inner stars

Rise to higher altitudes in your life. As you do this, you may feel the air around you getting thinner. It may become harder to breathe. The view below you may become increasingly daunting. But yet, you will be able to see more as you reach greater heights. The sun, stars, and sky will be that much closer. Everything would be that much more peaceful.

The Voyager Golden Records are phonograph records that were included aboard both Voyager spacecraft launched in 1977. They contain sounds and images selected to portray the diversity of life and culture on Earth, and are intended for any intelligent extraterrestrial life form, or for future humans, who may find them. Neither Voyager spacecraft is heading toward any particular star, but Voyager 1 will pass within 1.6 light-years of the star Gliese 445, currently in the constellation Camelopardalis, in about 40,000 years. 

The Voyager Golden Record contains 115 images plus a calibration image and a variety of natural sounds, such as those made by surf, wind, and thunder, and animal sounds, including the songs of birds and whales. The record additionally features musical selections from different cultures and eras, spoken greetings in fifty-nine languages, and printed messages from President Jimmy Carter and U.N. Secretary-General Kurt Waldheim. The items were selected for NASA by a committee chaired by Carl Sagan of Cornell University.


“Meet me on Thames Street, I’ll take you out
Though I’m hardly worth your time
In the cold you look so fierce
But I’m warming up because the tension’s like a fire
We’ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes” 

 Thames & South Broadway| Baltimore Maryland


The (sexual) tension is real

The third eye is a mystical concept referring to an invisible eye that provides perception beyond ordinary sight. It is located between, & just above, the eyebrows, & acts like a gate that leads to inner realms & higher consciousness. Its vibrational frequency is related to insight & intuition. Its associated color is indigo, & its element is light.

Dream Journal 2017-03-25: Meditations With Wet Shoes

Thunderstorms took up most of last night, and sometimes all those extra sounds have an impact on the subject matter in my dreams. In this case, it’s about 8:00 in the morning just after a heavy rain. It’s early spring (JUST LIKE IT IS RIGHT NOW) and the grass is turning green again after the winter dormancy. The air is humid and the sky is a uniform gray, but everything is beautiful and wonderful in its own way.

I decide to take a walk with no particular destination in mind, and end up walking about a half mile south of my house. Some of my friends friends are standing in the middle of their yard, talking and enjoying the way the world feels after a rain. They are placeholder friends, but they are still warm and pleasant. They wave for me to come over, and I oblige. The lawn is well manicured, though it is obvious a few neighborhood dogs have recently pooped there. I keep my eyes glued to the ground to make sure I don’t step in poop during my approach.

That’s when I notice I’m wearing really comfortable high-top Converse All Star shoes like in the picture above. The color of the shoes changed every time I looked at them (an occupational hazard of dreaming). I’m also wearing skinny jeans for some reason, which leads me to believe that I might be a hipster.

My friends and I decide to use the rest of this day to go on a hiking excursion. We exploit dream logic to compress physical distance in such a way that walking for 100 miles is as easy and fast as walking to the other side of a house. We traverse dirt trails, narrow drainage pipes, and forests, until we come to a wide but shallow stream.

Chunks of concrete peek out from the water like stepping stones. My companions daintily hop from rock to rock to cross the stream, but I decide to wade across. The stream only comes up to my knees at its deepest part. The water is almost room temperature and it feels incredibly relaxing. As I stand in the middle of the stream, I am acutely aware of how the water ebbs and flows through the small grommets in the sides of my shoes as I walk.

A sense of calm and relaxation fills my entire being. I am at peace, but only as long as these shoes stay submerged. The middle of this stream was the destination I never knew I needed, and I was content to stay there for the rest of the dream. Today will be a great day. I know that because of those shoes. Your day will be equally good, dear reader. You just have to find your calm.


Header image of puddle-jumping shoes taken from here.