A Ritual DaFuMu
for Peace
December 2004
Ralf
Dream: "War
pollutes Elements"
Thursday, December, 16th, 2004, 0800
Outside in a kind of
battlefield situation. Houses with wooden walls. The air is red and gray with
dust, I can't hardly breath. I feel this fog is made by the aggressors to hinder
enemies or to even kill them. I feel permeated by this ill substance, which
seems to be radioactive, too. I don't know where to run and hide, until I make
my way inside a building, where a pair in its thirties is sitting, neatly
dressed, like managers or people in an office. They are from US. There are no
windows in this room, the air is clear. They are responsible. I am angry, but
hold back. I want explanations. So I talk to them in a friendly way. They
talk about this killing air as if it were just another cooking recipe. I say (or
think), that they are going to kill them selves, too, in the end, if they go on
like this. Scene shifts, and outside I see a helicopter, one of these Apache
types, taking off. It has a gun firing water in a jet, reaching miles. The water
is grey and rains on a forest on the horizon. I guess this is again meant to
kill people there. The water flows back from there to here, turning a tiny rill
into wild waters, carrying the bodies of still struggling and of dead people or
soldiers.
End of Dream
Comment:
This one I guess was triggered by two happenings: Firstly I discussed US policy
with a friend of mine, and he told me of an article in a German left-wing
newspaper, saying US seems to be wanting to wage a nuclear war on Iran and
Northern Korea. Secondly I continued the lecture of Chomsky's "War against
People", a chapter dealing with the Vietnam war. Both happenings did
somehow get me down, amplified the cynical voice inside of me. Then there was
the call for dafumu, so dreammaker did his best... Interesting is the
synchronicity with May's forwarded article about the speech of Bill Moyer about
environmental policy and fundamental Christians, working towards the apocalypse.
So there may have been influences from the future, too. Whatsoever.
Ralf
Dream: "Spiraling
the Ball / Mandala of Peace"
Thursday, December, 15th, 0900
I have arrived at this little hill, driving my new car. Hill is formed
like a half of a ball, round, with a steep slope. I get out of car and want to
go up. It is hard. There is a way, but in the beginning it is hardly visible and
I don't have place to set my feet. It is grassy soil, and it looks like there is
snow on it, too. But above me the path is wider, and I see people walking up. I
remember a fat man above me. To make my way, I hold on to the rim of the above
loop of this spiraling path. Now I can make it, slowly at first, but then I get
more and more grip with my feet and make my way up more easily. In a clockwise
direction. I walk the first turn of spiral path.
But I don't go to the
highest point, I climb down again, it seems I have some other task to
finish.
End of Dream
This dream combines the intended mandala with my current situation re peace
work. My new car refers to my present situation. It is good to see I'm
"simply" driving, after in previous dreams my car has been burglarized
and damaged and in a following dream I drove it into a lake. But there was hope
in the end and here I am, driving through a new life. It is true, I find it hard
to get on the peace - dreaming - activism track again, but I do it. Then there
is still some other tasks to do in my life, the dream says it. I don't walk the
way to the top, to the centre. The snow on grass seems to be inspired by
Olivia's dream. I read it before bed. Now it reminds me of a poem, or was it a
song? I'll look it up. No need, it is all in my mind. It is Scarborough Fair /
Canticle by Simon and Garfunkle.
I sang it some time
ago.
The "canticle" part reads (no, don't know all that lines by heart):
On the side of a hill in a deep forest green
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
On the side of the hill a sprinkling of leaves
Washes the graves with silvery tears
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
Back to the dream:
It is a lovely image, the ball of earth, seemingly one half covered underneath
the surface, one half open to sight. A great symbol of Self. It is good to see,
other people did take that path of peace, they can help me getting the grip...
Perhaps it is also a future or past (fatter) version of myself up there. I lost
15 kg since end of August.
Just recall a line of an Eric Burdon song (Mother Earth):
When it all is o'er, you got to go back, way back to mother earth.
She is waiting for you.
In this sense I see this dream as an answer to my previous dream "War
pollutes Elements"
Won't go out into details here. It is just I feel these dreams saying: We
are in war with mother earth, polluting her elements, but there is also a
way to peace on earth, with earth.
Glad to dream together with all of you!
Ralf
Kathy
A Mandala Baby
I see B. who lives on a commune called
"mandala"! He is carrying a tiny baby - a just born baby:
a simple off white cloth wrapped loosely around it - but the baby's lovely
little head can be seen - I see it has the darkest hair - pitch black hair,
I think the bay's hair is the same colour as his
daughter's and say "Have you told L. that you have a new baby?".
He says "No" and I'm very puzzled.
EOD
Like with Ralf's dream - I think there is a psi
element here - B. called around that morning - I told him of the dream and he
said his daughter L. had decided to have a baby (something very new) - well I
said to him: I think she may already be pregnant (I had the feeling that the
"not telling" had become reversed in the dream - that it was L. who
had not told him yet. We'll see!
For the DaFuMu - I think it is lovely to have a
man who lives at "mandala" - for we all live "at" mandala -
it is just a matter of becoming aware of the mandala. And I think it
is auspicious to have a new baby.
Oh and that reminds me - when I drew my
"mother" mandala - I placed at the centre a baby lying on a lotus on a
lake of water. Well the baby is here! Well in my dreams
anyway!
Kathy
Ilkin
15 December 2004
Visit to the Village
– 02, 50
We are visiting a
village of my father’s side at the coast, mountains of Black Sea. The houses
are very far from each other at the village. We are walking in the middle of the
darkness from one house (cliff to another easily without any fear. There is some
kind of thing in our hand which lightness our way. My father’s relatives are
welcoming us. We are entering to the house at the west. They are showing
honour to us. I take of my pink sneaker shoes entering the house. The lady of
the house says, I can leave my shoes to them when I will leave. I don’t accept
it saying; I never leave, get apart with the things I love, I feel
comfortable how old they may get. I am remembering my old green sneaker shoes
which I throw away when it get old and getting angry with myself not thinking to
buy it two pairs and save for later. The house is made of wood. I see my old
uncle lie in a bad in a room towards the back of the house. I am thinking;
“But he should have been died” but don’t say anything. Everywhere is full
of boxes and bags. When I look inside, I see that they are all full of
hand-works and paintings. They say; I can take anything I want because they are
all made for me. There are many children, young, old and women around. I put on
my pink shoes and we leave for the next house. We are climbing to a cliff under
the moonlight. I am carrying a bag full of many things. We are stopping at the
top of the cliff and watching the scene of the mountains under the moonlight.
Thieves and cloths
– 03.37
We are back in
Istanbul. I am taking a handful US dollars from my husbands bag and put into
mine. Than, not wanting everybody see them I hide some into my white briefs. On
a road at my old neighborhood I am seeing a shoe shop which belongs to a man I
know before (in real life he is the man whom we buy all our air conditioners)
and things I like on the display cabinet. I am telling my mom and brother, they
can either wait or walk towards home and entering the shop. There are many
customers inside. I see many different, beautiful new models of shoes and bags
etc. I am walking around two times but I can’t decide. Some women are playing
cards on a long table at the front. I find one of the woman familiar and say
hi. I pick a claret red bag and look for suitable shoes. There are so beautiful
models that I can’t decide. When I am walking towards the back of the shop, I
see 3 women are stealing leader purses from the corner display cabinet. Opening
my arms to both sides immediately, I catch the women at the corner and call the
shop own hers name. Women are trying to run away and the man is acting
very slowly. When I am handing the women to the authorities I see myself in the
mirror and realize that my cloths had thorn. Again I begin to look for shoes. I
put my bag dawn to the ceiling in front of a crowded display. When I try to
decide between a classic pair of shoes and half boots, I realize that my bag is
open and my money and purse is gone. I yell out that I am robbed but they
can’t find the thieves. I am thinking both my mom and brother I sent to house
and wanting them to close the doors and search everybody. But than I decide to
go on shopping. I am wanting the shopkeeper to tell somebody assist me in my
shopping because I can’t go out in those cloths. I am thinking that he may
make discount to me but I should pay him, not accepting much discount. On the
other hand the man is very slow and disturbed as if I will rob him while I am
robbed myself. Just that minute his wife is coming with a t-shirt in her hand
but the man says it is not my size. I realize they are also selling clothes in
the shop. Oh may God; I am discovering more and more beautiful things in the
shop. To my size, soft, great colors and cloths, all kind of accessories
including hats, gloves and all. At the same time the woman is bringing me green,
yellow etc shoes even though I liked the claret red bag. I am turning towards the
corridor where she bring the t-shirt. My God, there is a very soft pants, blouse
and jacket set of cloths from soft green-yellow. While I am changing to them I
see the money in my briefs from the mirror. I am thinking “At least I have
them”. At the end the shop owner tells that they are very expensive and am
understanding why he seemed so disturbed. I am saying him; “For God’s sake
Mr. S, what do you think? Do you think I will rob you myself when I saved you
from robbery? If it is too expensive I will want you to make 2-3 installments
at most!”. Seeing him smile, I think; “Swine man, your eyes begin to shine
because you know how easily I spend money when I have it”. They are showing me
the other parts of the shop I didn’t see before. There are many versions of
all kind of accessories for all cloths. I am thinking that I don’t care how
much it may cost, I have never seen such beautiful collections before. My
husband is entering the shop. When Mr. S is telling him what happened, I am very
happy.
Meeting in Turkish
Bath – 6.30
I am very young. We are
living in a village. We are in love with a young boy and meeting in the only
place where people don’t go all the time; at the Turkish hot bath. Only thing
we do is to sit side by side, smoke cigarettes and talk. We will meet again but
his little sister don’t leave me alone. On the other side, the young man is
trying to find cigarettes for us. We need cigarettes not only for ourselves but
also to give the guard at the door of the bath etc. I am telling him that I want
to smoke a normal cigarette and a cigar this time. When he go to find the
cigarettes I am trying to get rid of his little sister. But being quicker than
me she is running to the buildings including the bath. She is wearing a cloth
like middle age princesses. She is entering the building and opening a door to
the left which is to a church and people are praying in. She tells to her
parents that she touched a boy, so she have to wash her hands, she is going to
go to the baths with me and closing the door. Before I can say anything, she
entering to a bath from a door to the right of the corridor. While I am holding
the water pipe in the sink, an old, beautiful lady is helping her to wash her
hands. All I can do is to look around and think that this is not the hot baths (hamam)
I will meet with my young sweetheart. I must be somewhere else.
Flood and explosion
8.45
I
have to hide from some people. I am staying in the lower floor a
house to the
right of a slope. There is an explosion at the electricity at a parallel street.
I am at the outside. Everywhere is flooding. Every kind of thing is floating on
the surface and in the water. I am diving into the water several times to save
people or things. This explosion has a relation with a singer who is in love
with a woman. Suddenly I am remembering the fire a night before in a movie
saloon and getting lucid. I am deciding that it is not suitable to or time that
the electric to be delivered by polls over the land, but it should be delivered
not only underground but also with nano technology. But I am not sure how I can
use nano technology to deliver electricity. I am turning everything else,
including the things floating on the water to nano technology products.
Olivia
To describe what I saw seems almost impossible,
the image seemed to shift, yet remained the same, that of a field, of green
grass; but covered in snow; a flower; seen close up; yet from such distance. A
path untrodden, where somebody - a woman, a man - had passed, in the shade
of trees, by an old, weathered, wooden building, silvery with age.
With me I
had Harry, always on my right, and between us we caused the image to shift,
expand or contract, as we tried to define what we perceived, each of our input
changed the image, and enhanced the understanding. We sought to define a point,
a point suspended, yet a point poised, always just beyond where most people
would look, yet always at the centre.
The
thought, the search, originated in the dream of somebody, a woman. We sought to
understand something that others had overlooked, to understand a thought before
its time - before its time, yet already overlooked.
Harry's energy seemed clear, pure, shining,
shining in a way that mercury would, if in the colour gold, and illuminated from
within. Forever changing, yet steadily, calmly the same. As I drifted up towards
waking awareness I sense another presence, or perhaps, the trail, the faint
scent of somebody who had passed before - Kotaro.
I have tried to capture the dream, trusting as
much in the language that defines it as in the memory of the dream itself. So
intangible, yet so compelling. Funnily enough I had not quite taken in the
mandala theme for the DaFuMu, and only when I looked at the dream more than 12
hours after I had recorded it, did I realize that the dream itself seems like a
mandala, embracing or containing apparent paradox.
Jean
In
order to give you the context in which my DaFuMu dream is written, I need to
give you a little background.
One piece of this is that I journal every day. And in my journal, I allow
myself to write from the perspective of my Self...that is, the part of myself
that is connected with the larger picture. I don't know if anyone would
call this Channeling. We have had the discussion before here. But I
do know that it represents a larger perspective than my day-to-day self does,
and often has insights for me.
The second piece of this is that last year, starting in March (on the
anniversary of the U.S. invasion of Iraq), I began dreaming about the upcoming
IASD conference in Copenhagen. In this series of dreams, I was in the
kitchen at the conference, cooking food for all of the people who'd be coming.
Always in these dreams was the little girl from my first DaFuMu dream about
Iraq, in which the little girl came running toward me with her arms
outstretched.
Apparently these dreams I had were loud enough for a couple of other people,
Jody and Rita, to catch me dreaming them (in *their* dreams) and tell me I
needed to go out and sit down in the sun.
So here's what my Self said this morning, after my DaFuMu dream last night:
"For the past two days you have been miserable with the discovery that your
left arm, like your right, is now succumbing to this dreadful rash. It
hurts. Not only do you seem not to be able to rid yourself of it, but it
grows worse. You feel embarrassed that you, the great healer, cannot seem
to gain control of your own body.
"And that is, for you, a great pain--a great ego pain. And you do not
want to go there.
"All right. Now, let's take a look at last night's dream. Last
night was the DaFuMu dreaming for World Peace. The Peace Bridge has
instigated a monthly DaFuMu for world peace. And possibly even more
importantly, Valley has suggested that the group create a living mandala at the
Berkeley conference. If there is money available for Valley to travel to
Berkeley during the IASD conference, the Peace Bridge and the world at large
will benefit. What is happening at this conference is a co-mingling of the
energy of the Peace Bridge with the energy of IASD. Even though many
members of IASD are not members of the Peace Bridge, the very existence of this
group gives them hope, and gives more people the courage to attempt to be brave
and to fly.
"It is not an accident that your brief dream of Valley last night showed
her laboring in the same kitchen where you worked last summer before the
Copenhagen conference. This kitchen is your representatin of the work you
do on the Peace Bridge. There are multitudes to be fed--not only those who
are currently suffering from thoughtless violence, but the minds and hearts of
those who might stop the violence."
The dream itself was (through repeated wakenings) me watching Valley work to
feed a room full of homeless people, saying to myself once when I woke up,
"That's a lot of people to feed."
Whatever else may be true about all this, it looks like I've found some help in
the kitchen :))
Love to all, and DaFuMu!
Jean
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Mandala Images
....And
if you ask me about any symbols for a mandala, mines in my dreams should be the
colors of bright pink, crimson red, yellow, green and softness, opposites of
everything. - Ilkin
Mandala
images by Ralf
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