Ah, dreams and roundabouts and SHOCKS!
And primeval conSciousness. Funny how it all comes together sometimes, a synchronicity. You can't make them happen, you have to wait, but then you get the smell in the air and you know one's around so, you do something, say something, anything.
Sometimes the dreaming is not clear, you remember little of the misty images, but somehow, things just fall into place in your head, right after you wake up, as if that blurry chaos of forms and no forms, SUDDENLY crystallizes like one of those 3D pictures and you see it as clear as day. And Gnosis arises and saves.
And roundabouts. My grandson likes me to sometimes go all around the roundabout once again, just for fun. Not sure whether I should be doing it but I do it anyway, I have a little boy in me still.
The article about Kali, etc, worth a read for the images it holds and one person's dreaming through them, the STORY they make of them, the MYTHOS.
Even the mythos of leader's of all sorts and their stories, from Putin to Obama, from Mother Theresa to Pol Pot, from Buddha to Churchill, from some PNG tribe leader to the Queen of England.
Kali, Little Red Riding, wolves, Grandmas and Obama, all rolled up into a chaos, a 'fizz'. [BTW Who's the "Fizz?".]
JUMP into the chaos, if you dare? Believe madly something is there, who knows, you might just find it? Or sit there fizzing.
&Karoly is a jumper and still jumping! Onya Karoly.
Chen "The Thunderclap Yi 51.
"Thunderclap follows thunderclap
The seeking man is fearful and apprehensive.
He cultivates his good qualities
and examines his faults.
When the thunder comes,
be on your guard,
yet smile and talk cheerfully.
When the thunder terrifies everyone
within a hundred miles,
be like the sincere worshipper
who does not drop the sacred implements."
[adapted from Sam Reifler's trans.]