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Hololanguages: pandreaming fluency
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Just a reminder that I use the term K1 to refer to the earth-dream masterpiece whose signature quality is the persistence of the kinesthetic (K). Other dreams have their own (photonic) physics, but tend to be less persistent in the K. (With drugs or meditative mindbending, we can short-circuit this sturdy & faithful K, but then we are playing a different game.)
Also recall that ‘oneiro’ is the Greek for 'dream.' Instead of hieroglyphs, the Egyptian pictograph writing, oneiroglyphs are the holo-words or holo-structures through which we move in all the dreams including our home-dream, Earth.
Grok is the Martian word for drink-in understanding (from Stranger in a <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Strange Land.) Funes is a word I derived from a Borges character. Funes is the Borges character who remembers everything in a blakean heart-exploding honor of universe-in-a-grain-of-sand detail. The key image is that Funes cannot understand not only how any 'dogs' can be lumped together, but even more, how dog, Swen, asleep in the idle sun-blasted afternoon street at 2:13 pm can be considered the same dog as that dog at 2:14 pm. We smear and lump and clump stuff to a dimmed degree of dullness that we surely live in the back broomcloset of Plato's cave, unalert and unillumined. Anyhow, I add funes to grok as a more whole and paganly holy embrace of perception.
All dreams or states of experiencing or oneiroglyphs are hololanguages through which we grok and funes — or else dully drift like flotsam. The hololanguage presses past you like a full-body braille – you can learn to read this hololanguage with a little deft attention. Synchronicity (striking apparent coincidence) is a sign that you are beginning to learn to read holo. (Of course metaphysically it is all synchronous if you could but translate, but that intimate chronos is a deitific level of cosmipoesy.)
Once you have the first key which is simply beginning to remember as constantly as possible that you are immersed in a hololanguage, you can begin the deciphering and translation. The intimacy of all the dreams becomes astonishing (astonish = strike with thunder) when you increasingly realize that you are within the meaning. that extra radiance you inhabit when you are inspired or in the zone or delighted can be the floor state, the steady state – heck with peak experiences, have a peak life.
The first trick is to grok that you are walking through stonehenges of runes or speaking stones. Except that it is all speaking itself to you and with you. Not just the big splashy stuff, but the little intimate dramas too — washing the dishes, the dirty socks. I often talk about the multiverse or multi-verse or many-poem place. You are in the poem. It is this holographikness or immersion that is tricky at first. We are used to reading or viewing (like a movie) things on a page or a screen or a stage and we are observers. In hololanguage we are in the poem the play the living book.
As an aside this hololanguage is why the Celts are baffled by the idea of a sacred book on pages as ‘the [putative] word of God.’ The Celts are in the sacred books of pandreams and find all this huffing and puffing about inked books a tad thin gruel when the holobooks are a banquet.
I get violently vexed when people prattle on about ‘Heaven.’ Triple Piffle. Earth is a masterpiece of reality engineering so breathtaking that one must explode with fascination and adoration if you’re paying any attention at all. This is not to say that I don’t think that the OtherLand experiences are also stunning & compelling and that we ought to be alive all the time as vividly as we can – cavorting and somersaulting of attitude. Oh frabjous joy.
My cause celebre is to goad and cajole us to integrate Lucid Waking with Lucid Dreaming so we get global, then stellar. The modes I find myself in are inhabitant, tourist, scout, explorer, ambassador. Deftly intent curiosity serves you well in every dream.
First, please extirpate (uproot) Freud whom I unpleasantly refer to as Siggie Fraud. I can’t think of anything he has to say about our less-dense experiences that isn’t sad and warped — or too damned serious. Look for yourself and be amazed.
There is a word I coined for cheerfulness called hasyasattva or silliness warrior: increase the gladness of all sentient beings by as many very tiny kangaroos as can waltz on the head of a pin; pogblog coined this hasyasattva word because the notion of ‘decreasing suffering’ breaks the hypnotic-suggestion rule of putting the ‘command’ in a positive cast. “Don’t fall off the ladder!” is an embedded command to fall off the ladder: In order to comprehend the statement you have to imagine falling off the ladder. “Hang on to the ladder” is the better form of the statement. So kind bodhisattva folks wandering the Earth talking earnestly about 'decreasing suffering’ are causing all of us to gloomily, if unconsciously, contemplate suffering, oh woe is we. On the other hand, if you talk about ‘increasing gladness’ — in order to understand the statement you have to imagine some facet of gladness, a step on the somersaulting path.
If you hasyasattva all your dreams, you’ll have gadzooking amounts of fun.
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Note to Person asking if you could enter other people’s dreams.
Stay humble for as long as possible, perhaps.
(Humble in the literal sense from humus, earth, stay on the ground.)
The key is to get in the habit of logging your dreams & dream snippets — so you begin to get a feel for the astonishing range of volcanic creativity (tho not burning hot usually, still vermillion & luminous) available in dreams. It'll knock your socks off, rip your ears off, and leave you breathless. That's the place to start & once you have your lava-sea legs, then think about other stuff would be my suggestion.
All muses (dream & poetry & music etc etc appreciate apprenticeship & honoring of oaths. If you prove faithful to the logging game, your dream muse will begin to trust you & the fruits of that are grailish indeed.)
Anyone from our culture is ipso facto in night-dream kindergarten re integration with day consciousness. I may be in first grade by now. (Not in OtherLand itself where one might shine, but in the translation & fluency of hololanguages on the cosminet.)
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