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From: "Sarita" [EMAIL PROTECTED]
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From: "Sarita" [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Date: Fri May 19, 2006 3:43pm(PDT)
Subject: Re: Definitions now completed. Dream is about the wicked yahoo membe
Wicked Yahoo members??? What is this crap?!
--- In [email protected], <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>
> Definitions now completed. Dream is about the wicked yahoo members
and how
> they stifled and sacrificed the God in Rasa. It was important to
leave.
>
> ELVIS IS HERE! WITH A MESSAGE
>
> © Rasa Von Werder 2006
>
> Dreamed 5/16/06
>
>
>
> I am in a house - plain - do not know where, is not familiar to me,
but
> seems to be my house.
>
> Amazingly and wonderfully, Elvis Presley is here with me!
>
> At one point we are in this small bedroom (the only thing it might
remind me
> of slightly is my Dad's apartment in Brooklyn, when I went to visit
him at
> age 15, plain and tiny bedroom, but this is slightly better.)
>
> Elvis is lying on his back on the bed, as if he had been sitting on
the
> 'foot' edge and then laid back, and I seem to be on top of him
somehow. He
> has been talking 'small talk' and saying 'familiar, intimate'
things (they
> are sweet, humorous things), and he asks me if that was alright
with me. I
> say,
>
> 'Are you kidding? Now I can tell everyone 'Elvis Presley was
intimate with
> me!' '
>
> In a moment I will see a doll sent to me as an Elvis 'memento' and
I see the
> same costume as if on him. It is red satin trimmed with red marabou.
>
> I go into the living room (everything in this place is plain
unpainted wood,
> poor but clean) and I take a look at the two-foot doll and items
sent me.
> They are 'Elvis' mementoes, representing Elvis. The doll is dressed
in the
> way I described, and she has gardening tools. The tools are like
rusted old
> tools, the size this doll would use, but as if covered over with
pastel
> green and other colors, and soft like plastic, so they would be of
no use
> for actual gardening. (I tell Elvis 'people send me stuff like this
all the
> time.') There were boxes all around with mementoes of Elvis people
sent me,
> because they knew I loved him.
>
> I seem to go back to the bedroom to connect with Elvis again, but
soon it is
> time for him to GO ON STAGE. I seem to be his assistant - like he
needs me
> for something. I follow him toward the stage from the back of it,
and he
> turns back to me and says,
>
> 'Why do I not feel well?'
>
> I say to him,
>
> 'It's because, when you perform, YOU USE TEN TIMES THE ENERGY OF
THE NORMAL
> PERSON.'
>
> I say this TWICE to make the emphasis, and the feeling
of 'exhaustion' came
> into his sense of 'not feeling well.'
>
> Preamble - The Dream Began Like This:
>
> I learned to SING the way Barbra Streisand sings! It was like a
trick or a
> path...I was nowhere near as good as her, but by learning to stay
within my
> own range, and 'phrasing' a certain way, I could pull off a tune.
Together
> with the fact that I was tall, beautiful, and could dance well, I
made a
> convincing act for where we are - Las Vegas. I see myself on stage,
wearing
> red, beautiful, talented, and kicking high with my legs through a
red
> costume with a split skirt, real glamorous.. It was a great act -
not star
> material, but adequate, acceptable, and something one could make a
good
> living from.
>
> This learning to sing delights and surprizes me. I was singing in
my room,
> practicing.....
>
> My lady friend 'Bella' communicates with me by letter or somehow,
and tells
> me she has heard of a song. She seems to be in a sort of 'box',
like a
> cardboard box, talking to me through it. I ask her to sing me this
song, and
> she does so. Her voice also wasn't perfect, but it was good. It was
not as
> good as mine, because she was hitting falsetto notes when outside
her range,
> but I sounded more professional by staying within my range.
Nevertheless,
> she surprizes me (as I thought she could not carry a tune.)
>
> Time For Elvis to Perform
>
> He needed some attendance, and I was helping him.
>
> I elborated to Elvis about why I thought he 'did not feel good' at
times. I
> said,
>
> 'When you are performing (I spread my arms up and wide) you feel
like you
> are on top of the mountain (the feeling is being open wide), but
later, you
> are exhausted.
>
> Now Elvis gets up on the stage, and the act that was before him
should
> instantly get off - I mean, come on, when Elvis Presley is ready to
perform,
> it should be a given that anyone else up there should automatically
get
> down.
>
> But this little man who is sitting there at a small organ, playing
and
> singing, doesn't get it. He does not even notice Elvis, who is
behind him
> now waiting on a bench, with no lights on him and seems to be in
sort of
> rags!
>
> I am to stage right from backstage where I can see the little man
and Elvis
> in the shadows.
>
> The man is like a gnome or almost dwarf and looks gnarled and mean.
But he
> is pumping that organ really hard and singing. His singing is also
like mine
> and Bella's - not star material but able to pass as an opening or
supporting
> act. I see a green light coming out of him or his organ. He is
pumping away,
> and I am the whole time trying to get his attention, saying,
>
> 'ELVIS IS HERE and he has been waiting five minutes already! And I
ask him,
>
> 'Do you want me to clean your clock?'
>
> He answers revengefully. He is the sort of person that is mean and
> revengefull. I tell him I was just kidding when I see his reaction,
but at
> my wits end on how to get him off the stage.
>
> Then some sort of waltz number comes up, and in my mind's eye
people,
> perhaps in the audience, get up to take partners and dance. The
organ man
> gets up, and I quickly engage him in a waltz, and waltz him
conveniently
> backstage!
>
> But before I can get back, in moments, Elvis has gotten up, and
looking
> around for a partner, took the first female available and not
myself. She is
> covered with freckles, and wearing a dress round scooped and so low
you can
> see she is totally flat chested, and yet, Elvis, who is real tall
next to
> her,bends down and kisses her chest. She has her back to the
audience. I am
> thinking,
>
> 'Elvis loves everyone - he doesn't go by looks.'
>
> Just then a man who is one of twins, a thin dancer, sees me from
further
> right on stage, and approaches me for a swing. I get into his arms,
knowing
> he is a professional, and so am I, and I am able to follow his
every move. I
> am happy about this and think I will prove to him how easy to is to
dance
> with me.
>
> He does this huge steps, and I follow backward, and we are moving
off the
> stage, into the arena, and down the area so far that soon I can
scarcely see
> the theater. (Everything is open as if we were outside.)
>
> 'Where are you taking me?'
>
> I ask just as we are about to go through some doors into some kind
of mall.
>
> I turn him around and head back with the same kind of steps. Then I
notice
> that I have my left arm over his read end, and through the clothes,
kind of
> have my finger in his asshole. He tightens his asshole because he
likes it,
> and I know he's gay. We head back to the theater stage with those
same huge
> steps.
>
> end of dream
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
>
>
>
>
> Elvis is Here!
>
>
> Definitions of Symbols
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> HOUSE, PLAIN, WOOD, * ELVIS PRESLEY *
>
> 'I am in a house - plain - do not know where, is not
> familiar to me,
> but seems to be my house.
>
> Amazingly and wonderfully, Elvis Presley is here with
> me!
>
> At one point we are in this small bedroom (the only
> thing it might
> remind me of slightly is my Dad's apartment in
> Brooklyn, when I went
> to visit him at age 15, plain and tiny bedroom, but
> this is slightly
> better.)'
>
> THE PLAIN, BARE WOOD LOOK OF THIS HOUSE REPRESENTS
> POVERTY. IN THE CONTEXT OF THE DREAM, I HAVE BEEN
> SUFFERING. THE OLD DAD'S APARTMENT IS THE PERSONAL
> SYMBOL SAYING IT WAS A POOR AND LONELY PLACE, AND SO
> IS THIS.
>
> ELVIS REPRESENTS GOD, ELVIS HIMSELF, AND IS AN ANALOGY
> OF MY OWN CHANNELING OR BEING AN INSTRUMENT FOR GOD.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> ELVIS LYING ON HIS BACK, MYSELF ON TOP * SPEAKING,
> INTIMATE THINGS TO ME *
>
> Elvis is lying on his back on the bed, as if he had
> been sitting on
> the 'foot' edge and then laid back, and I seem to be
> on top of him
> somehow. He has been talking 'small talk' and saying
> 'familiar,
> intimate' things (they are sweet, humorous things),
> and he asks me if
> that was alright with me. I say,
>
> 'Are you kidding? Now I can tell everyone 'Elvis
> Presley was intimate
> with me!' '
>
> ON HIS BACK WITH ME ON TOP, SIGNIFIES THAT I HAVE THE
> 'UPPER HAND' OR HAVE 'CONQUERED GOD/ELVIS' WITH MY
> PRAYERS. GOD HAS HEARD ME, GOD HAS ARRIVED AS ELVIS,
> THE FORM OF GOD, THE PERFORMER OF PERFORMERS!
>
> THE SWEET INTIMATE WORDS GOD IS SAYING MEANS
> CONTEMPLATION, GOD IS SPEAKING TO ME, DOWNLOADING
> GRACE, GOD IS ABUNDANTLY, INTIMATELY BLESSING ME, AND
> I AM THRILLED BY THIS.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> ELVIS DOLL AS MEMENTOE * COSTUME, RED SATIN, RED
> MARABOU *
>
>
> In a moment I will see a doll sent to me as an Elvis
> 'memento' and I
> see the same costume as if on him. It is red satin
> trimmed with red
> marabou.
>
> THE DOLL REPRESENTING ELVIS IS GOD AND MYSELF IN
> SYMBOL OR EFFIGY. I AM NOT ON THE INTERNET IN PERSON,
> I AM THERE SYMBOLICALLY. PEOPLE ARE SENDING ME
> LETTERS, POSTS, 'PACKAGES' OF WORDS WHERE THEY ARE
> 'SACRIFICING' ME IN EFFIGY, BUT THEY ARE REALLY
> SACRIFICING GOD, THE LIVING FLESH, REPRESENTED BY
> ELVIS. IN OTHER WORDS, IF SOMEONE LAMBASTS JESUS AND
> MARY, THEY ARE ATTACKING GOD. WHEN YOU ATTACK AN
> AGENT OR INSTRUMENT OF GOD, IT IS GOD YOU ARE
> ATTACKING AS WELL. AND SO, I AM THE DOLL THEY ARE
> ATTACKING.
>
> THE RED REPRESENTS THE SACRIFICE, THE BLOOD - IT IS
> GOD BEING SACRIFICED WHILE I AM SACRIFICED ON THE
> GROUPS.
>
> A DOLL IS BEAUTIFUL BUT ALSO A FAKE, AN IMITATION, AND
> THEY ARE ACCUSING ME OF BEING SUCH.
>
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> PLAIN, UNPAINTED, POOR * TOOLS, RUSTED, PLASTIC,
> TOY TOOLS * TELL ELVIS PEOPLE SEND ME STUFF LIKE
> THIS ALL THE TIME
>
> I go into the living room (everything in this place is
> plain unpainted
> wood, poor but clean) and I take a look at the
> two-foot doll and items
> sent me. They are 'Elvis' mementoes, representing
> Elvis. The doll is
> dressed in the way I described, and she has gardening
> tools. The
> tools are like rusted old tools, the size this doll
> would use, but as
> if covered over with pastel green and other colors,
> and soft like
> plastic, so they would be of no use for actual
> gardening. (I tell
> Elvis 'people send me stuff like this all the time.')
> There were
> boxes all around with mementoes of Elvis people sent
> me, because they
> knew I loved him.
>
> THE PLAIN, UNPAINTED SURFACES AGAIN REITERATE THE
> POVERTY I WAS IN WHILE PARTICIPATING IN THESE INTERNET
> GROUPS.
>
> THE TOOLS THAT GO WITH THE DOLL IS THAT THEY ARE
> SAYING,
> 'YOU DO NOT HAVE GIFTS AND POWERS (TOOLS) OF GOD, THIS
> IS ALL A GAME, A SHAM, AND YOU ARE A FAKE.'
>
> BY TELLING ELVIS PEOPLE SEND ME STUFF LIKE THIS ALL
> THE TIME, I AM TELLING GOD AND ELVIS THAT THEY SEND ME
> HEINOUS LETTERS ALL THE TIME. THEY ARE ACCUSING ME
> AND ATTACKING ME ALL THE TIME.
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> BEDROOM - CONNECT WITH ELVIS THERE * STAGE, TIME FOR
> HIM TO GO ON STAGE * NEEDS ME, ELVIS NEEDS ME FOR
> SOMETHING
>
>
> I seem to go back to the bedroom to connect with Elvis
> again, but soon
> it is time for him to GO ON STAGE. I seem to be his
> assistant - like
> he needs me for something. I follow him toward the
> stage from the
> back of it, and he turns back to me and says,
>
> FOR ELVIS TO BE READY TO GO BACK ON STAGE - TO HEAD
> TOWARD THE STAGE, IS SAYING IT IS TIME FOR GOD TO TAKE
> OVER MY BODY. THAT IS WHAT GOD NEEDS ME FOR - MY
> BODY. GOD IS SPIRIT AND NEEDS EARTHEN VESSALS TO
> PERFORM, TO WORK!
>
> I CONNECT WITH HIM IN THE BEDROOM AS THAT IS THE
> 'CLOSET' JESUS SPEAKS OF - THAT WHEN YOU PRAY, GO INTO
> YOUR CLOSET IN PRIVATE. IT IS PRIVATE, INTIMATE,
> CONTEMPLATION.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> FEELING UNWELL * ENERGY, YOU USE TEN TIMES THE
> ENERGY
>
> 'Why do I not feel well?'
>
> I say to him,
>
> 'It's because, when you perform, YOU USE TEN TIMES THE
> ENERGY OF THE
> NORMAL PERSON.'
>
> I say this TWICE to make the emphasis, and the feeling
> of 'exhaustion'
> came into his sense of 'not feeling well.' '
>
> I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THAT THOSE WHO HAVE POWERS SUCH AS
> MYSELF (HEALING, MIRACLES, SHAKTIPAT) ARE OPEN
> CHANNELS FOR GOD. IT MEANS OUR FACULTIES AND INNER
> SENSES ARE OPEN, OUR MINDS AND HEARTS ARE OPEN.
> WHATEVER WE DO, WE ARE FULLY ENGAGED IN THE THING, IN
> THE SENSE THAT SO MUCH OF US IS GIVEN. WHEN SUCH A
> PERSON BEGINS ENGAGING WITH THE WORDLY, THE NON
> SPIRITUAL, THERE IS A GREAT PRICE TO BE PAID. THEY
> GET USED, THEY GET EXHAUSTED. THOSE WHO ARE 'OF THE
> EARTH' OR OF THE 'WORLD, FLESH AND DEVIL,' ARE NOT
> OPEN IN THEIR HEARTS AND MINDS, AND THAT GIVES THEM
> THE BENEFIT OF 'THICK SKIN.' THE THICK SKIN IS REALLY
> THEY ARE HARD OF HEART AND MIND. THEY ARE CLOSED IN,
> THEY ARE NOT OPEN. AND SO, THEIR ENGAGEMENT IN THE
> WORLD DOES NOT COST AS MUCH, AS THEY DO NOT EXTEND
> THEIR 'INNER SELF' AS MUCH.
>
> THIS IS WHAT I AM SAYING TO ELVIS. ELVIS IS REALLY
> MYSELF AS PERFORMER, ASKING WHY I HAVE NOT FELT WELL
> SINCE ENGAGING IN THESE GROUPS, AND MY ATMAN IS
> TELLING MYSELF WHY MY FLESH HAS BEEN EXHAUSTED OR NOT
> AS BOUNCY AS USUAL.
>
> THE SYMBOLS HERE BECOME INTERCHANGEABLE. ELVIS IS
> GOD, I AM GOD. ELVIS IS THE ATMAN, BUT I AM THE
> ATMAN. AT BASE, IT DOES ALL BECOME ONE. WE SEPARATE
> GOD, FLESH, HUMAN, AND ATMAN, FOR THE SAKE OF
> CONVENIENCE, BUT AT BASE, THEY ARE ONE INDEED. HERE
> ALL THIS SEPARATION INTO ACTORS TELLS THE STORY
> EFFICIENTLY.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> Preamble - The Dream Began Like This:
>
> SING, LEARN TO * DANCE, GOOD AT * KICK HIGH *
> STAR, NOT A * MAKING A LIVING
>
> 'I learned to SING the way Barbra Streisand sings! It
> was like a trick
> or a path...I was nowhere near as good as her, but by
> learning to stay
> within my own range, and 'phrasing' a certain way, I
> could pull off a
> tune. Together with the fact that I was tall,
> beautiful, and could
> dance well, I made a convincing act for where we are -
> Las Vegas. I
> see myself on stage, wearing red, beautiful,
> talented, and kicking
> high with my legs through a red costume with a split
> skirt, real
> glamorous.. It was a great act - not star material,
> but adequate,
> acceptable, and something one could make a good living
> from.'
>
> THIS INTERESTING METAPHOR SHOWS MYSELF IN THE FLESH,
> AND MY HUMAN ABILITIES AND TALENTS. THE SINGING,
> DANCING, KICKING, ALL HAS TO DO WITH WRITING ON THE
> INTERNET. THE RED COSTUME HEARKENS BACK TO THE 'RED
> DOLL' WHO THEY HARRASS AND HURT, THIS IS THAT SAME
> PERSON SPEAKING WELL AND KICKING HIGH, WHICH MEANS
> FIGHTING BACK.
>
> BUT I AM NOT 'IN GOD' OR ATMAN WHEN ENGAGING IN MOST
> OF THESE 'FLAME WARS' AND ONLY THE ONE WHO IS OF GOD
> IS THE STAR! MAKING A LIVING MEANS BEING SUCCESSFUL,
> SHORT OF BEING THE BEST YOU CAN BE.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> LADY FRIEND BELLA ALSO SINGS WELL * BOX, TALKS FROM
> CARDBOARD BOX
>
>
> This learning to sing delights and surprizes me. I
> was singing in my
> room, practicing.....
>
> My lady friend 'Bella' communicates with me by letter
> or somehow, and
> tells me she has heard of a song. She seems to be in
> a sort of 'box',
> like a cardboard box, talking to me through it. I ask
> her to sing me
> this song, and she does so. Her voice also wasn't
> perfect, but it was
> good. It was not as good as mine, because she was
> hitting falsetto
> notes when outside her range, but I sounded more
> professional by
> staying within my range. Nevertheless, she surprizes
> me (as I thought
> she could not carry a tune.)
>
> HERE THE DREAM IS SHOWING ME A FRIEND OF MINE IS ALSO
> A GOOD WRITER, BUT SHE IS NOT CHANNELING GOD.
>
> THE BOX SHOWS 'LIMITATION' OR 'BOUNDARIES.'
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> FEELING OF ELATION * EXHAUSTED LATER
>
> Time For Elvis to Perform
>
> He needed some attendance, and I was helping him.
>
> I elborated to Elvis about why I thought he 'did not
> feel good' at
> times. I said,
>
> 'When you are performing (I spread my arms up and
> wide) you feel like
> you are on top of the mountain (the feeling is being
> open wide.....it indicates a feeling of elation), but
> later, you are exhausted.
>
> THIS ONCE AGAIN POINTS OUT THE PERSON WHO IS OPEN IN
> MIND AND HEART, HOW THEY GIVE FROM THE DEPTH OF THEIR
> SOUL, AND THE ENERGY THAT IS TRANSMITTED GIVES A
> TEMPORARY SENSE OF ELATION. BUT LATER, SINCE (AS
> ALREADY EXPLAINED) THIS GOD PERSON IS SACRIFICED,
> THEIR GOD POWER IS CONSUMED OR WASTED, AND NO ENERGY
> IS RETURNED EXCEPT THE NEGATIVE, THE INSTRUMENT OF GOD
> FEEL EXHAUSTED.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> ELVIS ON STAGE * ANY OTHER ACT SHOULD GET OFF
>
> 'Now Elvis gets up on the stage, and the act that was
> before him should
> instantly get off - I mean, come on, when Elvis
> Presley is ready to
> perform, it should be a given that anyone else up
> there would
> automatically get down.'
>
> ELVIS IS THE PRESENCE OF GOD, THE STAR, AND ALL THOSE
> IN THE FLESH SHOULD DEFER TO HIS PERFORMING ABILITY,
> SHOULD MAKE WAY FOR HIM TO 'PREACH, SPEAK, SING,
> PERFORM.'
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> ELVIS ON THE BENCH, SITTING IN RAGS! * LITTLE MAN,
> DOESN'T GET IT * LITTLE MAN, SMALL ORGAN
>
>
> But this little man who is sitting there at a small
> organ, playing and
> singing, doesn't get it. He does not even notice
> Elvis, who is behind
> him now waiting on a bench, with no lights on him and
> seems to be in
> sort of rags!
>
> ELVIS IN RAGS, BENCHWARMING AGAIN REITERATES THE POWER
> OF GOD HAVING TO TAKE A BACK SEAT TO A PERSON IN THE
> FLESH, THE LITTLE MAN WHO IS SPEAKING FROM HIS FLESH
> OF SMALL MIND AND HEART. DOES NOT EVEN SEE ELVIS IS
> THAT HE DOES NOT EVEN SEE GOD, HE IS PERFORMING FOR
> PEOPLE, BUT HE DOES NOT EVEN SEE GOD WHO IS RIGHT
> THERE ON THE STAGE WAITING TO GET ACTIVE.
>
> SO AGAIN, THE THEME OF GOD BEING SACRIFICED IS HERE,
> AS ELVIS IN RAGS. THIS IS THE POVERTY OF THOSE WHO
> HAVE GOD WITHIN THEM, BUT ARE NOT RECOGNIZED, NOT
> GIVEN A CHANCE TO SHINE.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> GNOME, DWARF, GNARLED, MEAN * NOT STAR MATERIAL,
> ADEQUATE * ORGAN
>
>
> I am to stage right from backstage where I can see
> the little man and
> Elvis in the shadows.
>
> The man is like a gnome or almost dwarf and looks
> gnarled and mean.
> But he is pumping that organ really hard and singing.
> His singing is
> also like mine and Bella's - not star material but
> able to pass as an
> opening or supporting act. I see a green light coming
> out of him or
> his organ. He is pumping away, and I am the whole
> time trying to get
> his attention, saying,
>
> THIS LITTLE MAN IS THE MENTALITYOF A PERSON WHO I CALL
> 'BRUCK' THAT WAS ESPECIALLY BRUTAL. COMING FROM A
> PLACE OF ORTHODOXY OR FUNDAMENTALISM IN HIS RELIGION
> HE LAMBASTED ME VISCIOUSLY.
>
> HE IS PERFORMING OUT OF HIS FLESH, THE NEON GREEN
> COMING OUT OF HIS ORGAN. ORGAN COULD BE HEART.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> ELVIS HAS BEEN WAITING * CLOCK, CLEAN CLOCK * WITS
> END HOW TO GET HIM OFF THE STAGE
>
> 'ELVIS IS HERE and he has been waiting five minutes
> already! And I
> ask him,
>
> 'Do you want me to clean your clock?'
>
> He answers revengefully. He is the sort of person
> that is mean and
> revengeful. I tell him I was just kidding when I see
> his reaction,
> but at my wits end on how to get him off the stage.
>
> AT MY WITS END TO GET HIM OFF THE STAGE IS PERHAPS MY
> ATMAN WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO END THIS DEBACLE
> OF INTERCHANGE WITH THE 'DWARF.'
>
> HERE ELVIS, GOD IS WAITING, AND HE WON'T STOP. THIS
> COULD BE A REFLECTION OR INDICATION OF ME TRYING TO
> FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET OUT OF POSTING ON THE GROUPS,
> ESPECIALLY REGARDING HIM. I HAD BEEN POSTING DAILY
> FOR MONTHS, AND THIS MOST RECENT DRAMA HAD TO END IN
> ORDER TO FREE MYSELF FOR A HIGHER PURPOSE. NO ONE
> WAS ACTUALLY FORCING ME, I WAS PARTICIPATING
> VOLUNTARILY, AND I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO
> STOP.
>
> TO CLEAN SOMEONES CLOCK MEANS TO EITHER TEAR UP THEIR
> PLACE (BAR FOR INSTANCE. I HEARD A MARINE FRIEND OF
> MINE TELL ME THE STORY OF A RIPOFF BAR THAT HAD ROBBED
> ONE OF HIS BUDDIES, AND THE MARINES WENT IN AND
> 'CLEANED HIS CLOCK' MEANING TORE HIS BAR APART) OR IN
> THIS CASE, ON THE INTERNET, WE USED IT TO MEAN TELL
> SOMEONE OFF WITH GREAT APLOMB.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> WALTZ COMES UP * WALTZ HIM BACKSTAGE
>
>
> 'Then some sort of waltz number comes up, and in my
> mind's eye people,
> perhaps in the audience, get up to take partners and
> dance. The organ
> man gets up, and I quickly engage him in a waltz, and
> waltz him
> conveniently backstage!'
>
> THIS WALTZ BUSINESS SHOWS THAT SOME OPPORTUNITY CAME
> UP - WHERE THE MOOD WAS RIGHT TO STOP THIS
> INTERCHANGE, TO MOVE THIS CONVERSATION WITH THIS MAN
> 'OFFSTAGE', AND IT WAS DONE. IN OTHER WORDS, I FOUND
> A WAY TO QUIT.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> FRECKLES, COVERED WITH * FLAT CHESTED * ELVIS
> CHOOSES HER, KISSES HER
>
>
> But before I can get back, in moments, Elvis has
> gotten up, and
> looking around for a partner, took the first female
> available and not
> myself. She is covered with freckles, and wearing a
> dress round
> scooped and so low you can see she is totally flat
> chested, and yet,
> Elvis, who is real tall next to her, bends down and
> kisses her chest.
> She has her back to the audience. I am thinking,
>
> 'Elvis loves everyone - he doesn't go by looks.'
>
> WHEN GOD PERFORMS OR ACTS, GOD LOVES EVERYONE. AND SO
> HERE, ELVIS/GOD HAS CHOSEN A FRECKLED (COVERED WITH
> THE STAINS OF SIN OR WITH FAULTS) AND FLAT CHESTED
> (DEVOID OF LOVE) WOMAN AND HE KISSES HER!
>
> ELVIS BEING TALL, IS GOD IS TALL, GREAT, AND GOD BENDS
> DOWN TO TOUCH THE HEART OR 'KISS THE CHEST' OF THIS
> FAULTED AND UNLOVING WOMAN.
>
> I AM SAYING ELVIS LOVES EVERYONE, MEANING GOD LOVES
> EVERYONE.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> THIN MAN, PROFESSIONAL DANCER * ASSHOLE, FINGER IN
> * I TURN HIM AROUND
>
>
> 'Just then a man who is one of twins, a thin dancer,
> sees me from
> further right on stage, and approaches me for a swing.
> I get into his
> arms, knowing he is a professional, and so am I, and I
> am able to
> follow his every move. I am happy about this and
> think I will prove
> to him how easy to is to dance with me.'
>
> He does these huge steps, and I follow backward, and
> we are moving off
> the stage, into the arena, and down the area so far
> that soon I can
> scarcely see the theater. (Everything is open as if
> we were outside.)
>
> 'Where are you taking me?'
>
> I ask just as we are about to go through some doors
> into some kind of
> mall.
>
> I turn him around and head back with the same kind of
> steps. Then I
> notice that I have my left arm over his read end, and
> through the
> clothes, kind of have my finger in his asshole. He
> tightens his
> asshole because he likes it, and I know he's gay. We
> head back to the
> theater stage with those same huge steps.
>
> THIS WAS A PERSON I CALL 'LARRY' WHO I WAS ALSO
> ENGAGED WITH ON THE GROUPS. HERE THE DREAM IS SAYING
> HE GOT US WAY, WAY FAR AWAY FROM GOD, BUT I TURNED HIM
> AROUND AND GOT BOTH OF US BACK. THE DREAM IS SAYING
> 'HE IS AN ASSHOLE, ' AND YOU PUT YOUR FINGER ON IT -
> MEANING I FIGURED OUT WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM. HIS
> BEHAVIOR GOT HIM DEMONIZED, BUT I TOOK CARE OF IT.
>
> end of dream
>
>
> INTERPRETATION and OVERVIEW of
>
> ELVIS IS HERE! Dream
>
>
>
> This dream concerns my recent involvement with the
> yahoo group 'asylum
> members' ('wanky', critical, troublesome souls) and
> the negative
> effect they have had on me, and the change that has
> occured for the
> better.
>
> It portrays me as myself in the flesh (the imitation
> Barbra
> Streisand) but getting ready to be ONE with the
> Highest, in fact, God in the form of ELVIS PRESLEY has
> arrived! Besides myself, the dream also shows three
> other people who are acting in flesh, a friend of mine
> named Bella, a heinous, nasty person called Bruck, and
> an 'asshole' named 'Larry.'
>
> Elvis Presley represents three things - himself as a
> channeler,
> instrument or form (God taking flesh) of GOD. He
> represents GOD and
> he represents myself when I am IN GOD.
>
> He appears and has communion with me, and soon he will
> be on stage.
> (Soon I will be on stage again by analogy....soon I
> will be the Elvis,
> God channeler again.)
>
> Elvis was ONE with God when he performed. He was
> channeling his ATMAN
> - THE GOD WITHIN. For some time I have not been one
> with God
> channeling God in my writing on the internet, but have
> been talking
> with negative people who have been attacking me.
> They have pulled
> me into the flesh, they have taken me away from God.
>
> My friend 'Bella' is also in the same boat, writing
> well but not in
> The Holy Spirit.
>
> The mementoes to of Elvis, the doll, are actually the
> negative letters and attacks. They portray me as
> fake, artificial, a charlatan, not having any gifts or
> powers from God.
>
>
> This discoursing with negative and insignificant
> people has had a detrimental effect on my
> consciousness and feeling
> of well being. (Here Elvis complains of not feeling
> well after
> performing.)
>
> When Elvis performed, God performed. Now I just
> closed the door on
> the yahoo groups where I was being attacked. As soon
> as this was done
> - Elvis, symbol of the God within me who makes me a
> star, gets ready
> to perform. Elvis is the star over all, because God
> is the star. No
> one shines on their natural talent against God, and
> so, when God is
> ready to get up on the stage, whoever is there should
> get off.
>
> But the person who will not get off the stage is a
> character I call
> 'Bruck.' He in real life is as portrayed here,
> although the dream
> does not show the degree of his cruelty and pride. I
> finally 'waltzed
> him off the stage' by leaving the premises.
>
> The last waltz is one especially foolish person seen
> as an
> ASSHOLE.
> But I do turn this person and myself around and am
> heading back to the true mission.
>
> Elvis, in choosing a less than perfect lady to dance
> with and kiss on
> the chest, portrays the nature of God: Unconditional
> Love. Elvis
> Presley exemplified a life of love and generosity, and
> as
> far as performance, when Elvis performed, God worked
> through him.
> That's why he is THE KING!
>
> Many symbols support the meaning of this dream and
> draw out its nuances.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> Discussions here and:
>
>
>
> http://groups.yahoo.com/group/isawgodandlived/?yguid=213672955
>
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