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Dreamed that I was helping a group of people fight off some form of menace. Near the end, I was handing out computer peripheral cables that were meant to be used as weapons or tools. It was all we had left. Everything else had been consumed in the earlier encounters and battles. The only people left were a woman, some kids and a few others who stayed back in the shadows. There was a sense of it feeling good that everything was nearly over, that there was little left to be done. I awoke remembering handling out the cables, but couldn't recover much of the early parts of the dream.

I went to bed early last night after I'd come back from a trip to the bookstore. I decided to not go dancing, but to stay home and read. Picked up a Year's Best collection of SciFi stories. I remembered that I'd read the original of the first story when I was about half way through it. It was a good story about a dog that had been well trained to be a fighting canine. He was the best and the brightest, and managed to survive an ambush that wiped out his entire company. It was a compelling fantasy.

Also picked up the Almaas book, Facets of Unity. Deals with the enneagram and its relationship to a cluster of Holy Ideas. GH had indicated that I should read about point nine first, that doing so would help make sense of the rest of the work. I can see just from looking at point nine why she thought the book would interest me.

The basic thrust of the writing is that there is a Holy Idea associated with each point on the enneagram that gets subverted by how we "hold" that idea--what distortion we bring to that idea based on our conditioning, beliefs, personal ideas, etc. In order to recover for ourselves the "truth" behind each idea, we have to let go of our egocentric notions and allow the radiance of the essence of the idea to fill our consciousness--that's what I seem to have gathered so far.

The work is infused and highlighted by notes and comments by Oscar Ichazo, the founder of the Arica Institute (voice from the distant past). Haven't fully read all on point nine so far, but it does have my attention.

Took daughter and L to lunch today for daughter's birthday. Daughter is charged and engaged with her studies and plans. Was good to see her that way. She's applying to go to San Diego State in the Fall of '06. I'm sure she's on her way.

Evening slides quietly over the end of the daylight hours. The winds keep whirling and knocking some early Fall leaves from the trees. I read and sleep, sleep and read. I feel myself to be in the stupor mentioned in the Facets book. Instead of being engaged with the Holy Idea of the nine point, I disengage and fall asleep. I am not worthy so then I sleep. Engagement becomes too difficult, or so I paint the canvas and thus see that image.

Dreams and vapors fill the spaces of the possible worlds. I hang onto nothing and so I drift, I sleep, I grow still and fall away. I forget. I no longer hold memories, but let them slip into the shadows, slide into the darkness.

Reality is. To see it that way can be done, can be achieved. It is but steps along a path; adventures along the way. Halt the chatter and let in what is there--always there.