DaFuMu
for Peace -
Dreams for August 2005
Dreams from the 15th night of each month
The focus this month
Water
The Gaza Strip Pull out. [Valley Reed
Peace Bridge Member says: "I feel there are seeds of peace sprouting in this
action, and there is great potential for movement toward peace or violence. I
think it could be very beneficial if we were to focus some intention for this
to happen in the most peaceful way in our dreaming."]
Especially dreaming for the people in Iraq...
Saturday, August, 13th, 0400: Rahud!
Dream by Ralf
There is an Indian style guy, seemingly of my age, wearing a white turban.
He has a three day beard. He is complaining about his name "Rahud!" The
exclamation mark makes that he dreams of everything he wishes. He feels that
rather a burden, than a gift.
Comment
Indeed I did intend to dream and find answer for a
current personal situation. Ralf - Ralucid (my internet nickname) -
Rahud This one seems to be about intentional dreaming and the sacred shining
up behind it. But the guy (me) isn't really happy with his gift. He looks
somewhat deranged. He is kind of guru, but still young and has a hard time
finding his way, accepting his gift. It seems I don't care enough for that
part of myself. So I do it now, working on my dreams. The two following dreams
show the fruits of my wishes...
14 August 2005 Pre DaFuMu…Ilkin Sungu
I am looking to the horizon and around on a
bridge. The bridge is over a large river and covering the land at the banks
too. The rive flows in grey water and mud. The banks of the river until the
bridge’s edges are dry, brown earth with cracks. I understand it in my mind
that this river is the “Po” river in Italy. As soon as the bridge ends at two
sides the land is full green. It goes along till the horizon; the muddy river,
dry lands both sides, fallowing with green lands as divided by borders
according to the bridge’s length. I am sitting at a table at the green land at
one side of the bridge. It is a kind of Italian restaurant where they let you
cook your own food and learn new recipes. They bring extraordinary big
eggplants and cabbages in front of a woman. She begins to cut them in very big
pieces and eat without cooking. I am thinking it is not good to eat them like
that, this woman is very piggish and have no respect or thought for others.
They bring big cabbages in front of me to. I am slicing them thin. They look
white instead of green. I am hesitating a moment if I am rude to the owner not
waiting what she will describe about their traditional recipes, but put flour
around cabbages to fry as in our own tradition. She assures me it is okey,
they do it same way too beside so many recipes, at the end we are all
Mediterranean with more or less same food culture. I am thinking to ask her
why Po river is flowing so dirty and the land around it so dry. She answers me
from mind to mind before asking; “the problem begins from the source”. This
makes me remember about the pollution and think building bridges over all the
polluted rivers to protect the land at the sides from drying, dying…
Comments to the Dream
Ilkin, did you happen to read the sections on water I copied
down for the Bridge board yesterday? Your last two lines address the basic
meaning of water as a guiding spirit. When the world is in discord, muddy
water may reflect the state. May Tung
Dafumu From Ilkin Sungu - Turkey
Lots of animal figures made of bright colored
crystals and gems. I am very amazed of how shiny and alive they look. They
look like as they made and arranged for a chess game. I am thinking I better
arrange them in a more joyful way. The animal figures gets shrinking. I am
looking around and thinking that this is turning to one of those sur-real
dreams as I am in Alice's wonderland. I am walking up shape and dimension
changing stairs. They are so soft. Now, I am looking the stairs, they are not
under my feet but in front of my eyes. I am not getting surprised when I see
the stairs are made of water. It is like water is alive and taking any shape
and strength. It can be a stair and can carry any weight on in liquid state if
it wants.
Saturday, August, 13th, 0430: Water People
Ralf -- Germany
A group of people, Indian style (again) have
just arrived, back on their home island. Their wooden boat lies broken on the
white beach. I see palms and the ocean kissing the horizon. There is a group
of five or seven people, men, women, children. It is seemingly their leader
now talking to me, a strong man, short black hair, tanned skin, just wearing a
loincloth: "We have traveled far across the ocean and reached a new
coast. We met Portuguese people." (I see a map, before my inner eye, seemingly
the Chinese coast) I nod, saying, that may well be, remembering they once
sailed that region. "But we couldn't land (Was it because they couldn't make
friends with them?) Our vessel has sprung a leak and we had to return."
So there he stands and I reply: "Now what do
you want to do with your people? There aren't many left." (I think, their
genetic pool is now too small to survive. Should they mate with each other,
should I mate with them, give them my sperm?) I say: "Times have changed, now
people live on the mainland, not in the sea. (Meaning they should integrate in
civilised world)"
I've scarcely ended my reply, when a huge
gestalt rises from the sea close to the island, on my right side, very fuzzy,
like a jumping whale or a gigantic penis. The Indian man runs into the
ocean, half fighting, half playing with that gestalt, which is surmounting him
by many feet. In between he returns to me and we talk about something, I guess
relating to the situation of the people. But he returns to the fighting game,
chasing the gestalt in clockwise direction around and around the island, until
the sun sets and all night long. I resign, feeling they will never change.
Comment to the Dream:
This is about different cultures, but also about my own not civilized side.
It is about Christian Portuguese and Aborigines. The latter wanting to reach
new shores. The Chinese way of life would maybe fit them, but the Christian
way keeps them from reaching their goal. Seemingly they couldn't make friends
with them. Now it is ME having a hard time dealing with irrational sides
in other people currently, am I neglecting my own sides? This one may even go
deeper, I feel reminded of the different levels of psychological/ spiritual
evolution I read on in Wilber's "Up from Eden" before sleep. It was a passage
about sexual rites in the so called "mythological" period of human
development. There lies a great power in the hunting game in the end of
dream. This power is in myself, but it may be, that it isn't connected, I
can't feel it, I can't use it. Maybe it is something, I can't change, maybe
something, I shouldn't try to control or to "civilize." Maybe my point of view
(a civilized Christian, in a way) is too arrogant and keeps me from
integrating the chthonic powerful side of myself.
More Thoughts by Ralf....
While digging in the
mud of ponds, I disturbed a dragonfly seemingly taking the last steps of
transformation. It managed to hold on to the stick I held to it, now rests on
my fish tank. Wonder if it is really transforming from larva or a weak
one dying. But I guess it is the last steps before flying. Legs were still
kind of glued to the body and wings still stick together. Kind of
synchronistic with my water people dream. I'll keep you updated -- Ralf
Response to Ralf's Dream by May Tung
Hello, Ralf and all water people. As
pr0mised, here I am. I even brought a cup of Dragon Well green tea for a
long chat!! One of my problems is, I have been reading Sarah
Allan's book THE WAY OF WATER. I read it very slowly to take in as much as I
can for it is the most wise, thorough, and thoughtful book I can remember
reading. I want to copy a few passages for Ralf but, alas, I'd end up
copying the whole book. So, I'll try to respond to your dreams first and see
what happens. Ralf, I just went over your fantastic dream, as in my
first reading, I kept on thinking back of the book. So, I'm going to do
that, quoting whatever comes to my finger tip...
"This book is an exploration of the root metaphors of early Chinese
philosophical thought...written from the fifth to thired centuries B.C...
One reason that these texts are so readily accessible to us is that they are
secular. (my emphasis) Ancient China had no religious canon, no sacred
narrative. .. my thesis in the work is that in the absence of a
transcendental concept, the ancient Chinese turned direct to the natural
world -- to water and the plant life that it nourishes -- for the root
metaphors of their philosophical concepts. (mine.) Their approach was a
holistic one: by studying the principles of nature, one could understand the
forces that govern human society. (I think this is still true today, at
least. of myself.)...
Water, with its multiplicity of forms and extraordinary capacity for
generating imagery, provided the primary model foe conceptualizing general
cosmic principles (all my emphasis from now on unless otherwise indicated.)
both water and plants provide metaphoric roots or early Chinese ideas about
time. (Earlier, quoting Confucius' contemporary Heraclites saying that you
cannot step into the same river twice.) Water, in the form of the stream
with a natural spring as its source, provides a model for ideas of both
transience and ontinuity. Plants, with their annual patterns of change, ..
in their reproductive continuum, for the concept of lineage..
This story of a great flood has a superficial
similarity to the flood story of the Judeo-Christian tradition.. . no
Chinese account speaks of rain as the cause of the great flood... that of
Noah's flood which was sent down as a punishment to humankind... the
earliest forms of the Chinese story were part of a myth about giving order
to the world and making it habitable for man... Digging the river channels
and directing the water so that it followed along them, flowing in an
orderly manner was the first step toward creating civilized world.
(Ralf: How did your dream Indians' boat get wrecked? What does that huge
water gestalt if not a representation of human chaos which the leader has to
conquer, or else, his people will disappear from the face of the earth?)
"Yu (the great man who treated the flood which we learned in school as a
historical fact. I was so surprised to find that it was a myth in later
years!!!) took advantage of its natural tendency to flow downward and yield
to obstacles ... By following water's natural inclination.... Yu's means of
directing water was to make the water move where it had no resistance... A
similar understanding by a ruler of what people like and dislike and the way
in which they behave would result in a peaceful world.... Laozi: 'the reason
that the River and seas rule the hundred valley streams is that they are
good at taking a lower position to them... the sage who wishes to be in
authority over the people always humbles himself in his speech.'
(I had to laugh at the following, speaking of an evil ruler: "Zhou Xin was
an archetypal bad ruler and the point of the passages that the evil
influence of his ministers and cronies was even more significant than his
own evil nature." Has Bush been poisoned or is he born that way???)
"Water is soft (rou) and weak (ruo) and it always yields to the hard or
strong. It always yields, never contends (bu zheng), but follows the path of
least resistance. Yet it can over come any obstacles set in its path and
wear down the hardest stone.........."
Seli 23 Magnetic
White Solar World-bridger
Mirror Mandala dream by Ron
I am at my house on Pine Street, in Boulder. Susan Galper is my roommate. I am
standing before a mirror in the kitchen, checking out how I look, if my suit
is nice for my new job. David Long, my friend, asks, "what's up?"
I tell him that I have a new job with ARAMARK, working stands at the Pepsi
Center.
Susan swirls by in her usual fashion, flipping her right hand and says, "Why
do you need that job?"
I see the clock and it is 9:06 am. I'll never make it to Subway in time, my
first job of the day. I ask Dave if he'll drive me. He's reaction tells me no,
like he can't be bothered.
I go to the bathroom and my hair is all frizzed out. I start to put some
hair gel on it, when Dave walks into the door and asks what I'm doing. I tell
him I've got to get my wild hair under control, so I am putting gel on
it to groom my large mane, so it will look presentable.
He says he'll drive me to work. EOD
Comments: Ok, after about 10 moons of looking for another job, I finally got
hired at ARAMARK in Waking Life. My waking life dream has been really
interesting, a reflection of my dreaming life unconscious. I've been reading
Carl Jung's Biography "Memories, Dreams, Reflections." About the time I read
the part where Jung ends his friendship with Freud and begins his inner
fantastic dream journey into the unconsciousness, I get hired at this job.
I am still at Subway. I need to get ahead so we can move. Eric starts
College Monday. He has financial aid. Our cat Tasha is sick.
I think the mirror part is interesting, one
reflection where I look perfect in my new dark blue suit, and the other
where my hair is a wild mane. In one I am a professional businessman; the
other I am a jungle man, kind of like David Bowie punked out on glitter-glam.
These are probably the two sides of my personality that I've been working on
with my individuation. It seems, like Jung, I've reached some sort of center,
center of my Mandala, in my dream work and waking life at this time. Right now
I see lots of psychic potential. It is a very interesting place to
be in. I spent the last few months looking at manifesting my new job, and the
other day I was fantasizing about the mirror, unmanifesting work in general.
Like what would it be like to manifest a waking life situation where I didn't
work at all, but did my spirit/magick/alchemical great work?
Sweet dreams,
Sunwolf
