I’m not sure what set it off, but long-time readers will remember that I’ve had occasional dreams that have had what’s seemingly “prophetic content.”
The last “biggie” I had was before the Gulf of Mexico oil disaster, which I wrote up as having aspects of oil/petroleum industry, murder, file, and warehouse which was posted here some 18-hours before the events. (I’d put it up, but I took down the old site…though if you’re studious, it’s likely in archives on the net somewhere.)
The dream overnight was weird because it involved Elaine and I planning to go somewhere over a holiday (which we are, so nothing special there) but it also involved an Elvis Presley type singer who was belting out…
In the Harriers
Down on the carriers
holding on the deck…
And – making this even stranger – was the presence of a female officer in charge who was making this decision and a sense that something was going very badly and it might somehow impact our flying plans (Elaine and me). Oh, and where the carrier involved was seemed pretty warm.
Is this strange, or what?
Needless to say, I’ve asked Grady to add the words “carrier” and “Harrier” to our www.nostracodeus.com project that’s searching of the internet for rising and falling word use.
Admittedly, the odds of a female-in-charge telling the Harriers on a carrier to remain on the flight deck leading to (some negative outcome) which ripples widely is an incredibly low probability, so ifs something comes of it, well….
And if not, it gets me to the other idea that came along with this little IMAX-like mental event: The idea that as Earth goes hurtling around in space, we run into invisible clouds of thought or expression of how the Universe works.
So, for example, we could be transiting (the last 20,000 years, or so, plus or minus a weekend) through an area of space where people pick-up (sort of like tuning forks) certain kinds of behaviors. “Resonance of humans.”
As such, you wouldn’t need to actually employ any of your (traditional) five senses. Your other senses (there may be six, or more additional ones as science keeps finding out more capabilities feeding the mind inside the skin-bag) aren’t even needed to pick up on the Noumenon. It just is…and we’re all “tuning forks” –like it or not – and it’s an interesting notion around holiday time.
How does this “striking of that which resonates humans work? Wikipedia’s discussion of the Noumenon is worth a look:
The noumenon /?n?u?m?n?n/ is a posited object or event that is known (if at all) without the use of the senses.[1] The term is generally used in contrast with, or in relation to “phenomenon“, which refers to anything that appears to, or is an object of, the senses. In Ancient philosophy, the noumenal realm was equated with the world of ideas known to the philosophical mind, in contrast to the phenomenal realm, which was equated with the world of sensory reality, known to the uneducated mind.[2] Much of modern philosophy has generally been skeptical of the possibility of knowledge independent of the senses, and Immanuel Kant gave this point of view its classical version, saying that the noumenal world may exist, but it is completely unknowable to humans. In Kantian philosophy the unknowable noumenon is often linked to the unknowable “thing-in-itself” (Ding an sich, which could also be rendered as “thing-as-such” or “thing per se“), although how to characterize the nature of the relationship is a question yet open to some controversy.
Which is where, perhaps, George’s “tuning fork” was pointing this morning – to the idea that we all go through our own assemblage points (thanks, Castaneda) of whatever it is that makes up the sharp pointy of here and now which slides down the wave front of the Eternal Now.
Dreams (and thoughts throughout the day) likely have these little “tuning fork” moments and relationships are perhaps in one sense, just shared mutual tuning fork striking.
Suppose – the End of Worlders are right. Noumenal world make it possible to simply transit to a different area of space-time where we don’t need to consciously go collectively nuts. We’re just struck: and in an instant what will seem a mass madness arrives. Cheery, huh?
End Times Note: Watch February 22, 2014
A timely headline – which few but the Rune throwers may appreciate – is how we are at a time when a lot of the world’s religions are talking End Times.
While everyone has been standing-by for the return of Jesus, and Muslims are on the lookout for the arrival of the 12th Imam. we find it a rather bothersome little nit to realize that as many of Nostradamus’ predictions would fit nicely in here too (e.g. Black King, etc) not to mention the fact that we now have yet another big marker coming 89-days from now:
This is when the god Odin gets killed by Fenrir the wolf and things go very badly for humans.
Oh, pay particular attention to the big “noise-makers” due, as well.
In Biblical texts, Revelations 8:6 says “Then the seven angels who had the seven trumpets prepared to sound them…” And in this account linked above of the Norse legend, we are also told to expect some kind of big horn which will call the “sons of Odin” off to the final battle.
In Biblical accounts, Gabriel is the trumpeter but as Wikipedia notices: “In Islamic tradition, though not specified in the Qur’an, the trumpeter sounding the trump of doom[21] is not Gabriel, but Israfil.”
So one questions is whether Israfil has anything to do with the trumpet calling the sons of Odin, too?
There seem to be many points of agreement among major religions pointing to a terrible racket to come at the end of things, along with all their differences, as well. But, when the points of agreement seem to herald similar kinds of things, it occurs to me to go shopping on the off chance that the noumenal world has given us signs and portents of what’s to come in phenomenal world.
In the interests of science, I’ve made a note this morning to call Bose and ask “Are ya’ll’s Bose® QuietComfort® 15 Acoustic Noise Cancelling® Headphones End Times Certified?”
I’m not planning to depart in 2014…or many years there after, but in the meantime, when it comes to trumpet players, have you ever heard of Lee Morgan?
Here…try some of Morgan’s “Sidewinder” – it’s the kind of music I grew up with. Along with tunes like Freddie Hubbard and Art Blakley (Jazz Messengers) doing Moanin’. I gotta wonder if they can keep out this final trumpet stuff?
I’ll pass on the Big Trumpet for now. Besides, anyone looking for Tribulations doesn’t need to look further than the alarm clock and calendar. It’s Monday and pretty damn early.
That’s punishment enough.
Still, Time Flows Oddly (Wu)
I was asking last week if anyone else has noticed time flowing strangely. Either getting incredible amounts of stuff done in “no time” or getting nothing done in large time blocks? Reader “am” sees it:
I too have noticed a great variability in the subjective nature of time over the last few years. It has been more pronounced lately. I forget where, but I remember some philosopher opining that time was like water. Yes, it flows,( but more or less can flow down the river depending on the weather, snow melt, etc.)
Not sure what time weather is, but it has been a bit tempestuous of late.
Like regular water, you can surf it.