dreamwhispers

I wanted to add another experience that relates to my message of patterns of disease, and the power of diagnosis.

Once upon a time I believed in the power of medicine, and naturally believed in what the doctors said. I went to the hospital for a cough and went out diagnosed with emphysema. Every morning afterwards my lungs burned on fire, and it was getting difficult to breathe. I started to wonder about the patterns of disease and thought, and i reached the transformative realisation that a diagnosis contains a pattern of expected results. I wondered actually if the pattern exists at all without the diagnosis. i focused on my pain and thought of dissipation and moment existing only here and now. the pain lessoned a little then, just as i projected it. I realised that the pain is the essence of my attention, and as i changed my mind of it the pain would change to match. Everyday for about a week i excercised this prjective fusion with my body, lessoning my pain, and i even began moving around the pain. At first i would envision the pain to move a little bit in a said direction, and then i would watch it move. Everytime I commanded the pain it would move. I started to voice my words with it, initiating and developing a commanding awareness. I started even at this point to percieve the pain as a living spirit, and sure enough it fashioned a perceptual awarness to match. Finally i reached the point of accumilative power to transform the symptoms with a simple command. I said to the disease, you are not emphysema, but are more like a muscle cramping. Sure enough it transformed yet again, and became a simple cramping in my lung region, no more pain! Well not burning at least. I ended up walking the cramp all the way into my armpit, where it stayed. I wondered to myself how can emphysema of the lungs be a simple cramping in my armpit!! I have to admit that my faith in traditional medical sciences failed me then, and the power of dreaming, intent, and selective attention (fusion) became much more ... in the spot light. I no longer have emphysema, burning, or even cramping anymore. well... the occasional cramp does resurface, but less and less it does. it has been over a year now since i jave had any burning sensation. the message here is to not listen to diagnosis` from a doctor, especially detrimental ones. it is better to diagnos yourself, there is no such thing as terminal disease. the human body and mind can cure any ailment. and the power of bodily transformation exists, and is within our minds reach.

In dreaming and in waking, i have found hiddem memories expanding beyond this world, to a world my soul travels to, heavenly. the beauty in simply being is expanded, and the joy of lost knowledge comes back and makes one leap for joy. When i find a place like this it makes me joyous of my life and the mystery that is.

Ditto! When ever my assemblage point moves to a new position, or any time there is a change in my experience of reality, or when I recapitulate a forgotten memory, or get back depleted energy it is beautiful for the reasons you say. Discovering a new member of my self is like discovering a long lost family member. The beauty of discovering a new place, plane or reality, when everything seems fresh...I feel more at peace and more rejuvenated when I travel in any form than when I am stagnant. Or to see the same old thing in a new way. How I can see it a little differently or a lot and varying degrees in between.

if it is bad, or negative, i suggest using your dream facility, and arranging a knowledge that is progressive instead. it works.

Yes, yes! The power to transform what bothers us or brings us down is so vitally important. And even if someone hasn't much proficiency in dreaming a shift of perception is something most people can achieve. The beauty of this simple shift of perception is that gradually these little shifts accumulate and we can develop larger shifts.

What of the beauty that has expanded far beyond the horizons of this world. The beauty that is soul deep, extending beyond our temporal memories. In dreaming and in waking, i have found hiddem memories expanding beyond this world, to a world my soul travels to, heavenly. the beauty in simply being is expanded, and the joy of lost knowledge comes back and makes one leap for joy. When i find a place like this it makes me joyous of my life and the mystery that is. There is a place that knows me, and knows all of my travels, hopes dreams and aspirations. here my dreams not only manifest to my intent, but help is there for me, showing me how, and even doing it all for me. i guess the main point in my post is the knowledge tht other plains and worlds exist that we do not remember in this incarnation, yet still awaits us, just beyond this life, and even if sought guides us in and beyond this life.

I have always found sorrow beautiful, and at my best when I view them from outside all the emotions are beautiful for me in their own way.
To combat the darkness that I have at times feared might overwhelm my soul, I have learned to seek out beauty in all that I and others might call ugly. To see an ever shifting and changing sacred magick and beauty in chaos and discord, and find inspiration in randomness.

Like Milarepa who could not get the demons to leave, so he invited them to stay. All is the divine, all is beautiful.