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Life’s Jigsaw – Fixety or Infinity
Posted by Doctapaul in Personal, Quirky Ideas, Soundbytes of Wisdom, Visions and Dreams on January 26, 2012
Existentialism: Life’s jigsaw has an infinite number of pieces, only if we restrict ourselves to adhering to the maxim of infinity.
Shine on…!
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Paul C Burr
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Happy 2012 – something that made me LOL – too good not to share.
Posted by Doctapaul in Fun and Laughs, Visions and Dreams on January 4, 2012
I woke up last night to find the ghost of Gloria Gaynor standing at the foot of my bed.
At first I was afraid…….then I was petrified
Shine on…!
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Paul C Burr
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The Law of Attraction: Heaven on Earth
Posted by Doctapaul in Healing, Life's Changes, Personal, Pitfalls I've Fallen Into, Self Development, Soundbytes of Wisdom, Uncategorized, Visions and Dreams on November 27, 2011
A learned friend sent me a message that coincided spookily with an experience I’d had during the night before. Her message read,
“If we do not desire something or feel a pleasant emotion about it, we do not strive to make it happen.
Passion is your power for manifestation.”
A lot of my friend’s messages arrive when I need her wisdom most. Here’s what happened the night before.
Before I went to sleep I pleaded with spirit that I’d had enough of my desire loops. I sought help. I wanted guidance because whatever I was doing wasn’t working. I fell into a deep sleep but not for long.
I entered into a dreamworld of turmoil and darkness, inside a huge complex ethereal machine. Cogs and wheels ground away but all seemed to work against one another. Parts kept stuttering and jamming. Then they would attempt to reverse out of gear to get going again – like the inside of a huge faulty printer trying to unjam itself. The machine had almost had almost ground to a halt, almost but not completely. I awoke.

Picture sourced from manbehindthecurtain
An archangel helped me. We spoke of my desires and delineated those which belong to the upper echelons, of my desire world, from the lower. She asked me to focus on that which I really wanted in my heart of hearts. At the same time she asked me to focus on all the anger, sadness, fear and guilt I associated with NOT having what I desired.
She taught me to raise, up to spirit, all the anger, sadness, fear and guilt for one particular yearning I craved for. I became aware that releasing fear came with a consequence. I would be obliged to choose courage. mmm!?!
Nonetheless I completed her instruction. But then came the surprise. She instructed me to now raise my desire to spirit and let that go too. I paused whilst I realised that releasing desire to spirit, especially the desire for something so important to me, wasn’t easy. I had wanted that wish to come true badly.
The angel waited patiently whist I dwelt on the realisation that spirit manifests form. “Aha!” I thought. I awakened to the logic of my angel’s instruction. Spirit can only manifest a desire I own if I give it up to spirit. If I hold on to it, I offer spirit nothing to work on.
For the first time in my life I now understood, in my heart, Gandhi’s words: “ A burning passion coupled with absolute detachment is the key to all success. ”
I raised my palms upward above my head and raised my heart’s desire to spirit. I said it forcefully. Just in case I added the phrase, rather amateurishly, “and I really mean it!” I wanted to demonstrate my commitment to my words.
I released my desire with all the heart I could muster. I realised suddenly how my desires had dominated my erstwhile thought world. Prior, when I yearned, or felt fearful about not receiving what I yearn for, I was in a future dream world. When I became angry, sad or felt I must be unworthy, about not getting what I yearn for, I’d been living a past memory. I’d spent little time in the present tense, the here and now, the path on which life takes place.
My passion for life was being held back. My friend’s message made me realise some words of ancient wisdom I’d pondered upon for years.
“In order to journey the path, you must develop a passion for the path (life), not your destination. You become the path.”
I thanked both my magical friends – for the abundance I’d been blessed with – two angels, one in spirit form, one in human form.
They’d taught me the secret ways of heaven on earth.
Happy Friday
Posted by Doctapaul in Fun and Laughs, Visions and Dreams on September 16, 2011
What did the inflatable school teacher say to the inflatable schoolboy, who brought a drawing pin into the inflatable school?
Image courtesy of BBC
“You let me down. You let the school down. But worst of all, you let yourself down.”
Have a great weekend! 🙂
Ω
Shine on…!
Paul C Burr
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The Role of the Seer
Posted by Doctapaul in Life's Changes, Personal, Self Development, Soundbytes of Wisdom, Visions and Dreams on September 8, 2011
For most of us. life’s journey is a long and winding path.
Maybe you don’t see the way and feel lost. Maybe you only see a few steps in front of you. Maybe you see many. You see all the possibilities in life open to you.
You become visionary, a see-er, a seer.
Image from Sacred Gates Art Shop.
A seer doesn’t see the future. A seer sees within. They can see inside themselves and see the steps they need to take, for their own life’s journey. They see the consequences of inaction. They see the consequences of inappropriate or unhelpful action. They see the best course of action and take it.
The more accomplished a seer becomes in mapping and taking their own journey, the more they can help and the more others they can help too.
A seer teaches us to see for ourselves. A seer helps us to see the choices (and consequences) we give ourselves. Seers help us to become seers for ourselves.
They don’t need to be perfect. They don’t need to have grandiose qualifications. They just need to be higher or better at it than the people who come to them for help.
The seer’s role is to lead others to be as good, if not better, than they are at Love. Once they’ve accomplished this feat, their job is done.
Supernova – visible in northern sky for 9 nights!
Posted by Doctapaul in Astrology, Current Affairs & The Economy, Visions and Dreams on September 7, 2011
The recently discovered supernova in M101 (the Pinwheel Galaxy, in the Plough constellation) should be visible through binoculars over the next 9 days.
When it’s cloudless, look to the northern sky. Go to a local spot with low surrounding light pollution. Look for the Plough Constellation. Follow Star 3 to Star 2 and keep going. There you should find an exploding dwarf star that sucked the energy out of a neighbouring big star, too much too quickly, and “burst” – 21 million years ago.
Shine on!
@paulburr
This June 9, 2005 NASA false-color picture shows the supernova remnant of Cassiopeia A.
The Castle
Posted by Doctapaul in Visions and Dreams on August 15, 2011
“There’s been a lot of hurt,
I’ve seen a lot o’ pain.
One thing’s for sure,
Your time, this time
Is back again.”
……..inspired by “The Messiah Will Come Again”, Roy Buchanan [1].
(Photograph of Tynemouth Castle, where I was raised, from newcastlephotos.blogspot.com)
His face was solemn not grim. As tradition has it, he wore a long dark robe, but no scythe, no outstretched skeletal hand.
He came through the window. I stared up into the bowed, hooded face. I acknowledged his purpose silently. “OK, let’s go” I nodded. My guide’s face turned a polite friendly smile as he took me up into the night sky.
We travelled north. We reached Rothbury, the place of my birth, in the heart of Northumberland. It was a bright sunshine dawn, 31st July 1951, over 60 years ago. The castle stood by the River Coquet, set amongst the Simonside Hills.
As we approached the sandstone walls, a lady walking, came the other way. She approached her car, sharing a few pleasantries with my guide, as she got into her green Morris Minor and drove off.
“Who is she?” I inquired. “Oh, she’s a Guardian Angel, heading to the local hospital” came the reply. We walked on.
“We are going to heaven aren’t we?” A big smile and a knowing chuckle was all I got.
We entered a courtyard, the size of half a football pitch. People were gathering, milling; exchanging curious, friendly and nervous greetings. Before us stood a group of young women. One of the women, seemed familiar. Like from a photograph.
“Kiss one another!” instructed my guide, to me and the woman who looked familiar, “see what happens!”. The woman and I smiled at one another. We raised our eyebrows, and after a short nod of mutual approval, we obliged. We embraced in a suitably affectionate kiss, not too short and not too long. We took a step back. A moment later – woooooaaaahhhhh! It was like all the kisses I’d ever been kissed, packed into a 10-15 second rocket trip.
The kiss was beautiful. “Wow, this place is amazing”, I shrieked. “It can be everything you want it to be”, my guide replied. My guide and I walked on.
Passing a field, I noticed beautiful large fruit, deep red, luscious. A farmer with a silent tractor was tending the crop. “Strange, to have tractors here (being uncertain where here actually was); what about carbon emissions” I asked “and why is that farmer toiling?” “That’s no ordinary tractor”, my guide assured me, “it runs on the continuous energy from the Sun. Tending and sharing fruit is the farmer’s choice. It is a labour of love.”
“C’mon” he said, “let’s get you to the hospital. It’s been a long journey and your spiritual body’s atoms are still a wee bit out of kilter. You’ll be as right as rain, by morning.”
I awoke refreshed and chose to explore, alone. I went into the depths of the castle and found myself walking down a street that reminded me of ancient Rome; cobbles, little terraced houses. At its far end I saw an entrance to a dark cave. In the entrance stood a large lion, with a huge mane of black hair. “Uh-oh”, I turned to head the other way, only to notice a lioness walking toward me. I started to panic. I made my way into a house, BUT it had huge glassless window frames. I ducked under a table and hid. Just then, my guide walked in. “Come with me” he said, “let’s go to the changing rooms.”
We went into small building across the road and waited in the hallway, with shower cubicles and a changing room annexe at one end. Out of the annexe stepped a man and his wife. I recognised the black whiskered eyebrows they both had in common. Acknowledging my guide, they smiled me a friendly hello and left. “They have been shape shifting” my guide explained. “On earth they have been lions many times and enjoy the freedom. So they come here to be.” “Let’s explore”.
My guide and I passed through fields where we saw people at play. Finally we came to a field where two knights were in combat, sword to sword. Eventually one knight dealt a crucial blow, felling the other. “Woe” I said “this can’t be right, people slicing one another up?”
“That’s no ordinary sword” my guide replied. “It’s a spiritual sword of Truth and those knights are spiritual bodies. A quick trip to the hospital and the fallen knight will be fit and ready to fight again. These knights are the guardians of The Truth, The Grail. They have fought many battles on earth. to keep its secret secure. For only he who is borne of Truth can know the secret of The Grail. (Only Arthur, borne of truth, could extract the sword from the stone.) The knights keep their skills sharp, retain their wisdom of, and practice in, battle – ready when needed.
“It’s time we went to the Assignment Room” my guide instructed.
Following, I entered what looked like a small very old fashioned shop. On the wall, inside, hung a huge and complex flow chart connecting people’s names, events and outcomes. The parts could be moved around like a child’s sliding puzzle. So that people, events and outcomes could be brought together ata specifci time. The whole history and future of mankind was mapped out. Administrators were constantly making adjustments – as they pushed around the parts, sliding them up and down into the right pattern.
There on a small plaque in the middle of the chart, I read my name, ‘Paul C Burr’. “Why me?” I inquired.
“You have a role to fulfill, a contract. Now it is time that you return and fulfill that contract.” The guide replied.
“But what is my contract?” I inquired.
“Continue to write, for now. You’ll find out, when the time is right,” my guide replied.
“Go in peace!”
I thanked my guide for the wisdom and quest. As I headed back I suddenly realised the coincidence that my favourite band for many years is called The Grateful Dead. Coincidence? Maybe not.
Ω
Shine on…!
Paul C Burr
5th May 2009 (revised 15th August 2011)
[1] Roy Buchanan (September 23, 1939 – August 14, 1988) was an American guitarist and blues musician. He is noted for his use of note bending, volume swells, staccato runs, and pinch harmonics. Buchanan was a pioneer of the Telecaster sound. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Buchanan )



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