This beauty was in my email in-box this morning, a timely message because the mission, now known to me, is to align and connect with the Earth’s outcome as part of the cosmos. I am told that this mission transcends Buddhism. The dharma now is not to encode anything reductively as Dharma. The dharma is in the silence, potent, holding you, waiting yet not waiting.
The Numbers, by Radiohead
It holds us like a phantom
It touches like a breeze
It shines its understanding
See the moon is smiling
Open on all channels
Ready to receive
‘Cause we’re not at the mercy
Of your chimeras and spells
Your chimeras and spells
We are of the Earth
To her we do return
The future is inside us
It’s not somewhere else
It’s not somewhere else
It’s not somewhere else
(One day at a time)
One day at a time
We call upon the people
The people have this power
The numbers don’t decide
The system is a lie
A river running dry
The wings of butterflies
And you may pour us away like soup
Like we’re pretty broken flowers
We’ll take back what is ours
Take back what is ours
Shown here is the cover of the new Radiohead album, A Moon Shaped Pool (2016). “With their ninth studio album, Radiohead move beyond the existential angst that made them music’s preeminent doomsayers, pursuing a more personal—and eternal—form of enlightenment.“ – Pitchfork. The giant from my previous dream, “Dream of the Mired Giant,” just two weeks ago, soon after this album was released, was stuck in a moon-shaped pool with me, at night. It was a dreamlike scene in which we were just waiting. Both of us were immobile and silent in kind of a timeless cosmic situation. Perhaps we were incubating the new dream analyzed here in “Unpacking a Dream of Conveyance.” My friend DreamWalker is always yammering on to me about the physicist and author Tom Campbell’s model of reality, which amounts to worlds’ being “simulations” born of information from “the database.” Campbell, a student of Robert Monroe, has claimed extensive “traveling” to these other worlds. If I understand and remember DreamWalker correctly, when one first starts traveling one first lands in a personal “sandbox,” which is a place (nonplace?) to try experiences out and transition to actual traveling, which might otherwise be overwhelming. I figured out before drifting to sleep last night, that my first dream’s moon-shaped pool, which was filled with soppy sand instead of water, represents (is?) my sandbox. Now that I know who the giant is, that he is my guardian protector, this whole network of dreams makes sense.
After I stayed up most of the night writing about Radiohead’s input to my dreams, I woke to find Facebook pushing the following post back at me from June 13, 2012:
“I finally slept last night, for 12 hours, and was rewarded with a vivid dream in which I not only got to meet Radiohead, but even cleared all former dream barriers to meeting Mr. Thomas Edward Yorke.”
I am in a big arena where Radiohead is about to play a concert on hockey rink ice. Thom Yorke is walking up and down the aisles to randomly pick four audience members to participate in a contest. I am the last “chosen one.”
I think this dream situ may stem from the fact that, at the Washington, DC, concert, Radiohead played a rare old B-side called “Meeting in the Aisle.”
So I am taken back to Thom’s green room, where I shake his hand and try not to faint or gush. He explains that Radiohead is sending a time capsule into outer space. The time capsule, when opened, will start playing their music to the aliens so fortunate as to open the capsule.
The contest is for the best aesthetic capsule design. I am given all the building toys of my childhood: Light Bright, pickup stix, tinker toys, and, for reasons unknown to me, the empty plastic baskets strawberries come in.
My capsule design uses bits from all these toys to make a capsule that looks like a psychedelic spaceship.
I win the contest, folks! And I even hug Thom goodbye. (Note: I am allowed to hug him; he allows himself to endure the hugging with a return pat rather than embrace.)
Whoa. And so the time capsule has been opened, four years later, and the disk has played.
Radiohead’s iconic Crying Minotaur, from the album Amnesiac.
The Minotaur has been a figure in my dreams and practice over the past six months. Lately, the waterworks are replaced with sand. My teacher says that, in Jungian terms, this is the alchemical phase of “drying up.”
My most recent dream of a dry pool: “Dream of the Mired Giant.”
My dream a month ago of a Minotaur’s crying sand: “Hypnagogic Vision of a Cow’s Skull.”
My dreamwork involving a tarot card reading that involves Radiohead: “Dreamwork and Tarot on a Moon Pool.”
Radiohead is offering a corrective to the ferocious monster by showing his actual vulnerability. He could have been a demigod; instead, he is a monster forced to live out his days and nights in the center of a maze (mandala) as a consequence of his parents’ actions. He is the image of traumatized, reactive humanity.
He should try some third chakra work. The third chakra is furnace that dries up the base material in the alchemy of self-transformation.
This morning I rose to find on Facebook that exactly a year ago, I had dreamed of Radiohead’s contest to design a time capsule containing their music: “Dream Synchronicity via Radiohead 13 June 2012.” This is an amazing synchronicity, given that it is about a record sent forward into the future, which is now.
As part of my dreamwork, namely dream reentry, two nights ago now, after hours of practice in the wee hours, I threw some cards to see if they could elucidate the dream about my being stuck in a moon-shaped pool of quicksand (really, slowsand, since there was no threat of sinking): “Dream of the Mired Giant.” Then, as I fell asleep, I had a follow-on dream that jolted me awake. First, the spread.
What the Dream Is Really About: The Chariot
The Mary-el version of this major arcana card features some wolves and Native Americans, harkening to the shamanic themes of journeying, traveling, and visual worlds (ie, the seven visible planets we see moving in the night sky). Interestingly, in my dream, the pool I was in with the giant was a moon-shaped pool, and I’ve been listening devotedly to Radiohead’s new album, A Moon Shaped Pool. The picture on the front of the album reminds me of the pool of the dream.
The Chariot card in Mary-el points to the planets, which travel around the sun, are mythologized as gods, and guide our own navigation down on this Earth. I therefore sense in this tarot reading, as in the dream, a mirror effect. In my dream, the nighttime was moonless, but the earthen pool was white, somewhat luminous, an uplight, a topsy-turvy moon. As above, so below.
This card indicates conveyance to me of great triumphal power. Others are waiting and watching to see what I will do with this power. For now, I have to turn inward. I have to shut out all distractions from my higher purpose. The card indicates that I will be traveling. Metaphorically,the transformational journey I’ve set out on must be completed. I’m to experience reality directly and not, at this point, turn this experience into labels and concepts. The sacred is direct. It has to be. I will not be able to speak of where I’m now going. I will increasingly withdraw; this retreat is integral to the process, and I’m not the true agent of this process.
Ever since I was banned from the Dharma Underground and had my final argument with Daniel, I’ve had many, many dreams featuring travel; however, despite this current reading indicating shamanic journeying, my recent dream was about my being stuck, immobile. I’ll need to think about this further, about the direct contradiction here, opposites mirroring. The dream was about being stuck in a stagnant earthen pit, whereas I should be traveling by ocean or under navigation by moon.
The appeal of the Chariot’s meaning to the gods and the heavens seems to mean I’m stuck in ratna (Earth) energy and need to strike the ground, repel it, to realize that I can fly, perhaps on astral and other planes.
What the Dream Is Not About: Five of Cups
This dream is not about any merely passing relative reality emotional wound. It is not about any one specific current interpersonal disaster.
Do This: Four of Cups
This card from the Mary-el Tarot by Marie White shows ocean waves crashing against rocks; in the foreground, a still conch shell lies on the beach. We all know that if we pick up this still and silent shell and place it near our ear, we will hear the rhythmic surge and retreat of the ocean. This card has no meaning to offer me about my dream except to point to dreaming itself. It is sending me back to the dream as dream: “No dream is without cause or meaning. This is important because it is the foundation for your consciousness.” “The shell is a dream . . . a gift from the ocean of your subconscious not to be taken lightly or repressed, but to be given reverence and just consideration.” This card advises me to peal away the layers of meaning slowly, patiently. A message will come, or has come, in the form of a dream. Look to it.
What Will Result: The Knight of Wands Reversed
Hmm. Court cards usually represent real people. This card indicates a male friend who is searching for love but who is in danger of using the shamanic power of holy flame in ways that are dark, destructive, malignant. Is this the giant who is “stuck” with me in the thick moon-shaped pool? Who is he? I’ll have to slowly, patiently, continue the dreamwork.
Dream of My Mentors
As soon as I finished this tarot reading, I fell fast asleep. Immediately, I had a dream involving my two mentors: Daniel and John. There are no pictures here except one: It is a white moon-shaped disk. It starts to spin like a vinyl record album playing in space. From some cosmic speaker, I hear my voice booming as the white disk spins: “John, Daniel contacted you, didn’t he? He responds, “Yes, he did – twice.” I bolted upright out of my bed, John’s voice still booming through my brain. Too sleepy to rise and record all this, I vowed to remember this dream in the morning. I sank back into slumber, as I’m about to do now.
I just remembered a couple of connections to moon disks: Buddhist deities are often depicted as seated on a moon disk. One of my favorite songs from A Moon Shaped Pool is titled “Desert Island Disk.” This is significant because the moon-shaped pool of my dream was a disk filled with earth. I had another recent dream of a man with a cow’s skull for a head. He was crying desert sand instead of speaking, just as the giant would not speak. Now, the cow-headed man who cried sand reminded me of Radiohead’s symbol from the album Amnesiac: A crying Minotaur.
A Minotaur is a mythic man with a bull’s head. He is imprisoned in a Labyrinth by his nominal father King Minos for being a bastard. Minos had prayed to Poseidon for a white bull, which impregnated King Minos’s queen. The Minotaur is the resulting monster who devours all humans who come into the Labyrinth to see him or hunt him. The Minotaur has been rejected and cast out by his father because he is a monster, but the rejection is actually the source of monstrosity.
John and I spoke months ago of my work on third chakra, seat of terror and rage, as requiring that I integrate my formerly polarized “inner Minotaur.”
Desert Island Disk
Now as I go upon my way
So let me go upon my way
Born of a light
Born of a light
The wind rushing round my open heart
An open ravine
In my spirit white
In my spirit light
Through an open doorway
Across a street
To another life
And catching my reflection in a window
Switching on a light
One I didn’t know
Waking, waking up from shutdown
From a thousand years of sleep
Yeah you, you know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean