Post-It on Mailbox

This was over a month ago. Outside the library near Janna's place. An old-style mailbox on a post, stuck in the grass near the sidewalk. A post-it note stuck to it read:

Why are you here? What is your address and purpose?

See the signs and all they're speaking to you... to you......

Not Really a Magical Post....

Just remembered this quote from Hal Hartley's "Surviving Desire":

Yet, every now and then, there would pass a young girl, slender, fair and desirable, arousing in young men a not ignoble desire to possess her, and stirring in old men regrets for ecstasy not seized and now forever past.

from "The Gods Will Have Blood" by Anatole France

To Exit the Tunnel, One Must Act

During meditation in GGP this morning, I had one of my usual visions of a tunnel or cavern leading me somewhere. Typically, these paths seem endless, but every once in a while I'll glimpse the light at the end. Today was one of those occasions. The tunnel stretched forward many yards and offered an exit to the right, white light glowing there. I felt that I should be able to project myself forward to this doorway - but then received word that it was not to be, that one could only go so far in this meditative state. A goal, a target can easily be sussed out in meditation. However, execution and attaining a goal must be accomplished through a will manifested in the physical realm. "Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action."

"I believe that you are sincere and good at heart. If you do not attain happiness, always remember that you are on the right road, and try not to leave it. Above all, avoid falsehood, every kind of falsehood, especially falseness to yourself. Watch over your own deceitfulness and look into it every hour, every minute. Avoid being scornful, both to others and to yourself. What seems to you bad within you will grow purer from the very fact of your observing it in yourself. Avoid fear, too, though fear is only the consequence of every sort of falsehood. Never be frightened at your own faint-heartedness in attaining love. Don't be frightened overmuch even at your evil actions. I am sorry I can say nothing more consoling to you, for love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in the sight of all. Men will even give their lives if only the ordeal does not last long but is soon over, with all looking on and applauding as though on the stage. But active love is labour and fortitude...." (from Brothers Karamazov)

A Dream, A Trance, A Woman, and A Voice

Last night I was in the middle of a dream when a woman with long, black hair stood up and said my name. The sensation was like those times when you're dreaming and you hear something in the dream, then you wake up and realize it was something from your waking reality - phone, alarm, etc. So, accordingly, I woke up. Of course, there was no one in the room and no one calling my name from outside my door or window.

I then felt myself slip into what I'll describe as a trance state. Similar to being half-awake, half-asleep. I remember seeing large, white plates or panels before me, staggered and layered into some architectural design. Each one pulsed randomly with flashes of white light. And now, a disembodied voice spoke to me. I believe it belonged to my friend Chris; I'm staying at his place right now. The voice asked, "What is the money game called?" I said, "Monopoly." "What is the word game called?" "Scrabble." It then tried to ask me a longer, more detailed question, but the words failed to form an actual sentence. It was babble. The voice tried again, with no success, words overlapping with words and on and on. I returned to a waking state and later dozed off again.

Rip, 1492

After a long walk and meditation in Golden Gate Park, I strolled back up 6th Ave. My eyes glanced at one doorway and say that someone had spray-painted:

R
I
P

in the space above the doorbell and below the address. The address: 1492.

Columbus? The New World? Ongoing personal discovery? Dunno. I feel that this is only another piece of the puzzle, or more accurately a breadcrumb that will tie into something else later....