Recap: Time Travelling Drunk Pirate and Modern Drunk Dude are harmonizing when…
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Drunk Dude and Drunk Pirate were in the middle of their off-key merry song when a deep voice from above thundered. “Shut your pie holes! Some of us have work tomorrow!”
The Drunk Pirate halted abruptly. Swiveling his head up and around, “By the Jolly Roger! ‘Tis the voice of God himself” he exclaimed, bewildered.
Drunk Dude squinted into the darkness above. “Oh Phil, my dude. Who ya lyin to? Ur a bum.”
In an instant, Pirate seemed to sober up. “Shhh…shh, matey,” he said, clumsily covering the dude’s mouth with his big hand. “I may sail the high seas, but I don’t trifle with the Lord.”
Drunk Dude removed the Pirate’s hand and snorted, “Lord? Hear that Phil? U a lord of no fun.”
Drunk Dude cupped his hands at yelled above, “I’ll sing ya to sleep Phil, nighty night.”
Again the Pirate tried to shush the Drunk Dude, glancing at the sky worriedly, “Matey, ye be bringin’ trouble ‘ere. The Lord don’t slumber. Not ever.“
Drunk Dude slapped the Pirate on the back. “Where u been livin my dude? Look around you. All the lord does now is sleep.” He assured.
Drunk Pirate: Truly?
Drunk Dude leaned in conspiratorially, “Mm-hmm. And get this: With his eyes wide open!”
Sometime last year, I had a vivid dream of an eagle attacking me. Unlike all the other dreams that I have, it didn’t evaporate instantly. It stayed with me throughout my morning, and I felt disturbed by the entire thing. It was a really random eagle scenario that had invaded my dreams despite having no acquaintance with me in the waking world.
And because it was an unusual experience in my very boring life, I decided to Google its meaning, thinking it would be a dead end because why. Right?
Wrong.
I should just accept that anything and everything there was, is, and will be, exists on the internet in some form. I found a website dedicated solely to dream analysis and their hidden meanings.
I was directly taken to the “Seeing an eagle in your dreams” section, and there were other setups of what it meant if the eagle was sitting on your head or shitting on your bed. (It can happen)
In my case, an eagle attacking me had several other interpretations. After discarding most that I deemed impossible in my life circumstances, I narrowed it down to a general possibility: Losing money or being duped of my money. This interpretation warned of this possibility and to beware. Now, it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.
Later that day, I had mostly forgotten about this warning and even the dream. It was then that I received a text from an unknown number on WhatsApp, offering me money to like videos on YouTube. This was a very compelling copy, and it sounded really tempting.
Luckily, though, this bizarre intrusion (the second time in a day) had me recalling the eagle. I Googled about this supposed opportunity only to find an article warning of this new scam.
This can be good anecdotal evidence to believe that dreams have the power to guide and send us messages. And I can’t blame people if they take them seriously and come up with interpretations to suit their desires and situations.
Like the Union cabinet of India declared that the PM was chosen by destiny to consecrate the Ram temple in Ayodhya. The entire thing can be labeled a C word. Cool or Controversial, depending on what side you’re on.
But what remains is that people have been seeing this in their dreams. In fact, they’ve been seeing this dream for 500 years!
That’s a long time, y’all. Indians have been having this consistent dream for over 5 centuries.
As an Indian, even as a Hindu, I was skipped over! Not once was I invited into the inner circle of temple dreaming. Even my Mum gets regular visits from God. And those visits are to tell her that she hasn’t been to the temple in a long while, so she must go the next day and make sure she brings the deities Ladoos.
I am jealous of these people. Freud is too. He wishes he could be alive in the times we live in now. He laments that he wrote his book too early. Oof. All the material he missed out on.
Being skipped over this 500-year-long, shared dream sequence was upsetting. I would go to bed and pray for God(s) to visit me. Just once. Give me a mission, if not the numbers of the lottery. Give me wisdom, if not a slim waist.
But it never happened. An eagle was all I would ever get.
This had me introspecting why:
I just have way too many flaws. And I know them all.
I am too self-aware of my shortcomings to know that if I had a dream where some angel dropped in to tell me this and that, I wouldn’t automatically conclude I was now a messiah of God and had been chosen for divine duties.
I am not being modest. I would question the heck out of the dream. Which brings me to another insight:
It’s slightly—okay, not slightly—very pompous to believe that out of everyone in the world, someone among us has been chosen to do God’s work.
Here’s another dream God forgot to invite us into – A pastor couple from Denver in the USA (Pastor!) were arrested for duping their Christian community members into buying worthless cryptocurrency and using that money to remodel their house. His reason? Ding Ding Ding: God came to him in a dream and told him to do it.
It’s ironic that in everyday life, people are quick to hate and doubt each other, but the one time some guy spouts total BS to dupe us—everyone rolls over. Where does our inherent suspiciousness go? Like why do we not challenge people with holy dreams?
You and I could have been visited by God too! In different forms, we just need to interpret them.
The fine-tuned Universe hypothesis has us trying to find meaning and insights in our lives, and I admit that I have one too many serendipitous moments to not believe in cosmic power.
Just as I’ll tell you, that I found both these dreamy stories in this morning’s newspaper. Both were on different pages, but that didn’t stop me from being amused by their similarities. And then, the cherry, which I like to think was a pointed conclusion to this dream saga, was a quote from Thomas Paine—on yet another different page—
“A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right.”
✨ Tell me what kind of recurring, if any, dreams, you’ve experienced and what you make of them. For me though, I’ll just let the Universe give me signals in the newspaper. Much more reliable. and inviting!
When you believe in God(s) and some form of divine guidance, but at the same time, understand that everything is meaningless despite this faith, it makes you uncomfortable.
We’ll all return to this familiar grind after some mechanism, a karma lottery, or an unlearned lesson that will sort our souls into new bodies, new families, new tragedies, and new beliefs. The world will remain unchanged, and even individuals like Gandhi couldn’t alter it for the better. This is how serious it is.
Despite my belief in a higher power, there is a tacit understanding of nothingness within me. As a child, my dad told me that the sadhus, the true ones in the Himalayas, possess knowledge about everything in this world and the universe. So much of spiritual discourse centers on enlightenment through detachment and service.
However, it all seems nonsensical. What lies at the end of detachment? Supposedly, it’s the forsaking of the ego. But then, why must we work towards this fulfillment? The irony lies in dedicating ourselves to service (for the sake of achieving enlightenment), which itself might be the epitome of ego-driven actions.
And if the sadhus in the Himalayas have achieved this state, as Buddha did, what comes next? Some suggest we break free from this repetitive cycle, escaping the metaphorical matrix, which is why it’s called enlightenment. Again, picture or it didn’t happen.
Why does this higher power keep secrets? Wouldn’t providing some proof incentivize us to follow the spiritual path? Wise humans often speak of the “art of now,” “being present”, “going with the flow”
Yeah, keep preaching that to all the participants in this rat race.
This is another irony. If I were to just “go with flow” I’d actually still be static. With no real achievements, the wise humans would lament, “Life is about living without regrets”—which, ironically, often boils down to avoiding the regret of lost potential—yet again, tied to the ego.
So, what detachment, what enlightenment, and what “being present?”
The whys keep piling but the universe keeps expanding. I want to know why I should care. I want clues so I’m still interested in this game. Maybe this explains my obsession with knowing about aliens and the paranormal. For some excitement. For some spice.
I keep hoping to be a case of alien abduction or a witness to a mermaid sighting or being present to see the miracle of Kalki. Or how about something more modest like stumbling across hyperspace or the ability to astral travel.
Just for some excitement. For some spice.
But despite this pessimism—this knowledge of futility—faith endures—an irony in itself. How is this possible?
It’s because of the ego.
Because keeping faith, courage, hope and curiosity are good morals. Morals that boost this ultimately pointless existence that I’m strangely addicted to and will continue to live. Is it because I’m conditioned to or is it intuition that something might actually give way?
Anyways, TL; DR 👇
“Everything in the world displeases me: but above all, my displeasure in everything displeases me.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche
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“It was 2 pm when the neighborhood drunk came to a stop outside the local temple.
“Tch, tch. What’s this?!” he exclaimed. “God does so much for us, and we make His house sit under the harsh sun?”
“Unacceptable!”
Then the drunk man proceeded to push the temple building into a shaded area. He pushed and pushed until dusk. Only when he saw the sun no longer beating down on God’s abode did he stop.
“Ha! There you go, God. No more sun.”
💃There is a joke in this story. Comment if you got it? |
Heavenly chatter suggests the higher-ups are looking for a document to settle a blame game. I happened to discover it, and so I offer it.
Minutes from the Meeting of ALL Meetings
Counselor: I think we should keep the language uniform. Let’s use one name, one book & one method of dissemination to relay the instructions.
God: Don’t be silly! Don’t you see the diversity I’ve made? It will be better if it’s explained in each of their versions. It’s respectful and shows I care.
Counselor: Perhaps we should send some translators to help them along?
God: Excellent idea! Ordain a few background characters and cook up some dream sequences…OH! And make it vague-y. A little mystery will add a nice touch.
Counselor: …Or distort the message…
God: 👁👄👁
Counselor: okay, okay. Let’s at least add a postscript just in case. Of what we actually mean…
God: Gah!!! No need for that. I’ve given them a brain you know, unlike the mosquitos.
Counselor: sigh. You are the boss…
God: I am, indeed! What’s the worst that could happen?
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