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Dreamweavers
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You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
- John Lennon
Imagine
I believe you can
- Gary Wright
Dream Weaver
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Louis de Lyon could fly in his dream. Soaring like an eagle, the clouds beneath him became an airy faerie kingdom replete with mountaintop castles, dragon-riddled lakes, and enchanted forests; repeatedly hidden then revealed then hidden again by the shifting mists.
As he flew, he felt a deep, throbbing droning calling for him from somewhere just ahead and below. He sped onward, towards its source. The sound grew more intense as he approached the hauntingly familiar pirate ship, its masts, rigging, sails and top decks barely peeking out from the sea of fog. Her flag… I know her black flag too well, yet she remains a mystery.
Louis turned heavenward on his wings of silver and gold. At the apex of his climb he paused, a dark silhouette against the sun, before hurtling back down towards the ship. Was he falling or diving? He didn’t know. The truth was, he was, both. He wanted this, but he couldn't stop it if he tried.
A lone female figure awaited him upon the ghostly vessel, her face hidden only by the distance between him and her. Exhilarated and afraid, he focused on her face as he sped downward. Who is she? The closer he came to her, the more ethereal she became, until, at last, that fleeting perfect moment came and went. In that precisely balanced moment, he knew her despite her shroud of mysteriousness. Even as she faded, as the moment became memory, he stared at her, afraid to look away, until – his vision obscured by the tears dripping from his eyes like he dropped from the sky –, he blinked.
And in that instant he was fully past the ship. Confused and out of control, he plummeted into the clouds, through their ecstatic feeling electricity, and into the full fury of the storm. As the keel of the dream-ark disappeared into the dark skies above him, Louis screamed a dream-word he would forget as soon as he awoke.
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Still asleep, Louis mumbled incoherently as he squirmed in his hammock. His left eye began to twitch in a manner peculiar even for someone in the midst of a deep dream. A muscle in the back of his neck began to spasm; causing his head to cock to one side and his spine to arch at impossible angles. He rocked violently to starboard, then reversed course just as abruptly, rolling hard to port, spinning his hammock into a hempen cocoon. A shipmate, unfortunate enough to be walking past at just that moment, was forced to duck to avoid losing an eye to the big toe of Louis' flailing left foot. The crewmate counter-attacked purely out of battle-honed reflex, jabbing a sharp elbow into Louis's gut.
Jolted awake, Louis stared out through the open mesh of the hammock, his eyes bulging obscenely – for all the world resembling a fish struggling frantically to escape the fisherman's net. One dream-image stayed trapped in his mind, an image wrapped in an unspeakable word; a dream-word, too big for any one human mouth, too big for any one human life. Meaningless sounds spewed forth in a flood of gibberish as he tried to say the one word he could never say.
Two hammocks over, and one down, Seaman Stan whispered as loudly as he dared and nudged One-Eyed Willy, who was dozing, snoring noisily, in the hammock above him.
"Oi! Listen, mate. Listen! Shhhh. Listen. See? Didn't I tell ya? Louie done lost his head, ain't he? Louie da Lion, huh? More like Louie da Loon, I say."
One-Eyed Willy, a man of few words, chuckled softly in agreement.
"Aye."
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Georges Melies:
And now, my friends, I address you all tonight as you truly are.
Wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers… Magicians!
[he looks at Hugo again]
Come and dream with me.
[the curtains behind him draws back
- en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugo_(film)
“Participation” is the incontrovertible new concept given by quantum mechanics.
It strikes down the term “observer” of classical theory,
the man who stands safely behind a thick glass wall and watches what goes on
without taking part. That can’t be done, quantum mechanics says.
- Wheeler, Misner, & Thorne
Gravitation
“When observing the phenomenon of color in Goethe’s way
it is necessary to be more active in seeing than we are usually.
The term ‘observation’ is in some ways too passive.
We tend to think of an observation as just a matter of opening our eyes
in front of the phenomenon. ...
Observing the phenomenon of color in Goethe’s way requires us to look
as if the direction of seeing was reversed,
going from ourselves toward the phenomenon instead of vice versa.
This is done by putting attention into seeing,
so that we really do see what we are seeing
instead of just having a visual impression.
It is as if we plunged into seeing.
- Colin Wilson
Atlantis & the Kingdom of the Neanderthals
Deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.
- William Shakespeare
The Tempest Act V Scene I
In this way we can begin to experience the quality of colors.”
And after describing Goethe’s way of re-creating the colors in his imagination,
Bortoft explains: “The purpose is to develop an organ of perception
which can deepen our contact with the phenomenon....”
- Colin Wilson
Atlantis & the Kingdom of the Neanderthals
An archetype was a mind construct of a primate named Carl Jung,
who specialized in preneurological psychology.
An archetype existed at the “psychoid” level,
which was below that of individual collective unconsciousness,
where the organic and inorganic meld and merge into psychoid matrices
which, if nudged by the right archetype,
would produce a reality-construct so astonishing
that it would appear like magick or a very strange “coincidence.”
Jung called these psychoid archetypal effects synchronicities.
- R.A. Wilson
Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy
The novelist Arthur Koestler, who had a great interest in synchronicity,
coined the term ‘library angel’ to describe the unknown agency
responsible for the lucky breaks researchers sometimes get
which lead to exactly the right information
being placed in their hands at the right moment.
- Graham Hancock
Fingerprints of the Gods
Given the proper leverage at the proper point,
any sentient awareness may be exploded
into astonishing self-understanding.
– From an ancient human mystic
- Frank Herbert
The Dosadi Experiment
He wrote many books and he used them as texts for his students,
and manuals for technicians,
and were written in Greek, Latin, and Egyptian.
One of his amazing inventions is the so-called
“The ‘philosopher’s stone’ of Heron”
that “changed” one liquid into another,
for example, water into wine.
It consisted of an airtight vase of water
which, at the top, had a tubular opening
where water entered and reached the bottom of an airtight vase of wine
which, in the middle, had a tap in a siphon shape.
The two vases were connected by an intermediate small tube
that entered the bottom and reached close to their top.
When a certain amount of water was poured into the first vase,
the air inside went through the intermediate tube to the second vase
pushing out the equal amount of wine.
(The tube arrangement did not allow the mixing of liquids.”
(Heron, Pneumatics, A 14’)
- http://www.messagetoeagle.com/heroofalexandriamachines.php#.VJW8X7AAJQ
It was all gears turning.
- R.A. Wilson
The Widow’s Son
spinning, spinning,
and then it was like I was pushed from behind
and I fell
- Terrence McKenna
Alien Dreamtime
into another place
that didn’t seem like a state of mind,
it seemed like another place.
- Terrence McKenna
Alien Dreamtime
And the shadow ship started to emerge from its shadow.
- A.E. Von Vogt
Earth Factor X
BOOKS ARE BOATS.
- Dan Brown
The Lost Symbol
A galleon with square sails came towards him,
and he could hear the sound of singing
coming from crowds of bird-headed humans who filled the decks,
reminding him of gods in ancient Egyptian tomb paintings.
As his body seemed to turn to concrete,
he became convinced he was dying,
and that the boat had come to carry away his soul.
He then began to see more visions,
which he felt were reserved for the dying.
- Colin Wilson
Atlantis and the Kingdom of the Neanderthals
Simon got out his pen and began jotting, in the margins of Laws of Form,
the important things he had learned in his out-of-book experience:
1. A novel, or a universe, is a Whole System.
- Robert Anton Wilson
Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy
Madness or folly is important in tales or fables.
In such tales, the madman speaks the truth.
Folly is also important in learned literature; it is at the heart of reason.
From the fifteenth century on, madness has haunted the Western imagination.
Initially, death was the dominating theme.
Madness was substituted for death, but both were part of the same theme.
Madness formerly meant not realizing that death is close at hand.
Now, madness became like death.
- www.sparknotes.com/philosophy/madnessandciv/section1.rhtml
2. Who we are, and what we do, depends on which novel or universe we are in.
Every part is a function of the Whole.
3. It is very hard to remember the whole novel or universe
because our horns won’t fit the
- Robert Anton Wilson
Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy
boat’s in which their long-deceased ancestors travelled to reach their present home,
and in which all must travel to rejoin them.
As a Torajan priestess’s incantation has described this:
Now we are on the ridge of the roof
We are above, on the roof
Blow wind from the sea
Carry us over the earth...
Row, ye birds of bright plumage
Use the oars ye ospreys,
The rainbow is your conveyance
The rails of the bridge are of gold
- Ian Wilson
Lost World of the Kimberley
and upon her prow the mariners, the men of his own land.
And his soul cried out to them:
Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides,
How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now
you come in my awakening,which is my deeper dream.
- Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet
“She dreams me”, Duque said.
His voice came strongly from the shadows at the edge
- Frank Herbert
The Lazarus Effect
Dream me oh dreamer
- TV on the Radio
Wolf Like Me
And he heard their voices calling his name,
and shouting from field to field
telling one another of the coming of his ship.
- Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet
And the shadow ship started to emerge from its shadow.
- A.E. Von Vogt
Earth Factor X
I know why – I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Crazy on a ship of fools
- Robert Plant
Ship of Fools, Now and Zen
Never get off the boat!
- Jay "Chef" Hicks
in Apocalypse Now
And there was ever so tiny time distortion.
And reality twisted... slightly.
- A.E. Von Vogt
Earth Factor X
They are only temporary pauses in the incomprehensible mechanism.
A certain period elapses,
and some unseen mysterious principle again sets in motion
the magical pinions and the wizard wheels.
- Edgar Allen Poe
The Premature Burial
It was all gears turning.
- R.A. Wilson
The Widow’s Son
and in a flash Will was out of the tangle and blinking again
out of a page of the Book of Gramarye
- Susan Cooper
The Dark is Rising
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What just happened? Louis struggled to remember. His memory returned in bits and pieces. He remembered talking to The Right Honourable Reverend Doctor. He remembered The Head. He remembered having a dream, but he didn’t remember going to sleep. The dream-word he couldn’t remember was gone completely, but he was absolutely certain there had been a word, a very real word. He remembered waking up screaming a word, but he didn't remember what it was. Maybe he wasn’t completely awake, yet. I need coffee, Louis finally decided.
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