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Dream Reading, Faith, and Racist Past

Dream number 689.  

So I had one of those soothsaying dreams last night.  It began on a street corner with a bunch of people I somehow knew, crossing a busy street.  One of the guys was standing in the turn lane just before the median.  Another guy had made it halfway and was safely in the median waiting for the light to change.  I was waiting to cross at the beginning.  Seeing the guy in the turn lane I yelled to him that he needed to go to the median or come back to the beginning with me to be safe from cars.  He came back and joined me at the beginning to wait for the light.  He was a black man.  I remembering thinking he should have gone to the median instead of coming back to me, but at least he was safe for now. 

The light changed and as soon as we crossed the street, we entered a bridge.  Yes, the familiar bridge of my dreams.  It’s a high bridge, sometimes swaying, sometime still, sometimes open, sometimes encapsulated, but always modern.  The bridge crossing is always a fun beginning too; excitement and joy for the journey ahead, which never last long.  I walk with confidence at the start, but then look down at the water below and feel woozy at the distance if I should fall, and when I look ahead, scared of the long stretch of bridge I know is ahead. 

There have been dreams where there is a draw bridge in the middle of the crossing and it opens before me and pauses my journey.  Not this time, nope, I was already at the end of the bridge where I could see a damp landing a few steps below.  I immediately take it leaving the others behind.  Yes, impulsive me as usual.  There is a group of young people waiting on an elevator, guys in their twenties wearing leather jackets and flip flop footings.  While waiting for the elevator I look out a window and see this is the last section of the bridge and it leads to a brick building that reminds me of those ugly government buildings built in the 20’s by Hitler and Mussolini.  I’m puzzled, but nonetheless, excited.  I push the elevator button, but nothing happens. 

     “We’ve been waiting a long time,” one of the youngsters says — I now realize that youngster was me.   

I run back up the steps to the bridge where I left the others.  They’ve moved on.  I run back down the steps to the elevator platform.  Still no elevator, I push the button and hear a mechanical sound which tells me that the elevator has arrived, but the door won’t open.  Elevator doors never open in my dreams. I try to force it, but it only opens enough to show me a glimpse of the light inside, and then snaps back.  The others are laughing. 

     “We’ve tried it a dozen times,” my younger self says, “it won’t open.” 

 I look out the window and see the others I left behind are at the end of the bridge.  There is a father will his child in the lead and he’s at the very edge, however, the bridge is not compete.  Or is it? I follow the projected path of the bridge and realize it will touch the shore if there are more people at the end.  I run back up the steps and find a passageway that leads to other parts of the bridge.  The first passageway goes backwards, the second passageway is where I came from.  I’m loss in a dream again, as in life.  I’m about to give up, accept things as they are.  So what, I’ll go back to the beginning and start over.  Only, there is no starting over at this point.  And with this thought another passageway magically opens, it is a handicap ramp.  I approach it and see a narrow path along its side that I must turn sideways to maneuver down, and so I begin my decent to the others at the end to help lower the bridge, but wait!  As in all my dreams there is a break in the bridge, only at this time it is the final section. I’m so close to the end this time.  I’ve never been closer. but then,   NO, no, please god no…

The dream is over. 

End of dream 689. 

In analyzing this dream as I do all my dreams, I consulted my Cloud Nine dictionary written by Sandra A. Thomson.  I began my analyzes with the main street where we were all trying to cross.  Obviously, this is the beginning of my life, my youth. The characters waiting to cross the street I now realize are the different faces I had to wear in dealing with the adults around me at the time.  I was born in 1959 and so became of age the 60’s during turbulent times.  We lived in Detroit during what they then called the riots, but we now all know was just another step in the long struggle for equality and justice in America.  We lived in a white neighborhood on the East Side of the city.  The first black family had just moved in and I was the friends with Charlie, the kid my age.  Charlie was funny, easy going, and very giving.  The world around Charlie and me was crazy,  but we just ignored it and played GI Joe and Hot Wheels like boys will.  One day playing on the steps of my porch my grandfather came out and saw Charley and me and started calling him “boy.”  Charlie and I were both embarrassed.  I crumbled inside because I knew it hurt Charley.  My grandparents were racist as were most white parents at that time.  It was the first time I felt racism.

Another time, Charley and I were play-wrestling in an open field.  We were imitating our favorite wrestlers, he was Bobo Brazil and I was Lord Athol Layton.  I was about to deliver my sleeper hold when I felt a foot on my back.  It was a black teenager who saw us ‘fighting’ and ran to help Charley.  He kicked me twice before Charley could tell him we were friends playing.  The teenager looked at me like my grandfather had looked at Charley.  He said something like ‘fucking white boy’ and walked away.  Charley and I decided to play a different game.  A few weeks later the city violence was really bad and we could see smoke in the sky from the burning buildings.  The National Guard parked jeeps around the neighborhood with armed soldiers.  We could only play together until 6pm because of the curfew.  That was my intro to life, and my dream hesitation in crossing the street at the beginning of my life.  But with the help of others, such as the black man who came back to help me cross the street in my dream,  I got on the bridge of life and began my journey.

Consulting my dream dictionary, a “bridge…can unite the past with the present.”  And I’m certain that is a big part of Dream 689, but the greater part of the dream may be my ‘crossing’ of the bridge itself.  Thomson says in her book: “In many myths, crossing a bridge represents the passage from life to death and into whatever is your conception of life beyond.  This, or other crossings, would be a typical kind of dream for someone who is terminally ill or close to death.”  

Ouch, reading that interpretation is scary, and to be honest I wanted to avoid it.  But avoiding dreams only creates nightmares and so I must visit it.  As many of you know I’m still recovering from having a cancerous part of my lung removed last month.  So, I’m definitely closer to the ‘beyond’ than I am to the ‘beginning.’  As I have documented in previous post, my Buddhist faith has bought me some time in life, I don’t know how much, but I do know I plan on spending this added time in my faith.  Therefore I must now tell you that I am a follower of Nichiren Buddhism in which we chant Nam Myho Renge Kyo for truth and happiness.  I joined the Soka Gakkai two years ago and from the first time I chanted Nam Myoho Renge Kyo the right side of my chest hurt.  I thought it was from never have held my hands together in chanting before and that in time it would go away with conditioning.  It never did go away and so I went to the doctor and they found a spot on my lung.  It was an early enough detection that they removed the cancerous part of my lung and so I am now a cancer survivor thanks to my chanting.  I truly believe this.  Since having the cancerous part of my lung removed my chest doesn’t hurt when I chant.  And so I am the first one of my family in a long line of lung cancer deaths to have been given more time to live.  My family karma of dying young from lung cancer has changed and I’ve been given more time to spread the news that chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo works.  Try it if you don’t believe me.  Just put your hands together and find a spot on the wall to focus on and chant Nam Myoho Renge Kyo three times.  The result will be enlightenment and happiness.   That’s where it begins, and for more info go to the Soka Gakkai International – USA website and find a group close to you, and soon you’ll experience the happiness I have, and maybe interpreting a dream of your own. 

Finally, back to my dream, I see now that when the elevator door does opens…. 

Star Gazer or… PEEPING TOM!

My iPhone App

Last night I woke up and felt a planet calling me.  The last time this happened it was Venus, and so I pulled out my favorite iPhone app, “SkyView,” and looked out my bedroom window to identify the planet.  

It was Jupiter.  

So this morning I googled “Jupiter” and found the following good news:

Jupiter will represent development, good luck, security, prosperity, plenty, higher learning, idealism, knowledge, giving, dominance, integrity, and equilibrium….

Right on! all the things I’ve been chanting for!  

Now here’s where my innocent gaze up at the stars became a thing which at worse can be likened to a scene out of a bad 70’s sitcom, or at best, the Twilight episode “The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street.”  

You see: I sleep nude.  And so I was standing nude while looking outside my bedroom window up at Jupiter with my glowing iPhone; that’s right: bare-assed naked, and I didn’t notice that the neighbor across the street was looking right at me from his car.  Yes, he saw me standing naked in my window looking up at his apartment with my glowing camera phone most certainly thinking I was peeping at his apartment window where his wife was most likely still sleeping.  

“Yikes,” I jumped back, closed the curtain, and made the situation worse I’m certain.  

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 

The Planet Outside My Window

What I Saw Looking at my Phone App.

And finally, what my neighbor saw looking at me:

Okay, maybe more like this:

~~ Dr TV Boogie

The foursome I never had: a dream interpretation.

 Howdy everyone, sorry I haven’t posted in lately, but I’ve been working on a dream video that I’ll post soon.  I really am getting this dream stuff down, finally, after 60 years of dreams that I’ve had which would happen years later.  You see, I come from a long-line of backwoods midwifes, animal doctors, and fortune tellers.  Yep, good old-fashion American Hillbilly Gypsies — yes, it is a thing (thang for my Texas readers).  What pleases me most is that I still have many premonition dreams which mean I still have years left on this earth, unless that is, the dreams are for my next life… be still my Buddhist heart.  Nonetheless, last night’s dream was a weird one: a guy I worked with on a few films until I found out  he was a White Supremacist and so stopped working with him, was in last night’s dream.  It took place at work where we were having a foursome with another man and a woman I loved.  The other man was a mystery.  That’s right, that faceless person in dreams.  

The White Supremacist guy was doing it to my woman while I was kissing her.  Yes, I was getting off but hated myself while doing so.  The other guy was standing in a corner.  I heard someone coming and so ran and left the others behind.  The person who came was the HR leader.  That’s right, the nemesis of my work life: the Human Resources person who was very cheerful even when telling you to hit the road, “You’re fired!”  “Oh, and please leave me a good review on the company Webpage.” 

Yes, the dream got weird and so I tried to run away from it.  I went to another office where the White Supremacist guy was in a meeting with other business people and he joyfully winked at me.  I ran to another office where I found a desk to hide under.  Yep, a safe place that I try to find in all my dreams.  

Okay, the analysis.  The “safe place” is from my early childhood when my Step Father beat my mother while I hid in the closet with my best friend the Hoover vacuum cleaner — which looked like R2B2 in the Star Wars movies.   The weird sex stuff is just because I haven’t had any since the Republican Party was still respectable and not the party of dissenting Neo Nazis on steroids — pow, right between the eyes, someone had to say it.  And finally, the faceless man… well… me.  Yes, the faceless person in dreams is always that part of us we don’t want to own up to.  In my case, that deviant self that is hidden which might share in a perverted sexual thing with three guys and his girlfriend, but fortunately never have because I escape the act before it happened.  

 My childhood safe place was in the closet with the family Hoover. 

Okay, so that’s today’s dream interpretation.  

If you want me to analysis your dream, please respond.  The first one is free. 

~~ Dr TV Boogie, Dream Analysis. 

444 Message From My Angel, yeah!

My year of discontentment is over!  I have my Covid shot 1 of 2,  work is picking up, and I’m cancer free!  This has to be the reason I keep seeing the numbers 444.  It first happened after I had the spot of cancer removed from my right lung, I woke up one night, looked at the clock and it read 4:44 exactly. 

It happens.  

But then it happened again at the exact time the next night: the clock read 4:44 when I woke from sleep.  

Ok, that’s two. 

And yes, a third day I woke up from a nap in the middle of the afternoon and looked at the iPhone clock and it read:

 So after seeing the number three times I knew it was more than coinkydink, and so began my research of 444 by googling 444:

According to it is a sign from my guardian angel saying “You’re not alone…Departed Ones Are Sending a Message…You Are On The Path to Spiritual Awakening.”

Wow, I had chanted before I started seeing the 4’s for my deceased mother to send me a message.  I have a picture of her on my Buddhist altar and looked at it and said, “If you can, give me a sign, I’m tired of wondering.” 

And so the 4’s stared appearing.  More importantly, I hadn’t heard from my Guardian Angel since I had a car accident in my 20’s and she grabbed me from behind and whispered in my right ear “It’s Going To Be Okay.” My 1963 Volkswagen Beetle had been demolished and I woke up outside it with a group of people standing over me.  Somehow I had been lifted up by my angels arms and placed outside the car.  That was 40 years ago.  

So for those of you who don’t believe in Angels, or worse, think they are things from a Christian God only, you’re wrong.  We all have a guardian spirit who comes to us in need, if we open to it through prayer no matter what definition we give it. 

~~ Eso Terry

My Favorite Spring Celebration and Easter Hymm Celebrating My Savior Donald Trump.

On Easter Sunday, a bunny will deliver chocolate eggs to many households across the world.  Have you ever wondered how this seemingly bizarre tradition came to be?  Well, it turns out Easter actually began as a pagan festival celebrating spring in the Northern Hemisphere, long before the advent of Christianity.
Since per-historic times, people have celebrated the equinoxes and the solstices as sacred times. The spring equinox is a day where the amount of dark and the amount of daylight is exactly identical, so you can tell that you’re emerging from winter because the daylight and the dark have come back into balance. ” 

Piero della Francesca's Resurrection painting

Following the advent of Christianity, the Easter period became associated with the resurrection of Christ.  In the first couple of centuries after Jesus’s life, feast days in the new Christian church were attached to old pagan festivals. Spring festivals with the theme of new life and relief from the cold of winter became connected explicitly to Jesus having conquered death by being resurrected after the crucifixion.

Easter’s changing date

In 325AD the first major church council, the Council of Nicaea, determined that Easter should fall on the Sunday following the first full moon after the spring equinox.  That is why the date moves and why Easter festivities are often referred to as “moveable feasts.”  There’s a defined period between March 25 and April 25 on which Easter Sunday must fall, and that’s determined by the movement of the planets and the Sun. In most countries in Europe, the name for Easter is derived from the Jewish festival of Passover. So in Greek the feast is called Pascha, in Italian Pasqua, in Danish it is Paaske, and in French it is Paques: however, in English-speaking countries, and in Germany, Easter takes its name from a pagan goddess from Anglo-Saxon England who was described in a book by the eighth-century English monk Bede. Eostre was a goddess of spring or renewal and that’s why her feast is attached to the vernal equinox. In Germany the festival is called Ostern, and the goddess is called Ostara.

Rabbits and eggs as ancient symbols of new life

Many of the pagan customs associated with the celebration of spring eventually became absorbed within Christianity as symbols of the resurrection of Jesus. Eggs, as a symbol of new life, became a common people’s explanation of the resurrection; after the chill of the winter months, nature was coming to life again.

Traditionally decorated Easter eggs

During the Middle Ages, people began decorating eggs and eating them as a treat following mass on Easter Sunday after fasting through Lent. This is actually something that still happens, especially in eastern European countries like Poland.  The custom of decorating hard-boiled eggs or blown eggs is still a very popular folk custom.  Rabbits and hares are also associated with fertility and were symbols linked to the goddess Eostre. The first association of the rabbit with Easter, according to Professor Cusack, was a mention of the “Easter hare” in a book by German professor of medicine Georg Franck von Franckenau published in 1722.  He recalls a folklore that hares would hide the colored eggs that children hunted for, which suggests that as early as the 18th century, decorated eggs were hidden in gardens for egg hunts.

Commercialization, confectionery and greeting cards

Chocolate easter eggs and bunnies wrapped in foil

Commercialization during the 19th century saw rabbits become a popular symbol of Easter with the growth of the greeting card industry. Postage services became affordable and people wanted to keep in touch with people, and so companies like Hallmark became big by launching images of cute little rabbits and Easter eggs on cards.
The first edible Easter bunnies made from sugared pastry were made in Germany in the 19th century. Big confectionery companies, like Cadbury in England, started manufacturing chocolate eggs. Chocolate that used to be something that’s bitter and drunk became something that was sweetened and turned into a confectionery treat by the capitalist looking for a quick buck. Today, chocolate eggs and egg hunts are a popular part of Easter celebrations around the world.

~~ No matter what you’re belief this Easter, enjoy and accept other’s no matter if they believe your myth or not.  It’s the only way were going to achieve the society we all want. 

                                                       ~~Eso Terry

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