Tzohar, Mountain Of Time With The Sun In A Circle

ד' סיון התשס"ח
Alban Heruin 5
Yesod of Malchut

I dreamt. These are the details I can clearly remember, which begin somewhere in the middle of the dream. The beginning of the dream has since faded beyond discrete memory.

There was a mountain. I and two other women were in a room within the mountain. A man was there with us. He and his father were doing and had been doing experiments over time with time. They kept trying to stay one step ahead of time "catching up" to their whereabouts in any particular time, because if it did before they "fixed it", all creation would be annihilated.

The man and his father had set up a nuclear-like bomb to go off deep within the mountain, which would destroy the mountain built of time. We would be killed or forced into another time. That is, those of us who were eternal would be forced into another time. Real, manifest time.

The man and his father knew each of them were eternal, but wasn't sure about we three women in the mountain's room. We would either be destroyed in time when the bomb went off or, if we were also eternal, we would jump through time with the man and his father.

The bomb went off, destroying the mountain of time. We were all thrown through time into a huge enclosed room rapidly filling with water. A serpent may have also been in the water with us. We would all drown in the room if I couldn't really do magic and get us out.

Suddenly, we were in a gypsy camp. A woman was reading my timelines off lines on each side of the spine appearing on another woman's back. The man was employing the woman to read my timelines on the other woman's back to see if my timelines were related to his. He was doing this because, on my back, my 'timelines' existed as a single timeline directly over the spine. For some reason, the one timeline on my back could not be easily read directly and had to be read as two timelines on the other woman's back. It was dangerous and would be lethal for a man to read the single timeline of a woman whose timeline was not directly connected to his.

The woman reader's words as she spoke to the man regarding my timelines were increasingly suggesting to the man that I was the one whose timeline was connected to his throughout all time. The woman upon whose back my timelines were being read didn't like this news the reader was providing to the man. I felt the woman whose back was being read was a rival of some sort. She didn't want the timelines on her back to lead to me and refused to let the woman reader read my timelines any further. The woman upon whose back my timelines had been read, got up and informed the man that he would have to read the single timeline directly on me if he wanted any more information. In other words, she wasn't going to give up her place in the running of potentials and concede victory to me so easily. She got up and walked away from the reading place. The man had no choice but to try and read my single timeline directly from me if he wanted to ascertain surely the connection of our timeline. He decided to try.

Suddenly, I alone was a woman underwater. I rose up to the surface of the river-sea and found myself near the door to a wooden boat-like raft-like house. I had been escorted to the surface and to the door of the rafthouse by two male corpses with copper pennies covering over their eyelids. (It reminds me now of the River Styx.)

The door opened and the rafthouse became more raftlike. A man stood upon its surface deck with a wooden staff like a ferryman. He saw the two corpses with the four copper pennies over their eyes. Then, he accepted me and plucked me up with his staff out of the water and pulled me onto the raft where I rested.

Suddenly, an iron framework came down from above or rose up from below around we two on the wooden raft. The iron framework consisted of four equally spaced iron poles turning inward and upward toward an iron circle zenith to which they connected. It was the framework of a temple room. The circle was open at the top like a paneless window, a tzohar. The four iron poles came out from the outer surface of the circle window. Its broad dome-like form reminded me of the temple of Newgrange.

I was laying upon the surface of the wooden raft looking up through the iron encircled window above me into the moving grey sky.

I woke up, laying in my bed. Yet, the visions of my dream continued. Even as I listened to the thunder outside, I saw tattered storm-cut video tape flapping in the wind off the wooden joints of the raft upon which I was laying. It reminded me of the video tape used to make the wooden raft in the film Cast Away, which I had watched last night. Near the end of the film, as the man is about to be rescued at sea, there is a scene of the man laying on his wooden raft after a storm with a brief scan of the battered and storm tossed raft still being held together by tattered video tape.

Suddenly, I saw an alignment coming and looked up toward the iron circle above me. The sun was moving into alignment with the circle's opening over me. The sun moved left to right into perfect alignment within the circle. The sun perfectly fit into the frame of the circle from which its light focused down. Exactly onto me. It reminded me of הנץ החמה.

The waking vision ended. I got up and recorded it.

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