The party for he who rocked the universe
What a great party! Then I dream about moving, get a feeling I am stuck. I have to get on with my writing. |
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27 MarchI dreamed I was at a party or reception. There were lots of people there, even a woman I knew. There was a high spirited, happy atmosphere. The woman fixed and mingled and I messed around a bit, but it didn’t mean anything. I said hello to many of those who came. A man and a woman were sitting a little on one side. I talked to them, they looked happy. The man looked like a human, but not the woman. She was very beautiful with a blue face. I thought she had a blue mask on. I think she wanted to show me this. I thought in the dream that “This is a Gali, a protector.” I liked her, really loved her. As I sat there with this couple, I discovered that a long queue had formed and everyone was looking at me. I sensed that this event was put on for me. Maybe they wanted to see the one who stirred up the universe, what he looked like. I felt great love flowing towards me all the time. I don’t dream such uplifting dreams every night. I have been unwell with the flu now a long time, so this was pure medicine for me. I am grateful for this.
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4 AprilI fell asleep for a while. I saw doors wide open, standard single doors.
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Goran / Jorun: – I thought I felt you there, is that you, my friend? Amper (italic): – Jorun, you felt right. – Is everything as it should be? – Everything is as right as right itself. Now be prepared for what comes, you will not believe it’s true, but it is truth itself. Everything has been changed down to the marrow. We, in reality, as you call us, are euphoric over you. That you have the energy, you’ve been ill and are still not healthy, but it looks like nothing can stop you. – I bought the first notebooks today. – There will be many blocks to write and rewrite. I know you will just include that which you think people can handle. I know this so well. As I said before, there will be a minor revolution in both the world you live in right now and in many, many other worlds. All these worlds do not understand what you are actually doing, they just know what you do but do not know how you manage to do it. – No, it is not always easy. – I say again no-one was expecting it to go so well.. – Will I have time to write what I should? – Yes, no problem with this, you solve it the best way. – Did those from Mars like it? – Yes, more than that, they love you more than you can understand. – Anything else I should be aware of? – As I said a thousand times, you know everything. – Thanks for letting me be in contact with you, it feels safer, it is not easy to be alone here. I am homesick now and then, but know that I can return again. – Yes, Jorun you are so right, you know yourself when it’s time. – I know this, a lot of water will run under bridge before then.
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I had moved to a new apartment on the second or third floor. The doorbell rang. It was someone who was moving in as a lodger. They had with many moving boxes on the stairs. Many women were doing this. Even an older man was there, I thought I recognized him. When I opened the door I saw there were large metal clips around the door frame, they were a protection from the outside. I removed this protection. Then a man came into the apartment, he was going to do something with the electrics. A young woman asked if she could use my toilet, it was OK. There were also several people who were picking up my paintings the ones not yet hung. I had to stop them. The moving boxes were white, the same as I have. When I think about it afterwards it felt as if I moved in and out simultaneously. Yet, as if it was not I who moved. And all these women, where did they come from? An awful lot of people were constantly in motion.
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It was winter, I was driving my little white car that was running really well. It was spring, the ice and snow, which in winter evened out all the crevices and holes in the road, had disappeared. The car got stuck in a small valley, it seemed to be difficult to get out of there. I knew all along that it was a dream. A man and a woman came in, the way she spoke, she slurred her words. She said we had met before, a long time ago. I knew the man a little, too. It felt as if I had somehow stuck in my existence. I know what the dream means. I have not written anything in my notebook for a couple of weeks. It is time to continue.
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