Absence

I will be absent for a while - my internet service has died.

When I can bring it back to life I will continue posting regularly. Sorry about this...

Commenting Policy

Granted, yes, I write this blog. I am an individual, and I am biased by my own desires. However, this absolutely does not give anyone the right to completely disregard netiquette and attack the individual. I'm not selling myself here, I'm not saying, "Hey, Hire Me" or anything of the like. I'm an information hunter-gatherer, and anything that is not strictly adding to the topic of discussion will be deleted without hesitation from this point on. Also, if you do not at least state a screen name in your anonymous postings, your comment will be deleted.

If you would like to speak with me regarding something personal, use mayobrains at gmail dot com to email me. Please note, spammers will be incessantly hunted down.

Question the topic not the writer. You know who you are and you know your actions have been far from mature. Grow up, grow some balls, and be accountable for your actions. Read up on comment etiquette, then we'll talk.

Much Awaited Update

I've been very sick in the last couple of weeks, although I am better now, updates will be slow here for a while. I need to catch up on a few house duties, but as inspiration strikes me I will continue to write.

In the meantime, I'd like to clarify a few things. Firstly, some if not most of the entries here are in prose, and I don't generally link to the related news stories because I feel that you should keep yourself updated enough to already know about these things. Everyone needs to know what's going on in the world right now, because in a very short span of time a very great number of things are going to change in the way we live.

Another item you might have noticed is how outwardly bombastic and generally disgusting some of these entries can be. This is our world today. This is what you are living in - you are living in a world of filth. You need to see it, and you need to understand that there is something you can do about it. Don't go wandering around in your daily routine like the imperialist zombie you've been taught to be - have an active part in your world. Do something to make it better. Question it, seek to find the one correct end-all answer. Empower yourself, because in the near future, your job will be very different. The time is now to find yourself, or find yourself lost in the American meltdown to come.

America will lose this war. Indeed, we already have.

Our nation as we knew it is crumbling from the inside out. CIA leaks, upscale indictments, scandals everywhere you look, lobbyists having all the say over the people - everything is falling to shambles. Riots ensue when Bush goes anywhere for a good reason. I'm not even calling him the President anymore because I feel, as do many others, that he made the ballots lie. This nation has become a dictatorship, the politicians have figured out a way to manipulate the system in such a way that the people who should have control no longer do, and there inlies the problem - we have a system.

Granted, since Somalia took down its government in 1991 it hasn't done much better either, but they will see how to work together soon enough. Venezuela has done quite well for itself, and for those of you who aren't capable of surviving the battle to come, I recommend you move there.

Another item I'd like to bring up - I wish reporters would stop slinging around the word Anarchy. Anarchy is not chaos, it is a large group of people working together for the same cause without a leader. They are each their own leader, bringing up ideas and acting upon them. For a few perfectly stable examples of Anarchy, look at anything Jim Henson produced. I still feel it was particularly misfortunate that he got that headache, but he left enough of a legacy for us to learn from.

Until next time, keep your eyes open, read all you can, and know your world.

We Never Learn

Augustus liked the little boys as much as the next Shogun, yet this wasn't seen as strange. Nudity all over their prominent buildings, heck, they even bathed together. Pornography and homosexuality - how naive of you to think it new.

Yet this is not a problem, the problem lies in 'taboo'. Fuck, shit, damn, you know it's not bad. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Don't say he's a fucking idiot unless you want him to fuck you, idiot. But if you whaked your big toe, go ahead, if it makes you feel any better.

We think it's bad, so we make it bad. We think masturbation a secret, gas un-natural, and sex up the rectum wrong. Tell ya what, 9 out of 10 men and women touch themselves, everyone's gotta fart sometime, and pre-historic men didn't know which hole made the baby - only that the other one is spewing blood.

Yeah it's disgusting, but disgusting isn't wrong. Fried cow's brains, a delicacy on a bun - and perfectly legal. Do you eat it? No? How about olives, spinach, or sauerkraut? Lots of people do, they must be evil.

Censorship feeds criminals, when you hide you beg to be found. If it's all right there in front of you, there's nothing left to find - no harms and no fouls. I'll stand outside naked, I have no qualms with that, I was born this way, after all. I crave sex, it feels good to fart, and if he wants it 'that way' - hey why not? Go look at a National Geographic, see all the perfectly moral societies that let their women just hang right out. We have made a problem out of what comes natural, what was free and real from the moment we came from our mother's cunt.

Absolutely nothing is offensive, you should learn that. When we grow up being taught about breasts and dicks just as easily as that was said, there will be a warmer home beneath those covers. Don't be so fucking insecure. Some men like men, some women like women, some people like anal sex, and some people like sauerkraut.

Deal with it.

Technical Difficulties

I'm quite frankly starting to get very very aggravated at my host. Hopefully by tomorrow all of this will be resolved. Until then, another holiday.

Sorry, but I can't post the images, so there's no point in publishing the post. Plus I hate blogger, it's limited and annoying, and I just want to get away from it as soon as possible.

FYI, when this server is up, I'm going to start offering a "Hands On Activism" award. That's the main reason why I have to wait until the server is up again. Until then...

Server Issues

Due to server issues that should be resolved before the end of the day, I am taking the day off to work on them. Sorry... but think of it this way - tomorrow's entry will only be even better! In the meantime, I have a music rant for you. Enjoy!

The Great Music Hunt

In my seemingly neverending hunts for decent music, I crash landed in shit land. Often times I check out the samples at Download.com 'shitland entrance', then if they're interesting enough, I visit the website 'alternate shitland entrance'. Karn8 is so wrong on so many levels. They do have a bit of symphonic talent, but they repeat just shy of teeth-gratingly terrible, putting them in the "Pop" category. Pop is pretty far 'down there' in my black list of genres, but they managed to keep me interested with their symphonics, photogenics, and ultra Goth facade.

...but that's just where they violated even more of my unspoken music laws.

What about them isn't obviously Goth? They've got the spiritual reference in the band name - incarnate, better still the logo is made in runic, the dark and broody makeup with black clothing and plenty of crosses, they claim to be "Everything That You Despise" - a typical Goth label, and quirky band member names - Bones, Kirst, Mart, Leigh, and oh get this, Kinghorn. The music alone screamed conformism and 'Oh My Goth' suburbia, and a short visit to their site confirmed it.

They are anti-conformism conformists. They have fallen into a label and never bothered to advance it. How can I put this simpler? They're still doing the same thing Goths were doing when it became a 'fashion trend'. The whole reasoning behind anti-conformism is to not conform, nobody does the same thing, and that includes all those who aren't conforming.

Or would that make everyone conforming again?

Oh dear, I've gone cross-eyed.

Isn't there any decent music? I've listened to Black Tape For A Blue Girl, Flesh Eating Foundation, Andriod Lust, Factory of Angst, and many other crappy artists who I just don't feel like hunting down. So far I've found three pretty decent ones, Autumn's Grey Solace, Voltaire, and The Sins of Cain. Granted most are nowhere near as good as Twelve Girls Band, Rasputina, or Enigma in that realm of music, but they're still pretty decent listens.

I'd love to add to my 367 hours of music - if you've got links, I've got some pretty eager ears.

Here are the Mind Fuckers

by 51 Phonehome, all rights reserved



---so here is the secret code to be avoided at all costs during the state of the union address:

Melchizedek butt-fucks Joseph MacArthy who protects ruthless terrorists, he reads Mein Kampf as he spreads AIDS across the entire middle ages with the help of holy Amschel Mayer, the indifferent leader of Union oil, the Morgan Stanley of mass destruction, a friend of the mass media and other kinds of mafias, a warlord like Douglas MacArthur, a modern version of mad Marduk, a magician telling George Marshall about Pearl Harbor and Machiavelli's big weapons of potential wealth, a hardliner like Mr. John McCloy who kissed the asses of the secret assassins of Dallas, a supreme liar like Robert McNamara who pushed political defeat in the endless Asian Mexican wars, a money supply freak who attacked Karl Marx, the rogue and bully who predicted the massacre at My Lai as the burgers were ordered with hormones and this deficeit spending at the local MacDonald's, a gift bought by the mysterious Rothchilds with intense consultations at the United Nations security council, the true mystery school of the majestic-12, so please tell Teihard that I've arrived on the planet, tell Brother Allen, that I'm with him on the planet Mars, that he and I are perfect as we explore these Egyptian pyramids, and discover the holy secrets of the Sphinx paws, there is a confusion that persists like a public straight-jacket, that persistently howls on the road , this billion dollar message delivered by the New York Times, a message of future mischief ehoed by Newsweek that Ronald Reagan was secretly shot by Rockefeller with Alzheimer's bullets, that the budget for the Russian revolution didn't have enough votes in congress, that the Rosicrucians had a fisical crisis that inspired Alfred Rosenberg, who aked for a referendum that allowed Walt Rostow who was a friend of Dean Rusk who was a friend of George Bush to bomb Kosovo in secret defiance of the latest drug treatments inspired by the Trilateralists who sent a puppet like Colin Powell to pressure Iraq to increase any jihad that could be convenient for the persecution of traditional industrial interests, so tell dear Teilhard that I'm on the planet, brave old prophet, tell also Arthur C. Clarke that my shining white cloak will blind you, then rip you to pieces in this political recycling environment found in Vietnam, the Persian Gulf, and Afghanistan, a black magic given with extreme voter legitimacy like the time the Lusitania was sunk with Lucifer cackling for victory on the Somme, then an analysis of Hiroshima that showed this great progress in just thirty years, a celebration by the Jehovahs that said Korea led to the Gulf of Tonkin, so dear Allen I'm with you inside the Federal Reserve, I'm interrogating Alexander Hamilton, the bitch, who claimed he was a Christian, but was actually a closet Jew, a Muslim that got shot in that face with a thunderbolt sent from Shiva's traditional political indifference machine, a Buddhist form of retribution brought to you wrathfully by the god of death Yamantaka, who applauded Barry Goldwater's holy atomic orgasm, Clinton's crusades of the Lincoln bedroom, LBJ's space shuttle, from where I can now see the earth like a jewel, where Nixon and JFK debated the fate of the galaxies, written in psychic ink by Dostoyevsky, as he lamented the energy policy of the Council of Foreign Relations where shares for Auschwitz were traded on the New York Stock Exchange, so Tell Moloch that I am here, that Green Tara is the friend of the holy universe, tell dear old Teilhard that I'm here.

The Faces of Disaster

I cry for you, Rosa, you succeeded and you failed, but not all is on your shoulders. A hero in a heroin society, addicted to the sick sadistic rape of a little Queen,

tell me, do the screams still haunt you, does she smile in your dreams?

Nobody can watch your homecoming win, New Rochelle, sorry, your fans are too violent.

Too many ways The Establishment has failed us, police cannot protect their own, let alone the abused mother butchered and left in a ditch, or a helpless infant, or a family thrown to the bay,

I cry for you society.

In centralized rule all that's important is me, myself, and I, we can never work together, segmenting to smaller of bigger groups, yelling out specialized cause without a follow through,

down to the core,

everyone hates everyone, for one reason or another,

you're black, you're gay, you're stupid, you're smart, you're a woman, you're a man, you're young, you're old, you're Christian, you're Pagan,

your flouridation, your cancer, your Christmas, your laughter,

not in my back yard, I'm just too good for that.

New Stuff in the Works

I've changed my mind on updating both - pretty soon I'm going to set this to redirect to the new site. Probably right around the same time I finish the new design - yeah I decided to bite the bullet and make an entirely new design from scratch. It's a pain in the rear, but it's coming along smoothly so far.

Please leave your comments on the other site from here on out - thanks =)

Children die in such ways

I find that I can't get Jeffrey out of my mind. I can see him at 11- 12 years old jumping in the car, when I'd pick him up at a friends. It's so real...it's almost like you can reach out and touch him. What a world of hell this administration has put us in. One we will live in all the rest of our days...

Everybody dies, he could have gone another way, but he had to leave his parents behind. Voting put to 18 so they could have a say before they died, but we're still trapped and corralled, cordoned off to the private sector, waiting to be picked up by the butcher Uncle Sam. We're not so different in times of difference, we both still put our own heads to the chopping block.

Lost my father much too soon, but not to ideals, he died for his vices, the apple didn't fall far,

as I light another,

you know he went to jail saying things I said before, didn't like the big guy either,

we're all the fruit of our tree, the weak seed of American tree. Pine-ing for that shiny new thing, blind to the bright

to superscede you, a genius at your feet, begging for more than bottom feed from the colorful box,

they want you, mommy, they want you to show them the way to two jobs and poverty, gotta have that prettier sparkley, put it on the credit card and watch the money go before it comes,

hey you know this is stupid, how come you can't just show them how to build,

their mind a precious thing.

The All New Location

Guess what?

The New Location Is Done!

There's still a little tweaking to be done, but that won't take long. Just a couple of days. I'll catch up with all you readers to let you know the new URL, just in case you miss this post =)

To all those who link to me, please change the pointing addy to:

http://www.mayobrains.com

Thanks!

Motives

Have to get ahead of tomorrow, into the future where sane people live, tell them I don't want to go, tell them I'm happy with your

panties in a bunch for a cheerleading whore, Oh governor, you're so 'cool', so cool in the face of disaster, when the planes hit - what were you after?

I'm so tired of this bullshit circus, he did this, she said that, fuck it all for its bucket 'o crap, you know they've got cures for that

trigger happy delusion of grandeur, shit didn't I say I was getting off this train? Jumping right away, escaping to something better, hey you know there's androids out there? They'll babysit your kid and show 'em math, maybe the Jihads on Darwin could use 'em to strap up their stupid

for paradise, oh daddy, tell me how many women I will have again, God save me from your followers, they're a numbskulled bunch, can't see beyond the Great Beyond,

there's a lot more going on In Here, you know thought is possible, angry fucking explodable head sailing jihads,

we can be real people about this and see what's what before exploding another hairy foot to heavan,

Oh it's so beautiful, greener pastures and all, you know it's hard having a reason to live, your God must have oops forgot the suicide thing, somehow Sun Tzu did okay though

might be just cause they plain hate all Black Ships, simple policy - fuck all of you, maybe that's what Bush is goin' after.

Letters from an Alien

Content and art used with explicit permission from the author, 51 Phonehome. No other use or distribution is allowed, excepting a link to this post and where it has already been published. This is the first of many, enjoy!



The Old Mind Fuck

I see humans fucking the planet, preparing for war, these fools fucking their way, on multiple fronts, spraying nerve gas inside the deleted folders of Yahoo customers who couldn't pay the rent on time, smashed and beaten customers heading towards a speedy death on CNN, the arena of the oil kings, fucking butt live on NBC where the lords of military industry pick-up the defecit forecasts left-over by the CEOs of Chase Manhatten bank who tax the nation for the costs of SDI, while Osama bin-Laden waits for his tax-cut of oil and silicon, a savings account of monsterous trillions filling the TV screens with images of hopeless galaxies that poke the gross domestic product with these psychic fingers of infected conspiracies, the mind-fuck that falls off the world trade center, these big breasts dying in the private sector of Oklahoma, the place where Columbine kids go for their appeals, in the federal district court near the pyramids that steam-whistle in the deep mists of North Korea, a power that slinks to Bagdhad quietly in a symbolic gutter, drinking Jack Daniels in Teheran's slums,

a battle in the desert capital of Persepolis where Moloch's mouth dumped a dead body and Ramakrishna breathed solitary fire in Iraq as he danced with Padmasambhava in the dispute of the final phase, on top of the retreating skyscrapers here on the American earth, friends from a past-life in Atlantis forgotten frozen deep in silent ice stones, O Ramakrishna, where is this Vivekenanda, where are those inevitable technologies that will make life on earth a Marxist paradise, tell the state department, before the next alien war, july the fourth, tell friends of Teilhard that I'm on the planet, tell the U.S. troops that nifty quantum vacuums will liberate the planet, tell Iraq it's cheap and clean, tell the white house that zero gravity will soon arrive with its blissful fangs and beady eyes, a public front of giant propulsions, tell Dan Rather that his anthrax breath will cease strip-mining our collective psyche, that the government will stop selling us this shit in cheap wine glasses, that the hungry assholes in Jerusalem will stop their private police force which seeks imaginary enemies under every naked rug, which makes these unnecessary wars and shoots slaves to the moon, to Jupiter where the gladiators swill their vengeful beer in the fog and toke their rural dream weed in the marshes of basra, where Abraham spied for the aliens near horrifying Mount Sinai, tell Teilhard that I'm on the planet with brother Allen who sits in the interrogator's chair refusing to believe this shit, this wicked merger of an artificial unity.

Through Mine Eyes

Such is the focus in life, always someone else and not myself, they play with your head opening the door and putting in their ideas, never to be your own. The individual is lost, ever following that chance for an Angel, the grass so green on the other side, walk the way everyone else has. Why have so many of us if it always comes down to one Bush who pulls the trigger? I didn't ask for this, the blood of many splayed across derelict clay of off-home abodes, monuments torn to shatters from Christmas to the politically correct. Diversity has taught us a cruel lesson of bloodied tolerance, but it always ends up caught in one word, one person. Whatever happened to each his own, replaced by questioned torture and shoddy filmography, innocents bound and missing.

Hey but I've come to save you of your heathenous ways, to show you the glory of strapping on a bomb to show the world the size of the heart.

I have spent your free thought, tacked it up to a cross and left it to die.

So caught up in taxing the poor and leaving the rich to donate the rest to my cause, my purpose, my SUVs and my gunning lobbies. I'll be better, the lesser of two evils, the voice of the people lining my purse. No less a representation of America as it is Americans. I'll say it if you pay me, I'll flip burgers and clean toilets until I get tired of the money, maybe then I'll carry dishes for tips or run for President.

Nation of the free to be in poverty, sans morality and family, can do whatever is possible, so long as you've got background palpables. Nation run on paper to ignore the pauper, without property you have no voice, without a lobby full of people you're a pin drop in a Hey stack.

Go ahead and eat it, indulge in your fat reflection that everyone but you sees, taking up two parking spots reserved to those through which the biggest asses can speak, by these people, for these people. Yes, you are the great capitalist nation, talking your big words for the little people full on nothing but hot air and promise, giving the solution but never to the problem.

And then the nation stops in awe to watch the fattest of them all get fatter with pregnancy, marry, divorce, and loose the weight in the fab new diet created during 30-hour marriage. From silver screen and silver spoon they can't see the lessons they teach, hypnotizing humanity in miscreant lies of beautiful filth. Such is the nourishing food for society, media made nannies to a bottle fed hypocrisy, wiping our ass so we don't see our shit.

Urban(ned) Mindscape

What is it with men and bags? How fair is that question, when I perhaps have six myself, worse still they progress from 'small sack' to conceable in my hand...

and 9 pairs of black high heel boots...

perhaps man can be left to their one accessory, even if for some it's a tail between their legs. Now why am I being so mean to men today? Is it perhaps because men design our lingerie both to ass-rape us from afar and put bare breasts in mag ads?

...thought on what has made a woman beautiful through time, and how that bit has changed to sexy, sumptuous, polite tiny bites and eloquant po(i)se, eating a sausage in a low collar'd shirt, everything is beautiful that a woman does, should man ever .com to see them. Madonna's got disco and, surprise, a hot new single just like all the rest.

...I'm hung up on you...

...I'm hung up on you...

...I'm hung up on you...

...Something's coming over, mmmmm...

...Something's coming over, mmmmm...

...Something's coming over, mmmmm...

So annoying I've hung up on you and coming over with something. Someone invented pop and the albinos were suddenly colorful, quicker than a ray of light.

Naturally Supernatural

If our eyes, ears, noses, tongues, and fingers already miss certain things that we know about, then it would be perfectly logical that our senses miss things we don't know about - or at least, question the existance of.

I've stated once before that I'm not a Christian, so keep this in mind.

What if we just can't see Spirits?

...or vampires?

...or demons?

...or angels?

...or pegasi?

What if we can't see God?

What if they all live among us, and not in some distant mental plane, but right here. Right in front of you - sitting betwixt the screen and your eyes.

How's that for coffee?

Better still - what if we've simply forgotten how to see them? This would explain a LOT of myth, and in a way, lends to evolution. We simply evolved out of seeing these things - much like a kid grows out of telling silly stories about monsters in their closet. We have gradually closed our minds. Over time, humans have come to use less and less of their brains. The debate remains as to whether this is due to less brain use or brain growth, but what if we have so many more senses then what we use?

What if we have a radio in our head, that can talk to anybody anywhere - Earth and beyond?

What if, on this radio, we're sending out waves of energy insulting these other beings?

A bit far fetched? Maybe not.

Can YOU explain crop circles?

The Fear Plague

If I asked you to put your arm into a shark's mouth, would you do it?

What if I told you this shark had already eaten a very hearty meal, and his mouth was opened by someone else - would you do it then?

Those who understand sharks would immediately say yes, without hesitation.

But what about the rest of us? Most cringe at the sight or thought of sharks, wish their demise, some even go so far as to torture, poke, and berate a shark when they encounter one. Without an understanding of specifically what causes a shark to attack, which species are more prone, and how to effectively defend oneself, the general public is left with only crippleing fear. Since the movie Jaws and its surrounding publicity, a larger majority have at least qualmed some of their fears, but there remains a surprising percentage of completely uneducated people.

Same can be said for every cause of fear known to man. Fire, death, heights, bugs, crowds, AIDS, guns, homosexuality, ridicule, other races, witches, and spirits all number amongst the thousands of fears that have gone through the test of time and been conquered, in at least some form, by more than just a few. Every day more people are being educated on these subjects and being released of their misgivings, but in most cases the fear is so deepset that it takes a very long time for the entire society to adapt. Worse yet, some people even fear change.

Eventually every fear is relinquished, but not without a period of extreme hate. Witches have been burned, former slaves were Seperate but Equal, Jews were killed in droves, homosexuals battle to marry or join the military or gender-specific groups, AIDS made facemasks a fashion, and we have made ourselves hypocrits over the Third Amendment. We scorn our criminals and free-thinkers alike, torturing, poking, and berating without any form of second thought.

What is not understood is feared.

Natural human response is to fight, or take flight.

Recently I have encountered a few with extreme misgivings, causing a bit of a squabble in my comments. Merely more evidence of the fear plague. It has come into question why I haven't blocked them from slandering me. They are simply responding to their human nature and fighting - I do not fear that. What's more, they are openly displaying their ignorance. This is actually a good thing. When a customer complains it means you have a chance to fix it. Only the truly ignorant would 'change the channel' and go somewhere else.

...or should that perhaps be the other way around?

Thought is Pointless

In the comments to Reality is not Real, Psuedolus gave the notion that thought is pointless. No, that's too strong. Specifically, just so that I don't take this 'out' of context, he stated:

And before you go off on my not understanding your subjects, I have immersed myself in all manner of occult topics for many decades and decided that such loose thinking was not productive nor any true reflection of reality.

Let us analyze some history, hmm?

Plato started the debate on Nature vs. Nurture. In much later years, this prompted scientists to question it deeper. In 1995, the Human Genome Project was completed. Since then, we've made miraculous leaps and bounds in medicine. Granted, most of these leaps aren't particularly astounding, leaving our abilities to simply holding a person on a long torturous teather. However, a large majority of patients are benifiting from another treatment, also very tightly based on 'loose' thinking.

In fact, the very same loose thinking I'm speaking of in this blog.

The power of the mind, and our power to trick it.

Laughter is still the most powerful cure known to medicine. Some patients even react positively to placebo.

Loose thinking has proven itself many times to not only be fruitful, but also a large trend in a society's way of life outside of the esoteric, such as Benjamin Franklin's lightning experiment, and Plato's republic government concept. Astrology, airplanes, Dynasties, the Pope, the Tarot, and recorded history would not exist. Why record history if there's nothing we can learn from it? Many societies have found no reason to document their daily lives, or even write at all.

Apparently, I should stop right there as writing is pointless.

The Heavans and Our Dreams

Wednesday night I had a particularly strange dream, as noted in my personal journal, and I would like to go back to this. Please read it, I'll reference it throughout this entry.

Perhaps the most important part is the weather. Summer is the time of warmth, and relates to the sun. Let's look at a few ancient symbolic depictions of the sun, from Giordano Bruno, De Imaginum Compositione and Ars Memoriae, respectively, via Esoteric Archives.



Note the common use of the Lion, representative of the zodiac sign Leo, and the head within the rays of the sun, representative of the ego. The ego part is most important, but there is a common link within the dream for Lions. The Amazons resided in African jungles - and but who is the king of the jungle? The lion.

Basically, this leads me to believe that when it is not raining, the events most closely relate to what I am doing now, my current mental state, my ego. So, I'm running a rat race with everyone else. I am simply following. Also, with relations to the Amazons, I am headed towards my kingdom of sorts - my realm, what I am supposed to be doing, and how I will break free of this rat race.

Most everything else within the dream are representative of what is important to me and relevant to the solution - my family, philosophers, Chakras, technology, and relaxation. There is a prophetic element in the virtual reality battle, warning of difficulty in the technology arena, and of mockery. Another prophetic symbol is the glass dome over the medieval dining hall - kind of a blanketing of future over the past. The fact of it made of glass represents that one must be careful in building this future.

Finally we reach the most perplexing element of the dream - the magical metal-feather shoulder plates. Feathers relate to birds and flight, metal being stregnth, but the fact of them being shoulder plates is perhaps the most important. I am a Gemini, an air symbol, and my ruling planet is Mercury. Once again we look at Ars Memoriae except this time at the planet Mercury. Note in particular the use of wings, mainly due to ancient myth and Hermes, the messenger god. Do I have a message on my shoulders? There's a Yiddish proverb, "God gave burdens, also shoulders." The 'message' was in pieces, and I am to put it together before it can be placed on my shoulders and hold its magical properties. The peices fit together much like a puzzle. It is a strong message (metal) that will help me do battle (invincibility). Also think on the way it was presented to me - by two Amazons - Twins, another symbol of Mercury and Gemini.

That was rather fun =) If you're stuck on interpreting one of your dreams, I'm willing to help. Simply post a comment and I'll cover the symbolism in the next post. Not sure what I'll write about tomorrow, but I'll certainly see you then!