Deer Ed wrote this on yesterday’s Coconut Telelgraph of bigpinekey.com re his one-month “vacation”:
(Ed: Thanks to all you well-wishers. I had a good time and I’m happy to be back. Computer withdrawal was tough, but I did it and saw what it was like. It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. You might have noticed that I removed the home page so if you already have a shortcut set up to the Coconut Telegraph you should change it. I say, LET THE GAMES BEGIN! … )
Hmmm. I experienced no withdrawal when Deer Ed went on vacation, was glad there was nothing to deal with there. Likewise, I had no withdrawal when I was let out of running for office last year, it was a relief! It occurred to me last night that I am fed up with spending money to try to entertain people. I thought if Deer Ed wants me to continue contributing to the Coconut Telegraph, he lets me do it like he lets everyone else do it – for free!
The Blue Paper went out of business again while Deer Ed was away. goodmorningfloridakeys.com and goodmorningkeywest.com and nakeconch.com seem to be all that’s left for people who like that sort of reporting. If you don’t like what we write, you certainly don’t have to read it. I imagine the Sloan-haters on the Coconut Telegraph will tell Ed to tell Sloan good riddance! I imagine I don’t give a shit what Deer Ed tells me. If he wants to keep me around, though, it is on his dime – equal protection and all that rot.
This amazingly ignorant comment followed Deer Ed’s report:Dreams are stories people tell themselves while they’re asleep. Humans, being superstitious creatures, tend to give them more credibility and weight than they deserve. Dreams are nothing more than our subconscious running amuck.How many times did Jesus tell people in the Gospels to wake up? To come out of their sleep? To see the delusion in which they lived? To stop being superstitious creatures running amok?
How about the dream Peter had twice in the same night of unclean animals coming down from heaven and a voice telling him something like, “Rise up, Peter, eat!” and Peter, a devout Jew, said something like, “No way, Lord.” At the end of the second dream, as I recall the telling, a Voice said something like, “Peter, why do you make unclean what I have made clean?”
The following day, a Gentile’s servant came to Peter and said his master wanted to speak with Peter and learn about Jesus. Peter then understood the dream, for Jews had nothing to do with Gentiles and viewed them as unclean. Peter went with the servant to meet the Gentile and tell him about Jesus. Thus began Peter’s ministry to Gentiles.
Every dream I now have is similarly instructive re something I am already engaged in my waking/walking life or am soon to engage there. For example, after writing a draft of my response to this ignorant Coconut Telegraph dream guru yesterday, I took a nap and had a slew of dreams showing me I had not dealt with it very well, and on waking I knew I was to make another pass at it, and maybe even more passes, which my dreams last night confirmed.
I run into Bible people ongoing who put no stock in dreams for a variety of misguided reasons, even though there are plenty of stories in the Bible about people being spoken to in dreams/their sleep by what they believed was God or angels of the Lord about something with which they were or would be engaged. Abraham and Jospeh come to mind, and especially does Daniel come to mind. I was told in my sleep in April 2006, “Remember Daniel.” I had no doubt on waking the remark meant I should pay attention to my dreams and not let anyone talk me out of it.
About two years before that, three close men friends had tried to get me to see a doctor about getting a prescription that would stop me from dreaming. One of these men had done that himself, because his dreams were tormenting him. My dreams were especially rough then, and my friends were concerned for me. I thought to myself, “Maybe they are right, I will sleep on it.” That night in my sleep, the same voice that had told me many things in my sleep, said “You need to dream, Sloan, so you will know what is really going on.”
The same voice told me in my sleep, “You are an ordained Melchizedek exorcist priest going back into a prison where you once lived to try to help other people still living there.”
The same voice told me the very next night, “You cannot do this work correctly, if you are trying to get anything back from the people you are trying to help.”
I came to understand that to mean I had to be totally detached, clinical, to the point of not even wanting friendship, love, thankyous, not to mention financial help. I came to understand the prison to be Christianity, and the three men who had tried to talk me into getting a prescription to stop my dreams were but three of a lot of people still living in that prison, whom I would try to help. Try. I do not think I got anywhere with them.
The same voice told me in 2001, “You will fail, but you might enter the Kingdom of God.” I came to understand that to mean I would fail by this world’s measure.
The same voice told me three nights before 911, “Will you make a prayer for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity?” I awoke, asked for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity.
The same voice told me one year to the day later in my sleep, “Will you make a prayer for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity?” That time, still asleep, I asked for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity, then added, “And let it begin in me!” First take the beam out of my own eye, is how I read that. It was not pleasant, what followed.
When I hear that voice, it is not in a dream, but only in my sleep. I hear that voice maybe four times a year. Instructive dreams, which are encoded, happen every time I fall asleep. There is no my escaping such dreams.
I have worked with many people around their dreams, who were open to that. In all cases, their dreams were messages to them about themselves and/or people around them, including me. Sometimes their dreams were only about me, for them to understand me better, or for me to understand them better and/or to understand better how to try to help them. Which causes me to wonder if the person who wrote this comment to the Coconut Telegraph is plagued by dreams and came up with his/her outlook to try to feel better, instead of taking his/her dreams as instructive messages?
It was dreams, my and another person’s, who does not live in the Keys, that drew me back into Robert Krukto’s case after I was just about ready to wash my hands of him after he lined up with the squawking anti-Sloan birds on the Coconut Telegraph, causing me to wonder if anything he had ever told me about his case was true?
For those on the Coconut Telegraph who did not follow my ravings while Deer Ed was off on holiday, I was shown a man in a dream, I didn’t know him, and I told him he could be the Christ. A few hours after waking, I wondered if the man in the dream was Robert Krutko? I had never met him and did not know what he looked like. I went online and found Robert’s county jail mug shot, and he looked like the fellow in the dream.
According to the Gospels, Jesus was crucified for no good reason by people who did not like him, then he was resurrected, and today it is said he will return to judge the living and the dead. I wrote of that in a post during Deer Ed’s vacation and opined that perhaps Robert Krutko might fit that description for Key West.
I am convinced God has weighed in on the Krutkos’ side in their lawsuit against Key West. Does that mean the Krutkos will prevail? I have no clue and make no prediction. Just as I made no prediction how the .5 mil tax for school operations referendum would turn out, for I had no clue how it would go.
Of Larry Murray, I wrote this in yesterday’s post, after learning the referendum had won in a landside:
“Larry … is a candidate for both the School Board and the Superintendent of Schools job. He might have soe serious ‘splaining to do after coming out on the losing side of the .5 mil referendum.”
“My ‘splaining is simple: vox populi, vox Dei.”
I did not expect to hear Larry confess he went against both the people and against God by opposing the referendum, but that is what it looks to me Larry confessed, in Latin, the language of the Roman Catholic Church priesthood. I seldom see the voice of the people line up with the Voice of God, but it sure looks to me the two were one on the passage of the school referendum.
A few days ago, I described a dream of Key West attorney Robert Cintron speaking to me in a way that on waking caused me to think it was a go to publish something I had received only the day before from a Keys watchdog about FEMA, which I named “FEMA attacks the Florida Keys.” After reading it, Todd German called and said there must be no coincidences; The Citizen was soon to publish an editorial on the same subject. Todd sits on The Citizen Editorial Board.
It is so rare that it might be almost never that I put up a post that has not been edited, often seriously edited in my dreams. Not just in what I am to post am I edited in my dreams. On everything important, even if I don’t feel it is important, am I edited in my dreams, as if I have a wise raven, or a wise owl, or both, sitting on my shoulders, scrutinizing everything that comes my way, and how I want to respond to it.
I am scrutinized even when there is no time to sleep on it. In the moment of responding to something that grabs my soul and emotions, the angels who ride herd on me have a variety of ways of checking me, if they wish to do so – as in, I am screwing up and need to change my tact.
I wrote once in a post of going to a candidate forum on Big Pine Key, and after the county commission candidates had done their part, I decided to leave, only to start receiving a sharp pain down my entire left arm. I ignored it, got into my car, drove off. The pain continued. I turned around, headed back to the forum, and by the time I reached where it was, the pain was gone. I went back inside, heard what I needed to hear re the School Board races, and left again. The pain did not return.
When I wrote of that in a post, Todd German and Jim Henrick became alarmed, insisted I rush to see a cardiologist. Jim offered to drive me to a cadiologist he knew in the Miami area. I did not rush to see a cardiologist, because I knew the angels had caused the pain to let me know I had trangressed something important to the heart by leaving the forum too soon; something I had no way of knowning I would hear before I heard it.
I met Sandy Downs in much the same way, but it was more complicated.
Driving down US 1 to Key West from my place on Little Torch in early 2007, I passed a few people at a bus stop on Cudjoe Key. Sometimes I stopped an asked people at bus stops if they wanted a ride, but this time I didn’t stop. Immediately, the most awful sensation started up in the left side of my neck and brain and left eye and down my left side. I drove maybe two hundred yards before turning around and heading back to that bus stop. By the time I got there, the awful sensation had gone away.
On the way down to Key West, we got to talking about a bunch of stuff, as usually happens when I pick up people on US 1, which I still do frequently. By and by, one of them asked if I knew Sandy Downs, because some of what I told them about myself reminded him of her. I said I had heard of her, had been told I should meet her, but had not been able to find her telephone number in the phone book. They said they worked for her and her husband in their tree company.
By the time I let them out at Publix, in Key West, I had given them copies of HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale, which had only just been published. They said they would give Sandy a copy. Maybe six months later, I got an email from Sandy saying she had been looking all over for how to get in touch with me. She gave her phone number, I called her, we had lunch at Coco’s Cantina on Cudjoe. She talked me to death. God, the stories she had. All of which, eventually, I would get in up to my eyeballs and would write about them.
Sandy said she had loved HEAVY WAIT, and had given it to her father, who lived in a smallish town in Kentucky, and he had loved it. Thus began my friendship with a woman the likes of whom I doubt God ever made another. A woman who has had a few dreams about me, for me. As has a younger man who attends the church in Key West Morgan McPherson started, now pastored by his brother Michael and their parents, had dreams about me, for me. As do other people have dreams about me, for me, and I for them.
The terrible thing about dreams, I have concluded, is we have no conscious control over them; they come because they want to come, and because they want us to see and hear them, and feel them, and relate to them. It is my impression that people who do not remember their dreams are closed own in the part of their psyche where dreams occur. They probably dream, but the transmission line is crimped or severed, and the dreams don’t come through.
Shamans I have met and have read about would be totally lost without their dreams.
The “real people” in the amazing book Mutant Message Down Under, Australian aborigines who lived in the old way, contended dreamtime is the real time and waking/walking time is a distortion of the real time. The real people would tell the poster to the Coconut Telegraph that he/she is running amok completely out of sync with reality, which is why he/she is a mutant and they are real people. I met two members of that tribe when I was in Australia in 1995.
Dream time is a parallel universe to waking/walking time, but the two universes are connected, flip sides of the same coin, so to speak. What happens in one universe affects the other universe, which is why it is so terribly important to be conscious of and respect both universes, which this world and its ways makes very hard for most people to do, especially if those people use narcotics, including tobacco, booze, marijuana, as well as the more high octane stuff, natural and laboratory-made.
Also disrupting the bridge between the two universes is serious soul wounding, which can close down entire parts of a person’s psyche. Religious practices, including Christendom’s, can cause tremendous psyche or soul shut down. As can modern education practices, especially those used in America. So much focus on the rational mind, the intellect, the left brain (rather, a small part of the left brain), and so little focus on the whole person.
The most important and largest part of the human brain is the heart, and nearly as large and important is the spine and gut. Every part of a human being, in the purest state, is part of the human brain, yet most human beings today are so mutated away from full brain function that there is no real hope for them in this life time, short of having done to them what was done to and for this mutant. Alas, such treatment would kill nearly all mutants before or after it drove them totally insane.
This inane comment also was on yesterday’s Coconut Telegraph:
Christians believe there is an actual a parallel universe, some might even say they believe in 2 parallel universes – Heaven and Hell. Hell, Catholics even believe in 3 parallel universes – Heaven, Hell and Purgatory. They all get grouchy when you remind them of that.
Don’t know why they get grouchy, maybe they don’t like New Age lingo, which parallel universe talk tends to be. What seems to get Christians and Catholics grouchy when I speak to them of their religion is when I tell them what Jesus was all about was showing people the correct way to live, which was their salvation, and not what the church has been selling instead for 2000 years.
A Christian scholar from Big Pine Key, with whom I from time sometimes converse, inevitably gets around to discussing his view of God and the Bible, but darn if I recall him ever quoting Jesus about anything. He really likes Paul and also Timothy. He is convinced the Jesus reported in the Gospels is not in play today, but was only right for that time, and because he was not heard, we are in the mess we have today, and when he comes back, he will be very different, but meanwhile, we don’t have to live as that Jesus said to live, which was so steep that the churches all would go out of business if that Jesus was all they pedaled for tips.
As I wrote in a post while Deer Ed was resting and pondering the future of the Coconut Telegraph:
“That Christians still wage human wars indicates they do not understand the war Jesus waged and taught others to wage – within.”
I tried, it did not seem successfully, to present that view to the Christian scholar on Big Pine Key, along with my sense that the Sufi sect of Islam, he had brought Islam up, also views the walk with God as direct, personal, and excruciating, and there is no instant salvation, magic pill forumla, and the Muslim jihadists today no more understand their Sufi relatives than Christians who make war today understand Jesus. The fact is, whether they like it or not, Christians, by the very act of claiming Jesus as Lord, are automatically held to a considerably higher standard than people who do not claim Jesus as Lord.
Jesus said that in the Gospels, when he told his disciples, better they never heard of him, than hear what he had to say and not do it; they would be like the foolish man who built his house on sand and when the flood came the house fell down and how great was that fall! To his own disciples Jesus said that, of them. And many other unkind things he said to them, of them, hoping somehow to get their attention because they would be his emissaries after he left them and he hoped they would stay true to what he was and had tried to teach them about the “parallel universes” and that “The Kingdom of God is not of this world.”
There was one other uninformed comment on yesterday’s Coconut Telegraph that seems related to today’s raving:
“I just pray there will be no more of the political bull crap and lies no one wants to read.”
If you don’t want to read political bull crap and lies, don’t read them. Meanwhile, I wager that as long as superstitious human beings run amok in just one of the many universes they could live in, there will be mucho political bull crap, religious bull crap, and lies for people to read, and nothing will really change other than faces and names and distorted renditions of history and bizarre explanations of God.
Political commentators, From The Right on the Coconut Telegraph, for example, but it just as well could be From The Left, will continue to rant, rave, hold forth, parade statistics, and nothing will change. New political parties will come and go, and nothing will change. New religions will come and go, and nothing will change. Mutants don’t change, unless God changes them. Same with chronic homeless people, narcotic addicts, as defined above. Same with all “addictions” mutants glom onto.
The lady shaman, who with her fellow had Christmas dinner with me at Walden, said she really liked the energy here. I like the energy here, too. When I stand in the middle of this wooded one acre, I don’t even feel like I’m in the Keys. It doesn’t even look like the Keys. Some days I don’t go anywhere. It may well be the only buildable lot of its kind in the Keys.
Maybe the lady shaman did something unseen. I started sprucing the place up a bit, inside the trailer, the front porch, and the gardens. I started eating more mineral-laden vegetables, many of which I am growing. I started eating seaweed again, which I mostly get from Good Food Conspiracy on Big Pine Key.
Maybe this means I might be here a while longer. Maybe this means I will start wanting to be here a while longer. Maybe the Sloan-haters will be pleased to hear that, since they seem to need to read what I am told in dreams to write. Maybe the Sloan haters will grow in number, maybe they will become legion. I would take that as a good omen, as a sign I am doing what I am supposed to be doing.
Meanwhile, I see in The Citizen today (keysnews.com) that Judge David Audlin, who had Robert Krukto extradited over a civil case filed by Michael Halpern, has ruled he does not have jurisdiction to decide on electricity being run out to No Name Key. Judge Audlin ruled the state Public Service Commission (PSC) has exclusive juristiction over Keys Energy Services and where it can run power. However, I seriously doubt PSC has any jurisdiction whatsoever over Monroe County, or over its Comprehensive Plan, and cannot order Monroe County to cooperate with Keys Energy or with No Name Key property owners who want electricity run out there.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN, INDEED!
Al Morgan
Here is what inmates in their mental institution must look like…
