These taken with a Canon EFS 55-250mm f/4-5.6 IS from our kitchen last night.
It is very difficult to get the exposure right!!
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This came out a mellow yellow…
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This is more how it appeared to the eye. Is the bright feature the impact crater?
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Moody with cloud and tree…
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Click on image and open in another tab. The resolution of the impact crater is good…
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Zoomed in with trimming tool
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Maginus Crater from Wikipedia…{above}
As part of the dream work up. It is my suspicion that the two young witches were “witches” from the South. A1 and A2 might be Men of Action…
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This is an extensive dreaming sequence whereby I woke up and then went back to sleep, re-entering the same dream.
I arrive at a middle size country mansion constructed in red bricks. There is a temporary car park roped of at a distance to the mansion and signage saying “Magic Fayre” pointing along the drive towards the mansion. The gardens are immaculate and it is a fine summer’s day. Many of the people are dressed for an English country garden party. I walk along to the entrance and wait in line.
When it is my turn to enter the gentleman on the door gives me a red plastic circular token with the number 16 printed upon it in raised yellow lettering. He says that I am getting a kind of VIP pass. All the other guests have pale yellow tokens with numbers starting at 200.
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I go in and there are various exhibition style booths. At the first one there are two young women. Their stand is called “Modern Witchcraft”. On the stand there are examples of handicrafts and immaculate calligraphy. The two women are dressed in very smart stylish outfits without a trace of goth. They tell me that they are white witches and want to bring witchcraft into the 21st century. They are tired of the skanky image of witches and want to smarten it up. They say that the lost of art of spell calligraphy needs to be reborn and brought up to an impeccable level. I comment that I fully support what they are doing, the image needs to change. They beam with joy.
On the next stand there is a woman with long dark hair selling exotic candles of all shapes and sizes. Several of them are alight and the aroma is spiced and not unpleasant and manufactured like that of Yankee candles. It seems the woman has manged to make candles smell like exotic incense. I take the thumb and forefinger of my right hand and extinguish one candle between them. I am left with a light blue drop of oily liquid on my thumb. The drop is perfectly shaped. The woman claps her hands and says, “bravo”. She asks me to manually pleasure her which I do quietly beneath her table. She is wearing brown bikini bottoms which I push to one side.
I decide that I need to go back outside. There are a few people sat on the large stones which demarcate the drive. I find an empty one and take out an herbal marijuana joint which I spark up. A1 a man arrives and looks surprised to see me doing this. We chat briefly. The organiser of the event wearing a trilby and a beige suit comes over. He says that smoking weed is not allowed. I apologise. He says that I owe him a “sitting” in the basement if I can hack it. I agree to try.
I go back int the building and arrive at some demonstration area. There is a large head in a glass tank. The head is very much alive and the fluid which surrounds it is pulsating. He asks me to sit down on a chair at a distance from him and we tune into each other a little. Then he sends various articles towards me using telekinesis. The idea is that I must catch the objects with my hands. I manage to catch about 80% of the things he sends at me. The ones that I drop are all made of plastic. He notes this and thinks it funny that I cannot feel the plastic, whereas glass, metal and wood are easy for me to “pick up”. He is really happy and a sparkle appears in his one eye which is facing me.
He says to me in a booming telepathic voice, “you need to work with groups.”
I move on to the stairs and down into the basement. There is a well lit library there with light wooden shelving and several librarians. I know this library to be a library of white magic. I ask one of the librarians where to go for my “sitting”. She motions me to an armoured door in the corner of the room, in which there is a small glass window. She asks me to please close the door behind me until the “sitting” is over.
I go over to the door open it and walk through. I get my bearings and I am in a whitewashed medieval style cellar. I go back to the door close it and sit cross legged in the middle of the room. It very dark and quiet. The only light comes from the small window in the door. I start to meditate and close my eyes sinking into the darkness. Slowly a glowing rod of light appears. It is about 30cm long and less than 1cm wide. It is slowly alternating from white through pink to red and through pink back to white. I know that I cannot pick it up with my hands. So, I elevate it and bring it within my Anja centre. I absorb it and understand that I now have to radiate it out into the room. I do this for a fair time radiating a pinkish light into the otherwise dark cellar. I am aware that the librarians can see the pulsing glow. When I leave the room, the librarians are smiling I have fulfilled my task.
I come to
Next, I am outside the mansion again it is later towards the end of the afternoon. I am outside with A2 also a man. We are standing near a rucksack on the floor. He says that he is changing his ways and is going to participate in a practise called Yeshe*-lam. I ask his if him if he knows what Yeshe means. He admits that he does not. I keep quiet. For some reason he is trying to impress me.
We go into the Magic Fayre. Several of the sands are closing up. At the back there is a table with three men in business suits going over some paperwork. I go over to ask them what they are doing. One of them says that they work for Samsung who have sponsored the event. I see that he has some accounts and joke that he should hide them from A2 who is an accountant. He plays as if to hide them. He asks me what I thought of the event. I say that it was well run, meticulously organised and very good. He comments that he is pleased that their investment has worked.
He says that he is going to work with lama Yeshe. I ask him how long he has been working with Tibetan Buddhism and the Bardo teachings. He comments intermittently. He takes one third of the year sabbatical to do this. He cannot work full on for Samsung and do Bardo at the same time, they do not mix well.
We go back outside to the ruck sack. Out of the corner of my eye I see two giant figures, one a mediaeval king {with crown} and the other some kind of knight they are over five metres tall and the same height as a big water tower. The king is fighting with the knight and is trying to kill him with a sword. They fall over knocking the tower to the ground. I motion to A2 to come with me into a stone built folly. Which he does.
Soon a number of larger figures come into the property. They start to fire arrows at us but I can deflect them with my mind.
I come to.
Next, I am outside my flat in North London. I know it is a bit of a mess. I open the door and on the floor in the corner of the room is sat an Indian “guru” in saffron robes and with long flowing grey hair. He smiles. I apologise for the mess. He says that it is of no import.
A2 turns up and says that he is hungry. I say that I have no food but that there a plenty of restaurants, nearby. I reel off the types of restaurant and we decide to go to a fish restaurant nearby. I say to the “guru” we will be back soon.
After we have eaten, I leave A2 at the restaurant and head back to the flat. When I open the door there is another “Indian” man sat on the floor meditating he is dressed in a 1950’s style suit with a black Muslim cap. He feels serene.
I come to.
I do drift back off but I can’t recall accurately what happens.
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*Yeshe (Tibetan: ཡེ་ཤེས་, Wylie: ye-shes, ZYPY: Yêxê) is a Tibetan term meaning wisdom and is analogous to jnana in Sanskrit.
In trying to work up my dream from this morning I looked up London W4 and as far as I can tell I have nothing to do with W4. The nearest I get is when I used to play rugby for the social team called the Occasionals or Ockies at London Welsh across the river in Richmond.
So, I started looking at the numerology 999 = 9+9+9 = 27, 2+7 = 9
9 is the tarot card L’hermite which is in some ways me.
In Kabballah 9 refers to the world of Yesod or Jesod. Which is the stage before manifestation. In the Toltec Tradition it is known as the World of the Sorcerers. Where astral plane magic might be undertaken. One can only enter and exit at will if one has collected and thereby attained all the 22 light jewels.
The reason it is called the World of the Sorcerers is because it is littered with the remains of would be Sorcerers. It is a “place” that can drive you bat shit crazy.
Over the past few days, I have been getting dream snippets with girl’s names, Helen, Ellen and now Gillian. {Gillian is not too far from Helen if you are dreaming.}
The first two fit with the Priam Precept {Helen of Troy}.
Gillian is a nurse {need for healing} and is therefore likely to be of a Southerly persuasion.
In numerology W is a five so W4 becomes 5+4 = 9
The jewel of the nagal woman is 9 and she acts as pathfinder lighting the way as per l’hermite. She is in the South like me.
The jewel for 9 is completion which is a bit like the two nines in the yin yang symbol used for Tai Chi.
W is west and 5 is number of the Westerly Stalker…
There are two “nines” in completion one black, one white, just as the dark is nearing completion the light begins.
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The gut feel I get is that something old, very old, which had one intention { that backfired} has in the fullness of time manifested something entirely different {Priam Precept}. Karma of old, fate, and pertaining to me is bearing fruit and coming towards some kind of completion. Or rather there is a possibility of completion because completion is not so easy. If this does not get sorted it will continue to come back and bite one in the bum. It is urgent {999} that this completion is achieved so that healing {ambulance / paramedic} can take place.
It is not my karma…it “belongs” to others…
In these difficult times, here is my first pass at 2023.
The first sensation I get is one of angularity, of points and spikes. A jarring even.
23 is the dark jewel of destructive behaviour. 3 is the jewel of mixed abundance, need for creativity and joy. 2 + 3 = 5 is the jewel for the need for freedom and change. All in all, this is not a round smooth setting. The triangle and the pentagram. If the pentagram is inverted, we have 23 or minus 5, oppression, no freedom, no change.
Things will get worse and we need to find some joy in the mixed abundance, good and bad, 3.
This is probably a safe bet.
2 is the jewel for humility and understanding {need for}. One needs to listen to and follow what is written in the book of destiny. Where there is no humility fate cannot unfold smoothly.
I often think of 2 as the book of karma. Karma must unfold. The effects of the causes will manifest and bear their karmic fruit, whether we like it or not. It is unwise to try to resist karma. Otherwise, more karma is caused.
For some reason I don’t feel le mat or zero active here. It, he, is more of a place holder.
Overall, 2023 is a seven year. Here the two horses on the chariot are pulling in opposite directions. There is a need for guidance as to which course to take otherwise there will be a destructive parting of ways.
Seven is also the number of the dreamer and the dreamed. The dreamed {personality} needs to take guidance from the dreamer, the Soul. A willing and humble acceptance of said guidance will allow a moving forward. Failure to listen to guidance means getting stuck, entrenched even.
In this sense guidance could mean listening to the planet also. We are currently having a “once in a lifetime” event in the USA. Pakistan has been submerged. There may be an increasing frequency of these so-called once in a lifetime events. The planet is talking to us!!
The feeling I get from Le Chariot for 2023 is not one of accepting guidance, though. I think that the crown, self-importance, will play out and there will be more cleavage and division in the world.
2022 did not manifest as a plus 6. The old remains. No choice between the old and the new was made.
Similarly, I fear that 2023 will not manifest as a plus 7. There will not be forward movement. This suggests that the stalemate in eastern Europe remains or even escalates. If the 23 comes fully into play, it could be very bad news indeed.
23 could manifest as a 5, freedom and change. I don’t see the seed, the germ of that at the moment. It is more like a pope of old keeping people stuck to the status quo.
First pass…
It was a dark and stormy night I had woken at 4:30 and listened to the storm. At one point I heard a persistent high pitched whine in my left ear only. It lasted more than ten seconds. I must have drifted off to sleep around 7 AM and according to the wife I was kicking about.
The dream is set in Australia. I arrive at a dockland area. There are two vast cranes which are stacked with cars like car transporters. They are lifting these up into the sky. I, slightly nervously, walk under them and into a space below a spacious bridge. There is a gathering of people there sat on the floor. There are mostly young and I understand it to be a science outreach event called the Megatron. Z and Y are there. I sit down outside the gathering proper and listen in.
Z, seated on the floor, is boasting about all the other events they have done including one in the prestigious Sydney docks, they managed to close off some famous street. He is telling the participants that they should count themselves lucky to be here and that all the others are zeros. I get up and walk over to him and clip him on the head. He drops a white glass plate which he is holding and it breaks when it hits the ground. I say that he is setting a very bad example telling the youngsters that other people are zeros. He gets up nervously and I make as if to clip him again. He avoids and I chase him slowly around the listening circle. Every time I feign to clip him, he cowers and avoids. I turn my back on him and walk to the bridge wall. There I pick up my cigarettes, my mobile ‘phone and my fishing rod. I know that he does not understand the true meaning of zero. I walk off and they are all surprised that I am leaving the event.
I walk towards a town centre. As I do this, I smoke a cigarette. I put the packet and my ‘phone in my back right hand pocket. The sensation of smoking in the dream is very realistic. After I finish smoking, I transfer my green fishing rod to my right hand.
As I am walking along the street, I notice a little boutique selling artefacts, these are pieces of tree branch decorated with mother of pearl and other seashells. Some of them function as windmills. They are very shiny and sparkly. A woman who runs the shop notices me looking at the shells and artefacts. I comment that they are highly unusual are very attractive. She says that there are more upstairs and would I like to come in. I put my fishing rod to lean against a wall. I follow her up a very tight spiral staircase carved out of an orange-brown wood. We arrive at a landing and there is a two door thigh high swing gate fashioned out of the same wood. She lifts up the latch and ushers me in. She closes the door behind me.
We go deeper into the building. A young woman with dark hair arrives. This is my daughter Helen says the older woman. I say hello and she replies.
“Helen is trying to go to the Megatron and has applied. They have asked her to do a montage as an application. Would you look at it for us?”
“Sure”
Helen hands me her montage which is between two cardboard covers of an intense dark brown colour. There are many leaves of paper. Her pictures and calligraphy are exquisite. Some of it written in a metallic gold ink, which is gold in colour but not of gold.
I am very impressed with what she has put together. I ask to see the letter outlining the task.
This letter is handwritten on dark purple paper. And sure enough the instructions are there. They look to have been written in two different hands. One by a woman and the last paragraph by a man.
I show this to the woman who at first disagrees and then agrees. The writing again is in a sloping italic “metallic” ink.
As this point a large semi-bald man comes through the wooden gate. He is wearing a brown camel hair coat and is larger than life in his presence. He comes over to me and shakes my hand. He is the father of Helen.
My eye is drawn to a farmyard scene made out of porcelain statues. There are deer, two piglets, a dog and a cow. As soon as he finished shaking my hand the scene animates and comes to life. I know it is magic. Two deer come over to greet the man and I offer them the back of my hand to smell, which they do. The piglets start squealing and running all over the place. They run over my feet. Everybody now has sparkly eyes.
The man asks If Helen’s application is good. I say to her that it is very good but not to tell them about her magic animals.
The man asks If I will be at the Megatron. I say no and that now I am staying at Alice {Springs}.
He asks if I am going back there tonight.
“Yes.”
“Are you flying?”
“I will get there.”
I wish Helen luck and then go to leave.
The man says to be careful with the gate otherwise the piglets will escape.
I go out through the gate, closing it behind me. I go downstairs, pick up my fishing rod and walk out into the normal city street.
I am aware that this dream pertains to a tarot card.
Dream ends
Tarot Zero
From Wikipedia:
“Megatron is a fictional character and the main antagonist of the Transformers media franchise produced by American toy company Hasbro and Japanese toy company Takara Tomy. Megatron is the cruel and tyrannical leader of the Decepticons, a faction of sentient, war-mongering robotic lifeforms that seeks to conquer their home planet of Cybertron and the rest of the known universe. He serves as the archenemy of Optimus Prime, the leader of the rival Autobot faction. As with all Cybertronians, Megatron has the ability to transform between his robot form and various vehicles or weapons. His alternate modes have ranged from a Walther P38 handgun, a particle-beam weapon, a telescopic laser cannon, and a Cybertronian jet, depending on which continuity he is depicted in.
Megatron’s most consistent origin portrays him as having risen up from being an oppressed worker to a gladiatorial champion who took the legendary name of one of the original Thirteen Primes—Megatronus—as his own. He shortened his name when he became a political revolutionary who attempted to reform Cybertron’s corrupt governing body and called for an end to its decrepit caste system. As the mentor of the young Orion Pax, Megatron preached that freedom of self-determination was the right of all sentient beings. When Megatron grew corrupted by his power, Orion would utilize his teachings against him as Optimus Prime. In most incarnations, Megatron would eventually meet his demise at Optimus’ hands, only to later be resurrected as Galvatron.”
Foxtrotting Hotel !!
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Walther P38!!!
This dream has someone I haven’t spoken to for a very long time in it. He has a short fuse and was prone to fits of temper. He used to try to brow beat people when things were not going his way. The wife says I was wriggling about in bed whilst having it.
I am on the top open deck of a red London tourist bus. There is an external staircase. I am alone on the top deck. My intuition tells me someone is coming up the stairs to get me. It is Z. I get to him on the stairs as he is pulling a Walther P38 pistol out of his jacket. The pistol was very clear. I grab the arm with the pistol and point it upwards. The weapon discharges. Z then tries to bring the weapon to bear several more times. I sweep his feet and we tumble down the staircase and off the stationery bus. The gun goes off several more times and then the magazine clicks empty. I disarm him and throw the gun away.
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I walk off into the distance.
He picks up the gun and changes the magazine. He starts shooting at me again. I hide behind a concrete lamppost. Because he is so angry, he is a lousy shot and he empties the magazine without hitting me.
Dream ends
Second dream.
I am in a sandstone room a part of an Egyptian temple, my temple where I work. Z arrives. He is absolutely fuming and very angry. I say to him that he is fuming and angry it is easy for anyone to see. He fades away.
There are two metal electrodes in the room. I bring them closer together until there is a very large electrical discharge which makes a huge bang. I know this to be intent and liberation through the power of intent.
Dream ends.
As a protection I chant the mantra for Vajrapani and visualize him in full wrathful manifestation. It is a 16 day. 16 is the jewel for liberation through the power of intent and the tarot card La Maison Dieu.
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Deep in the darkening forest
the travelling knave
came upon a clearing,
a clearing and a grave
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There beside a ramshackle hut
a single mossy stone did stand
and written upon it well
cut by a skilled mason’s hand
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Here lies one hand clapping.
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Now sheltering against the storm
the knave did enter the hut forlorn
and as the candle now burned bright
strange things came swift and into sight
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On a lectern carved of finest oak
Their lay a wizard’s velvet cloak
and beneath that mantle rare
lay a tract on all secrets fayre
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A Treatise on the Art of Solitude.
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He ran his fingers o’er the book
with bated breath began to look
easing back the leather bind
a tale before him did unwind
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Sat now in the wizard’s chair
he brushed the rain from out his hair
there he sat in the silence of the storm
to learn of things beyond the norm
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Blessings upon you pilgrim reader.
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Harken close to read my tale
which speaks from beyond the veil
care though for these words will chain
and this shack will be your own domain
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For should you pass beyond this page
then ‘twill be you, who now the sage.
A curse it is for shoulders new
this is my warning given unto you.
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Warnings for you oh pilgrim lost.
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At these words the knave did shiver
he did not want to swim such a river
and so with much a hasty pace
he closed the book away to race
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He ran out the hut and passed the stone
quick and into the fast falling dark
for he did not want always to be alone
best sleep with trees on a bed of bark
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When dawn stretched its welcome arms
he sped off to the village near
there spoke of the strange hut of charms
whilst others heard his song with fear
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Back in the darkened wood
a lonely ghost began to tread
dressed in his magic hood
to lay again his marble bed
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Here lies one hand clapping.
To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.
Buddha
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Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room, I shall be able to see.
Helen Keller
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What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
Albert Pike
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The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Mark Twain
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I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
J. Robert Oppenheimer
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While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
Leonardo da Vinci
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The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
William Penn
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Dying is easy, it’s living that scares me to death.
Annie Lennox
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I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
T. S. Eliot
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Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Susan Ertz
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The idea is to die young as late as possible.
Ashley Montagu
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The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.
Mary Catherine Bateson
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Death is not an end, but a transition-crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration–the secret alembics of vitality.
E. H. Chapin
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Death is a great revealer of what is in a man, and in its solemn shadow appear the naked lineaments of the soul.
E. H. Chapin
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Death ends at last the fear of it.
Edward Counsel
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With death comes honesty.
Salman Rushdie
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Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force.
Yoda
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This dream is a little odd given the context of my current existence. Though I have in the past worked with various excimer lasers.
I am in a laboratory setting. Various people are thinking about running laser beams around the room. They are talking about using molecular fluorine excimer or argon fluoride excimer lasers. They are confident that they can do this. I explain to them that the emission wavelengths of 157 nm and 193 nm will get absorbed by the air.
They are adamant that this is not the case.
I say that the beam path should be encased in tubing and be at least partially evacuated in order for some light to get through on their long intended beam path.
They insist that this will not be needed. I reiterate that for molecular fluorine emission air will not let the light travel far.
They again are adamant.
In the dream I know that this is a metaphor showing that light cannot penetrate the minds of those unwilling to listen.
Dream ends…
On writing this I note that the two wavelengths each add up to 13, the jewel of death of the old, which reduces in its negative manifestation to minus 4, inertia and death by inertia.
Traou an Dour 
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