If I dream that I have hurt my finger while running by the lake and it is bleeding, and the next day my wife comes home with the dog and he has torn off his wolf’s claw while running by the lake and is bleeding and bleeding, if I have seen the future in my sleep, who will say anything against it? I can give a dozen of these examples. Maybe a hundred if I remembered them all. It happens and it’s true. So how can we just go on as if none of this exists? As if what is to come hasn’t happened yet? Don’t we need to explore sleep all over again? Away from mrt, eeg, ct and biochemistry? Don’t we have to explore our being anew? Recognise our inner connections, recognise our oneness? Detach ourselves from this absurd one-sided idea of an exclusively material existence? And finally become whole and whole and free of fear and divine?
But we are fogged. We are hypnotised by things. We are conditioned from childhood to reject everything outside the permitted view that is not sanctioned with opprobrium. To numb ourselves, to fill our five senses so full with an excess of pleasure and fear that there is no room left for the fine soul voice that gives us everything, all sense.
I saw the injury to our dog the day before in a dream, in a vision. Afterwards, people can only go on as before if they want to call me a liar, if they look straight back at things and immediately forget my words in their fog.