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Molecular Magic With Yin (In the Merkaba)

        Morning of August 18, 2015. Tuesday.

        In my dream, I enter the Merkaba in a short time. As many long-term dream workers know, other than being a "blue flame" (referred to as the "blue dot", "Blue Pearl", or "blue angel" by many who know of it and the blissful "travel" and healing it provides or "twin tornadoes" when you are with a soulmate - the experience being impossible to put into words), it sometimes appears in-dream as scintillating spinning blue and silver diamond-like fields over all of a dream's setting (and has appeared as such to me since earliest memory). In this case, it is more present and vibrant than ever for whatever reason. I called it "diamond vision" when I was very young (only about four, in fact). There are a few other forms depending on where you are within it (the Blue Pearl form seems to only mainly be in consciousness rather than in-dream though), including what looks like transparent blue curtains continuously folding over each other and other forms (depending on the particular state). It seems to be the same in the majority of people who have it. If you do not have it, do not hate those who do, as I am sure there are many ways to find true love and happiness and enjoyment of life. Attitude alone has a lot to do with it as well as not allowing influence from those not worth your time (even if they are writing delusional rants about you and propagating gossip or lies at every opportunity - I have dealt with crazed liars all my life in fact, as I am sure many if not most people have).

        This dream is, quite honestly, one of the most blissful I have had in quite some time on a higher level. Very curiously it is almost the direct opposite of "World of Briars" from yesterday - and I am wondering now if there is a reason why some of this is seemingly intensifying. (This is not the first time as I often have “opposite” dreams in a two-day to one-week time period.) Zsuzsanna and I converse and I reflect very clearly on everything she says (as well as what I think and feel). I have always wondered how dreams could be this vivid and beautiful.

        There is no drama or conflict, just a bit of curious games with the environment and jumping around different subjects. More and more, I am beginning to realize that certain mentalities in what is "accepted" in society (especially on certain websites) do not add up no matter how many different ways I approach their behavior or beliefs.

        It is mainly a seemingly infinite garden, with a smooth but ground-covered path with stones on each side. There are lots of dynamic colors. Zsuzsanna (seemingly ecstatic and attractively giggling about twenty percent of the time) captures my attention several times by waving her hand and doing something to the energy of the setting, where blossoms (mainly of roses) break apart into very tiny red spheres, floating around like miniature pearls before reintegrating back into the original form. The unusual but pleasant nature of this is hard to describe.

        At one point, there is a human form made of pure ash that comes about through our incidental conversation and references to humanity. I play around with it in a similar manner as we had been sweeping the environment into tiny spheres and back into form again. "Are you human?" I laugh. "It doesn't know if it's human," I joke with Zsuzsanna. I swing my hand through it, breaking up the ash model of everyman. When I reform it, I sometimes allow smoke to come out of the form (mostly near its head and shoulders) and manipulate the rings of smoke with my fingers (though oddly, there is not the slightest hint of embers or fire, unlike other similar dreams in our past). My hands do not become coated with soot either, even though I "know" they should be.

        Although the life-sized model made of ash of human form seems to almost desecrate the otherwise "pure" landscape, I do not feel any sense of annoyance. Still, otherwise, I want to walk in this garden forever. Breathing in and out, molecules "exploding" and hovering and "pulling" back into whatever form they had just been in, like tiny little solar systems forming one large mass again.