Rogue Wave, Dining in Seoul

I’m looking at a harbor from a hill on a calm day, watching the waves.  Then a rogue wave comes into the harbor at a completely different angle.  It’s acts like a tidal wave upon the shoreline, pushing water over the beach and inland.

Then I’m discussing how few westerners visit Seoul since the Olympics while seated in a restaurant in that city.  I’m trying to figure out what to order, but can’t help but notice that all the people working and waiting on us are much older and very tired.

Amplification:

These dreams come upon the heels of last nights post where I pondered that the two major images of this weeks journey seem to speak of the nature of the Spirit in the material world.  Making that statement, I was conscious of setting up an opening for the unconscious to respond either with a clarification or in agreement.

The image of the home consumed in flames gets followed by an equally destructive image from the opposite element, water.  The waters claiming the dry land: inundation or expansion of consciousness?  It’s as if the dream is saying the destructive force of nature as not only an image of the Spirit, but the action of it.  Such an idea creates difficulties for both the scientist and the theologian, which is why I like to consider it’s value.  It seems to fall into a ‘demilitarized zone” of the implausible, which is where many of the statements of the unconscious seem to reside.  The question then, how does one come to gain such a perspective?

The next scene takes us to the opposite side of the world, which could be taken as saying to the farthest distance from consciousness.  After noting that Westerners have abandoned Seoul (soul) since the Olympics (the ultimate physical contests for the human body) I’m offered the opportunity to eat a meal served by the broken and tired elderly of that distant land.  It is as though the unconscious is saying to see how the Spirit operates through the system, the meal you must consume are prepared by the weary.

My mind goes to the tales of Khidr, the verdant one, who when showing Moses sights of destruction, explains that through these actions the Almighty is preserving those effected from themselves.  As Tom Cheetham says in his Green Man, Earth Angel,

“Khidr is not a humanist.  He is from far beyond.  The world that he opens up to us is infinite.  He announces that the cosmos itself is a “house of reading”- it is the Primordial Temple of the Word.” (pg 113-114)