After “cleaning house”, I have enough energy to finish the last few Alien Intercession logs I wanted to publish here. Promised to publish it in an earlier post:
2nd Alien Dream
I’m supposed to bring food to regular cruise ships. Manage a long line of shopping carts and am waiting in front of a crossroad for the lights to turn green. My carts stand in the middle lane. Lanes right and left are also filled with a line of shopping carts. Suddenly sth. Hits me from behind and I fall.
Cut
Humanity has been split up onto two different space ships. One looks like a giant grey brick and every inch of it’s surface is filled with cannons or radar stations.
I’m on the second ship, which kinda resembles a sci-fi sailing ship with an orange-yellow colour scheem. ( colour of Sacral + Solar Plexus Chakra = Desire + Willpower ?)
There is a food shortage on the ship. I want to help and deceide to sign up for low-level voluntary work. But the three leaders of this ship have different plans. They chose me to be the first human, that is allowed to leave the ship and come in contact with aliens. The ship needs an update for their weapon systems.
Fail three times, until I learn, that I have to be respectful when I enter the shop and show an cosmic ID, that also is used as a credit card. The money is provided by our cosmic friedns.
Cut
This is the Endgame?
I’m on the other ship, that looks like a grey brick.
I’m at a stand off with a mechanically engineered human aka cyborg from the Deus Ex video game.
Cut
Epilogue:
See myself in the 3rd perspective. But I look different. I look like a 12 year old character from a baseball manga. The first association I make with him is idiot, a brash, big hearted fool. So I see “myself” pitching baseballs, but never come close to the catchers mitt. But every ball I throw digs itself into the ground, like a cannon ball.
I was undecided, if I really should post my dream. But then I read page 27 from the Homo-Sapiens-Ethicus pdf, that @_OM (who else) posted here.
It explains the whole dream. The two ships represent the two options humanity has. Either be free and travel the stars in a spaceship or be on lockdown on earth, with engineerd bodys:
A reinforcement of the Noble/Peasant system, by genetically engineering the peasant stock to be more “slave friendly” to the Nobility. Thank the “Gods” for Monsanto… literally!
Or
An evolution of the peasants into an independent species, a species that is basically organic in nature, does not need nor desire bioengineering. Like its LM ancestors, works in rapport withthe other life of the planet (and elsewhere, as peaceful explorers)
And the whole Fool Analogy was a slap in the face. At first I saw it as being full of potential, but this was a wake up call:
so you will have to choose to become intelligent—the only thing that holds you back is societal programming, as it was designed to keep you “the Fool.”
Become the Magician, instead… learn, teach and advance yourse
I’m the unrefined fool, a pitcher, who’s balls never hits the target. Still far away from being a true magician.
