Morning of Red Bull Air Race. 6.45 am. I am also to meet Mr S from MKP NWTA later this day. My first meeting with a fellow initiate, and I’m pretty excited about that.
Working backwards…
At a huge gathering like a born-again Christian church, among current and new friends.
Ms and Mr K and their daughter M arrive and I’m pleased to see them. I want to share my recent experience with them. In particular with Mr K to offer him the gift, and to concede with Ms K, my collective consciousness experience.
Ms A is wearing a large trench coast with somewhat padded shoulders. Its an animal print – like a leopard or a cheetah.
T is there and I say M is coming which sparks her interest. For some reason she is flipping through a “futile women’s magazine” to look for an item that would appeal to or is about M. I cant see the point but just let it be. A big hug with Ms K and I proclaim to her that I am Cheeky Baboon and that we have an animal common theme.
So I take the moment to persuade Mr K that the MKP weekend is for him. But he holds back – he already has his own man worked out. This tells me more about myself on reflection – how I don’t need to do Mr and Ms K’s way because I have found MKP – which right now is a good fit. The inner challenge – integrating this work with Pathways. A little sad with the realisation I will inevitably dilute one or the other – how much energy has a man got? Another way of thinking – the gross and net energy is actually bigger through my involvement with both Pathways and MKP.
A picture (to be inserted) is worth 1000 words…
Previously in the dream…
We are seated looking around tables in a conference room-like setting. Think: ballroom at a hotel. The microphone isn’t working properly and I can’t hear the speaker. IRL I have a shocking earache/reduced hearing as a result of an infection, so this may be a reference to my inability to hear the speaker without the microphone.
The next speaker, after the first on I can’t hear is Di Ryall, former GM of Apple Australia. I heard she was unwell but know little of her fate. She appeared to me as a reluctant leader who became sick through the weight/burden of her work. That is my judgment. I wonder where she is now…
