As we drove up the winding mountain road to dance with our Santo Daime Tradition family, I told my nephew the morning dream. I was meditating, laying down, covered with blankets, when I decided to get up to use the bathroom. I thought I was in my waking life bedroom. But then I noticed two other elders laying there beside me. This was confusing. Two interpenetrating dimensions were merged. Throwing off the bed covers and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I noticed there were several people sitting, meditating around the base of the raised bed. The dreamspace was not my bedroom. Rather it was a very large open room, where about 40 people, all blond (they looked like David Wilcock, although I had never seen a photo of him at the time)
were sitting. They were wrapped in one seamless piece of emerald-green fabric, which smoothly stretched around each person, covering everything except their heads. I couldn’t see their eyes. When my nephew asked me to describe the people, all blond, he felt he understood the images. “They are meditating to help you wake up, to remember who you are. They are the Sons of Ra. You are one of them Uncle. Like them, Uncle, you are one of the sons of Ra.” That got me telling him about remembering my soul’s journey through several different incarnations, Buddhist, Greek, Native American, French Canadian, to mention a few, so I found his suggestion inviting and decided to explore David Wilcock’s blog.
When we got home from the Santo Daime Work, I consulted our modern Oracle, the Internet, and found Wilcock’s Divine Cosmos site. There I discovered a younger version of myself (I used to wear that same East Indian style jacket when I was his age). In David’s Occupy your Self video is an excellent summary of David’s research over the past 20 years. It also reflects my research over the past 50 years, including the importance and meaning of Dreams. His blog on Human ETs in the 1950s has a pdf transcript of telepathic communication and evidence which has a strikingly familiar ring for anyone who is familiar with Theosophical literature. The ETs of the mid-20th century have the same message and magic technology as C.W. Leadbeater reports his experience of the Masters/Adepts of the late 19th century. The similarities are astounding. Could Leadbeater’s Master Kuthumi be a human ET? Wilcock’s video reports Voltaire’s letter to Count Germain. Evidently Germain had similar technology in the 18th century and demonstrated it to Voltaire in many of the ways the Italian Friendship Group experienced their technology in the mid 1950s. The teachings of Blavatsky, Leadbeater, and Besant are seamless antecedents to Wilcock’s discoveries.
Evidently we have been tapping into the Divine Source. Carl Jung called it the Collective Unconscious, because It is independent of human consciousness, something we can experience, however we cannot “know” It as an object of science. He later wanted to focus on the objectiveness of the Collective Unconscious and started talking about the Objective Psyche. In his final years he referred to it as the Psychoid (Reality). Wilcock reflects Jung’s emphasis when he calls it the Source Field. All of these people appear to be talking about the same phenomena. Jung stressed working on our personal spiritual evolution in the process he called Individuation. If we all do the Work of Individuation, the Collective Spirit evolves. The Theosophists teach Service to Others, Meditation, Spiritual Evolution and talk of 7 interpenetrating dimensions. Wilcock adds Love of oneself and Love of others, a reflective mirror of the God Within. His Source Field has 12 interpenetrating dimensions. That’s similar to the message of Gnostic Christianity, Alchemy, and the Liberal Catholic Church, which the Theosophists’ created in 1916. Each path leads to the same place. Amazing!
Amazing indeed.
Add to the list of synchronicities the fact that just yesterday I was actually reading David Wilcock’s blog myself. Water really does appear to seek its own level.
Love and blessings to you and yours at this most sacred time…