Sunday, 5 November 2017

After stone circle ritual before birth




There's a cliff face at the bottom of a long slope. There's a path that runs right along this cliff face and a path down to this path. People cycle along this path. It's dangerous. There's nothing to stop going over the edge.

One business investor has made a new initiative. Over the edge of the cliff is a huge net. It gives people the opportunity to throw themselves off the cliff, fall for a little while, and then get caught by the net.

My friend James tries it out. It's possible that one could jump too far, or not far enough, and miss the net, though that's not happened yet. He lands in the net. He loves it.

Now the cliff has become a flying plane-boat along the edge of the sea, and the net lies too the right hand side of the plane. People jump off the plane-boat into the net. It's even more dangerous because of the movement.

A number of other friends are discussing weather they want to jump off. I'm considering it.

"Is it worth it?" They ask one another.

The risks seem too high.

We see one person who misses the net and has to dive into the sea, and then get picked up by a rescue boat.

Most of us decide against it.

Now I'm with Joe and Jessy. We are exploring the coast line. Joe says we should only find new rock formations.
We find many. We come into a place which is like an old temple, big carved stones placed into an Aztec pattern, with high walks on both sides, big steps, entrance ways and court yards.

Jessy is following us. He has both male and female organs.

We take him to see the grandparents. Everytime I see him he has grown bigger.


I dream that time at buck and we would she was singing a song to me and it was very funny and it was a pot of the things to get the authorities to allow her to do something and

Bjork, singing, the babbling Brook song.

Dream within dream the Holly tree, intuitive, I sense a female spirit to it, but when I get to the tree it's a male spirit, remember it's both. The Holly man, and the female protective spirit, working with next course.

Mama, sings song, makes her cry.

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