Angel of Death
2005.05.23. 03:19
If You´re laying down to sleep... To rest a little... With your body.. With your soul...
He is watching over your body.. Over your soul... Watching over your dreams.. The Angel of Death
Pastel on black paper
IT'S ALL THE
SAME SO DULL SO PLAIN I NEED THE SPARK THE FLAME TO DRAG ME OUT MY
INSANE, OF MY INSANE
ONLY YOU AND ME FACE TO FACE COME AND LEAD
ME TO ANOTHER PLACE
A CIRCLE IS MY MIND A TRIANGLE IS MY SOUL I
MOVE ONLY BEHIND I MUST BE REBORN AS A WHOLE
CHORUS ONLY YOU AND ME FACE TO FACE COME AND LEAD ME TO ANOTHER
PLACE WHERE I CAN TASTE THE BLACK OF PURITY NOTHING MORE NOTHING
LESS ESCAPE OR SEEK A CARESS AFTER DARK I FEEL I SMELL THE PAIN I
REVIVE AND HEAL AND THIS IS MY GAIN
IT CALLS ME NEAR YOU SOME
COSMIC WILL I WANT TO HOLD YOU THE LUST TO FEEL
IT'S ALL THE
SAME SO DULL, SO PLAIN I NEED THE SPARK, THE FLAME TO DRAG ME OUT OF MY
INSANE, OF MY INSANE
CHORUS
Sleep of
the Angels, Rotting Christ,- AFTER DARK I
FEEL
How do *YOU* know that you aren't
really dreaming, right now?
" Your answer to that
question shows how enlightened you are...or aren't; so think it through. It can
be a fun debate to get into with your friends, especially if they remember
enough of their dreams to know how vivid and tricky they can be. I had this
debate with my son, J.C., and started it simply by asking him how he knew he was
awake? He rolled his eyes and said, "Mommmmm, of course I'm awake! I'm standing
here, aren't I?" "Yes, but how do you know you aren't dreaming that you are
standing there?" (flustered) "C'mon, Mom! Here, I'll pinch myself...see, I'm
awake!" "How do you know you aren't dreaming that you're pinching
yourself?" "BECAUSE I FELT IT!" "Ahh, yes...but how can you prove that you
aren't dreaming that you felt it?" By now he's getting really irritated,
to my delight. He spent the rest of the night trying to prove to me that he was
actually awake and not dreaming, but of course I stood my ground and kept asking
him to prove it. Eventually, he grumpily understood that it isn't that easy to
prove that one is awake. It's sortof like that old question of whether a tree
falling in the forest without anyone around makes a sound or not. If no one can
hear it, then how can it be a sound? I tend to lean towards the side that says
there are sound waves created by the event, and animals around hear the sound
and if they could they would testify to that fact, but there's always somebody
around who will argue the flip side effectively, too. It all boils down to being
a moot point about perception and reality. Which came first; the chicken or the
egg? I really hate that question! Let's move on...
When we are dreaming, we often take the most
bizarre images and characters for granted and don't even show suprise. Somehow,
the purple giraffe in our living room just belongs there, and we don't clue in
to the fact that we are dreaming. Have you ever had your alarm go off, but
incorporate it into your dream as a fire alarm buzzer or something like that? My
boss didn't quite know what to think about that excuse, but it really was a
frequent occurence in my dreams! I finally got to the point in which I had to
have a back-up alarm. Our dreaming mind will often take outside noises and
incorporate them into dream symbols so we don't wake up, especially if we are
abnormally tired and really need the rest. When one wants to start becoming
aware within a dream and lucid dream, they have to overcome these tendencies to
accept the bizarre as normal waking-life occurences, and see them for the dream
images that they really are. It is only then that we can master the lucid dream.
Another way of looking at it is this way: how
often have you realized you were dreaming in the middle of a dream, but up until
then you were taking it for granted that the dream was actually your
reality?
Things that make you go...Hmmmmm...
How observant are you in your reality? Did you notice
what the smiley face was doing, above? "
by ZenCyn
Lucid Dreaming - Homepage (click!)
The great Taoist master Chuang Tzu once
had a realistic dream that he was a butterfly. He lived the life of a butterfly,
gathering nectar and flying in an insect's world. In the dream he had no
awareness of his waking life, and individuality as a person. He was only a
butterfly. Suddenly, he awoke and found himself laying in his own bed, a person
once again. But then he thought to himself, "Was I before a man who dreamt about
being a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly who dreams about being a
man?"
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