Outer Space, Inner Space

 

Screen shot of first Google result for 

"if i dream about the planets being big and visible"

What's interesting is that when I posted a rhetorical question to the universe in my previous post, I literally had a dream about the planets especially Jupiter, Saturn, Mars, and the Earth's moon and the smaller satellites/moons associated with the other planets. The dream was some public spectacle...people were looking up to the night sky and the planets filled the sky--much larger than how Star Wars movies depict fictional skies. It was similar to that screen shot above, except that Jupiter was three times the size of the one on the image and Saturn was behind it. The moon was a crescent moon that was the same size as Mars. It was odd, amazing, and quite scary if we thought deeply about gravitational pull---that scale would mean some eventual collision right? 

If we were to remove all logic and whatever knowledge we have about the empirical world and put on our sci-fi fantasy hat, as that search result states, this whole massive multi-planet cameo in my dreams means that "seeing planets in space brings to light one's desire for greater wisdom and knowledge of the 'bigger picture'..." My dream didn't necessarily answer my recent post's rhetorical question (what did I do this time? [to the cosmos]), rather, my subconscious is echoing my conscious. Bizarre. I saw the colours too. 

Update 28-Nov-2020: I have just heard a stranger state that there is something that is being hidden or a hidden agenda for an unexpected action. I’ll trust my instincts and also look at the logical picture. We must admit that many living organisms survived due to instinct so we cannot disregard the power of the gut feeling.

Self-Protection and the Visceral Reaction

Image source, public domain

I would like to quote the Latin proverb written on the Wikipedia page from which I obtained the image above: Pelle sub agnina latitat mens saepe lupina (Under a sheep's skin often hides a wolfish mind).

 It's not the fifth of November, but I suddenly have an earworm...Remember, remember the fifth of November. I saw V for Vendetta a couple of weeks ago. I think my focus was on the word remember.

What is the motivation for today's post? I just wanted to remind myself to be wary of the proverbial (and biblical) wolf in sheep's clothing. When the hairs on my skin stand up, it is a literal visceral reaction to a triggering stimulus. Perhaps an environment or individual that unlocks a password-protected file folder in my limbic system that opens a series of unpleasant memories causing unpleasant physical and emotional responses. I ask God and the Universe, why? I don't know what I did to the cosmos this time, but if I could please be far from entities with clout who only seem to want to inflict harm...and do it stylishly and in a strategic gaslighting manner...that would be great. I am tired. I just want to do what I ought to do and live peacefully. That is all. End of cryptic cyber soliloquy. 

I do hope you enjoyed the artwork, well, it's a little disturbing...

Audible thoughts

 

Photo by Lina Kivaka from Pexels

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey. I've been for a walk on a winter's day...

But it's not winter yet, Beach Boys. Not yet. I never completely understood that song until now, mainly because I grew up in a tropical country. The sound of dry fallen leaves when you walk along the street is a different sound. The ability to hear yourself walk outside...to hear yourself think. It's a gift. My heart breaks knowing that on the other side of the world, amid this pandemic, there are those who continue to live day by day---just trying to get through the day and not drown in rising waters exacerbated by non-stop extreme weather. Back to this place. I understand why those who were lucky enough to be born and raised on this side of the world have little appreciation of their luck. Unfair, isn't it? Please don't tell me it is, what it is. Butterfly effect. Indifference can cause calamities.