Yesterday I had this fleeting window of clarity in which my thoughts led me to know that I am God. That we are all God because we are all his thoughts manifested. I saw us all come as if from his head. I have read this before, that I am God, (one of my favourite being from Impersonal Life "Be still and know that I am God"), and I understood it then to a certain degree, but it seems that I reached a deeper level of understanding last night that was an actually knowing of this.

So I had another dream of God. Actually, it was not a dream so much as a reviewing of information in which I fully (at the time) understood that God created two masks for himself. Though it is not easily translatable into words, something like a black and a white mask. Physical existence requires duality. And both black and white are God. It made utter sense.

And this reminds me of a dream I had:

Friday 16 March 07

Falling back to sleep, I dreamed I went to the gym. The gym in my dream was small, more like a two-room office. There was practically no one else there as far as I could tell. I went into the cardio area and fell asleep at one of the machines. I kept dozing, unable to make myself perform.

After much time passed, I went into the other room of the gym and sat on a couch. People were working and cleaning in the background, but I was basically alone. I suddenly realized that I was dreaming, though I wasn't fully lucid. Instantly I willed myself to fly and I began floating a few feet above the ground (not very powerfully). Then suddenly, quick as lightening and before I could consciously consider it, I asked to see God.

At that moment I was gently pulled the few feet back to the floor so I was laying on my back. Up on the ceiling were shadows like sunlight through trees cast upon a fence. I assumed that if I looked intently I would see a face form. I was a little disappointed figuring that this meant that God was the earth and its spirit, and that God was what I was capturing in my spirit photos.

I got back up and began floating about two feet above the floor and I said again, "I want to see God" with the same lukewarm fervour, and again not sure I deserved to request such a thing. And once again I was gently pulled back to the floor onto my back. I could still see the shadows on the ceiling, but now I could also see wolf faces within them. I knew there would be more complexity if I concentrated, but I can remember no more of this dream other than the idea that there were unseen helpers about, perhaps aliens.