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Recieved: 2000/05/23 18:03
Subject: [K-list] More Post It
From: Lynda


On 2000/05/23 18:03, Lynda posted thus to the K-list:

Thank-you for the encouragement Jasper.
This dream just doesn't seem to want to move on yet so I guess I need to be brave enough to share it all. Some of it I can recognise as personal to me but - who knows?
A group are gathered, one of them is me, in a coast guard station. We are waiting to hear if we are needed to put out to sea, a man to my left is on the phone to the rescue operation co-ordination centre.I'm having trouble putting my shoes back on because on the way my feet got wet and my socks keep getting wrinkled up each time I try to do my shoes up. Some one asks me what's wrong and I say 'at the moment I'd give anything for dry socks.' (The socks are black, the shoes are white.)
Then I'm boarding a train to get to the central station and the train is going a strange weaving route and steeply down hill.
The next part of the journey is by car and I turn into the car park and there are queues of people waiting to be shown where to park but my car goes past them, very fast, and speeds along. I panic as I realise the driver's seat is empty- there's no one driving. But the car seems to know where it's going, it's heading over ridiculously bumpy terraine, but it seems OK and I start to relax, eventually coming to a deserted street that no one uses because the state of the road is so bad I suppose. I come to a halt outside an old church and park the car. My vehicle changes into a strange looking 'bike' (sort of like a uni-cycle.) I continue walking to the central train station carrying my 'bike', hoping I'll be able to leave it there.
When I arrive it's a bit like the place I spent the weekend that capapulted me to stange places ( the place was called Orthona) it seeems like people from there are about. They are discussing and are excited about a discovery, written on a piece of paper about what Jesus meant, and I understand something about apparent shifts in the nature of reality, space and time happening in response to need. A man behind me hugs me, every one is very joyous, but as I try to explain my understandings i realise he's not listening to me, he's talking over me and I begin to dislike the hug and he moves to my left and carrys on talking and not listening.
I'm in a room I've been given to stay in, getting reday to go down to dinner. I go into the toilet and I'm sitting there and I notice what looks like a folded up post it to my left and I open it up. I've already told you what was written on it. Then this presence appears which I know is Jesus ( and the first time I encounter him I'm sitting on the toilet??? - I don't know whether to laugh or cry) I remember telling him how much I like the word vaugue and he explains to me (not in words- so I'm struggling with this) that at times of direst need, it was like a 'woman' got in the way for him while he left. But only in respose to enourmous need. He also explained that the piece of paper was meant for another but I happened to turn up.
As I open up the piece of paper it becomes huge. I realise there is a letter on the back, for someone else and i feel very uncomfortable about reading somebody else's mail. It says something about 'the temptations' of marriage in the city(???)and the back turns into a maroon velvet picture over the words. I take it back into my room and I try to fold it up again so I can put it back for whoever it was meant for. I try and try for ages until I realise it is not possible because it has grown too large. I have to give up. I've spent so much time I've probably missed dinner and it's now half past ten.
I look in the bottom of the wardrobe and I can't beleive how many pairs of shoes I've brought with me, thinking for such a short trip, one or at least two would have been enough. It kooks like every pair I've ever owned are there. I try a grey pair but they have heels and look really silly with black socks so I take the socks off, but still they are not comfortable.( I hate heels) I'm sitting there thinking none of them are really suitable for going down stairs in, when I wake up.
If any one can help me understand this lot, I'd be very grateful.
Feeling very uncomfortable,
Lynda

There ae two kinds of truths. There are the superficial truths, the opposite of which are obviously wrong. But there are also the profound truths, whose opposites are equally right.
Neils Bohr.

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