (outside of time and space). My ultimate goal is to nudge you (as I have been nudged)  toward an understandable concept of our place in the universe, one that helps us see meaning in our lives.  God knows, materialist reductionism doesn’t!

But the language and concepts of traditional religions as traditionally expressed are dead to us, and need reinterpreting. That’s part of what’s going on here. And, in the process, the guys upstairs are happy enough to knock some dust off long-repeated concepts, and at the same time throw out some bathwater, while holding on to the baby. So — part 18 of the series.

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We never know when we may be serving the purposes of something well beyond ourself. I have a thoughtful friend, a professor of philosophy. I thought he’d be interested in a blog post I found about attempting to comprehend man, so I forwarded the URL, which is http://pavellas.wordpress.com/

In due course I received my friend’s reply:

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My good friend Robert Clarke, who died in October in England, had lived a rich inner life that included, by his estimate, 30,000 dreams that led him through the individuation process. He sent me two articles that he had written for his local newspaper that I think are of wider interest. The first, which I posted here yesterday, he sent to me on April 4, 2008. The second he sent me later that same month, on April 27, saying,

“I keep thinking of the whole might and power of the universe, of all universes, the whole kit and caboodle, and how one tiny speck of love, the minutest iota, is worth more than all of the might and power. Another reality comes into being with love, another living dimension, that might and power totally lacks. I think of the tiny speck as up in the darkness of the universe, totally alone, and yet glowing in a way that is impossible for the physical universe. Anyway, I thought you might like to read my latest article for the local paper (attached).” 

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My friend Robert Clarke died in late October in his hometown in England, a merciful transition from life with a cancer-ridden body. Though he and I only met twice, we corresponded by email and he became a valued friend, in the long-distance way so many of us have friendships these days. I firmly believe that he in his life, like Carl Jung before him, found a valuable key for the rest of us. Though he lived in obscurity, he had a rich inner life that included, by his estimate, 30,000 dreams that led him through the individuation process.

He wrote two articles for his local newspaper that I think are of wider interest. The first, he sent to me on April 4, 2008. Tomorrow I will post the second.

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My friend Jim Price forwards this interesting information, which he received in a series of dreams.  It seems to be about alchemy, but as will be seen it is about awareness.

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As I look through emails from my friend Robert Clarke, who passed over to the other side last month, I find this, which should be of interest. Perhaps it gives a glimpse of the depth of meaning hidden in symbolism of dreams and mythology.

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Back in 2002, Hampton Roads published Robert Clarke’s first book, The Four Gold Keys, featuring a foreword by writer Colin Wilson, through whom Robert and I had  become acquainted. Hampton Roads subsequently published Robert’s second book, and Hologram Books is going to publish his subsequent works in the coming year. The Four Gold Keys being now out of print, and the copyright reverted to Robert (therefore, now, his estate) I am able to reprint Colin’s opinion of the importance of Robert’s work.

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I believe in dreams. They have meaning, even though we can’t always figure out just what the meaning is. I think these two recent dreams may be of significance to more people than only myself. The first I call Waters, Rising.

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