11.3.2017: Dream Journal 16: Inner Mediator
“- The demand made by the imitatio chriti – that we should follow ideal and seek to become like it – ought logically to have the result of developing and exulting the inner man. The ideal has been turned by superficial and formalistically minded believers into an external object of worship, and it’s this veneration for the object that prevents it from reaching down into depths of the soul and transforming it into a wholeness in keeping with the ideal. The divine mediator stands outside as an image, while man remains fragmentary and untouched in the deepest part of him.”
- [8.1.2011]I remember a bit of a dream I had in high school, I’ll say in 2005 or ’06. it was the trippiest dream, but I don’t remember much of it. I was in a castle type place and every room I entered was different. When I tried to find the entrance to leave I couldn’t because the rooms kept changing. Soon people were following me, wanting something from me, calling my name. Towards the end of the dream Brad and a group of others walked slowly toward me. Braid said something to me in a slow, dream state, voice, “come Valerie.” Or something like that, I cant recall. I woke up to that scene. It reminded me a bit of Alice in Wonderland, but I don’t think I descended into a hole. This must have been me exploring some layer of my unconscious.