Sometimes one is lucky. Not lucky as an idiot winning the lottery, but anyway lucky.
Dreamtime is a discipline and Witchdoctor is not a good disciple, as usual.. But it has to be trained. The most important thing is , when preparing, to prevent or to get rid of all the junk and trash and push which arises from your Timeless Id or any other garbage coming somewhere out of your mind. To get results is not to digest your bullshit coming in a dream and making a story out of it.
In Dreamtime one tries to catch something more.
So, Witchdoctor was there, lying on the bed, and not expecting nothing, just wait and see… and he fell asleep.
And the luck moment has begun.
So, there was this gray, light gray space. All around. Just gray silvery.No flickering and scintillation, a fog enduring in its silver dress.Then, after a long time (lets forget the real time length in a Dreamtime rem) the fog started very slowly to change and evolve. The uniform gray was slowly breaking in non distinguished, non regular patches, smirks, drops which flowed in and out of the space. They slowly shaped in a non regular shapes with no symmetric or any “simple” math regularity. They generated on and on and they moved and popped out of the gray. Through being in all shades of different gray they materialized as more and more distinct, shaping themselves out of the space..
Then the colors started to pour, slowly in the shapes and shaped more the things which were flying and floating, generated from the “NOTHING”. No particular order or pattern. They were arising and moving in space.
Coming forward, going back in “perspective”, just as anything in space.
And then it started, for real. The non geometric colored objects , God knows how, started to acquire “taste”. It was not the french fries FLYING and WD was not hungry. But the feeling (the feeling got just in with this change of situation) of the particles was that they had taste.
And the music started. The things started to emit sound. They were more and more defined and by defining they got attributes and properties, as it is the music.And The Music started. It was fantastic. Now, the music Witchdoctor was starting to listen to was a combination of how the objects moved, colored themselves and tasted. The music was something between Chopin and instrumental jazzy improvisation. Well ,that was Witchdoctor part, his idea what is good music, the free flowing structure with sense and theme.
The Music was mindblowing, fantastic and it was going for hours (?)
A complete unity between shape, color, taste and music. One provoked other, one originated the other….. The flow and the change between shapes of three dimensional objects in space, the changing colors, the movement which was not following the music but the music was arising from the changes of shapes, colors, taste and the overall movement…
Then the voice started, like speak, sounds of a voice, hinted voice melody from the objects interacting ….
And Witchdoctor woke.Possibly the voice, speaking sounds, were too much to endure and maybe the message was what Witchdoctor did not want to hear, because it was misleading- giving any special meaning to the possible sentence- and felt utterly needless and redundant. Maybe Witchdoctor missed the best song ever sung …
Or maybe he was snoring too loud even for him and woke!
Or maybe he was seeing his retina structure from the other- inner- side, but even that changes nothing in the evolving of the events.
Dear reader, it was luck and in this Dreamtime Tale is hidden the arising of—Life,Universe, events, objects, etc, and the way how the things are– working.Bad or good,even terrible at the end.
It happened only once, two years ago, one night.. of luck.
If you are skilled, you can meditate it in reverse…. a kind of reduction, but it will not be the same…. fun
The relational generation, the assigning of “value” and meaning….
See where you stand, the shifting sand of beauty and dread.
PS;Chopin is being popular lately…
Anyone may try or make it better.
Copyright Witchdoctor