The Dream of the Ice Giant
The Ice Giant. Wow. Now this story has morphed already from what i thought i could remember. I think that is confabulation.
16-4-2018 Dream: I am a giant, i am looking down on the earth, on the sea, i am making something that causes the ice to form, currents? ridges? they are like plasticine, and where i am fiddling, the things are like nexus, points or lines, where the ice forms around, i can't remember if it's glaciers, or sea ice, i seem to think that it looks like the scour marks that i saw in the image of the Caspian Sea, The Giant is talking about it, and i can hear S/he/it, was it talking? or was it thoughts in my mind? because i knew how to form the ice creatures, how to make them, because i am also not the giant, but i am myself, sitting on it's shoulder, listening to it, but then it turns it's head, and looks at me, in recognition, and i am surprised, and the dream ends.
Now when I think about it, i remember that the giant was enjoying itself. It took its delight in manipulating the energy that formed the ice. Maybe the ice is the byproduct. The giant is not even trying to make the ice, it just happens as it plays in the energy of the ocean.
I have owned that dream now, by telling it over and over, and it's become a little bit different. So I have changed my own memory of my own dream, and I am changing my relationship to the ice giant. Someone called it an archetype. Of course, Carl Jung would also call the Ice Giant an archetype. Now my mission is to make the Giant into my ally, by the process of wrestling. To wrestle my own energy into submission so that it does not overtake me, and burn me out. Now the next part of the mission, the journey, is to write about the ice, write about how it is going away as fast as it can. Who knows when it will return? Why do i believe that? Why is it, this climate change debate, even about belief? People believe in god, do they believe in Maths? Most people take their maths for granted. We take for granted many many things. I circle back to this periodically because when I am mindful of gratitude, my whole being changes again. I become more positive, but when I circle around to Awe, and Timelessness, I remember that the Earth has been here much longer than I. It will continue on without me. Will I even become like a single atom of Carbon? A single atom of Carbon has a place in the grand scheme. It does not live or die as i live or die. It is a humbling thought. Dr Karl said I could write a children's story. The message of this dream could be that you small child can have that dream where you are sitting on the shoulder of a giant, and be listening in to its mind, what is it trying to tell you?
Did *I* incubate that dream? Or is the giant talking to me? Am I more than a human? What is the giant in the Tarot? I have a Guardian, who steps down when I die, or comes to integrate me when I die, poking me silently in the right direction with a stick.
If I were to activate this dream, I would look for more scour marks in the satellite imagery, because that was the most surprising thing that I saw in the day of searching the imagery.
I could draw the scour marks that I saw. (I did that.)
I was writing about the Citizen Science Studio, for the Environmental Management Field Report, about how does a child do science. Family Integrated Science.
16-4-2018 Dream: I am a giant, i am looking down on the earth, on the sea, i am making something that causes the ice to form, currents? ridges? they are like plasticine, and where i am fiddling, the things are like nexus, points or lines, where the ice forms around, i can't remember if it's glaciers, or sea ice, i seem to think that it looks like the scour marks that i saw in the image of the Caspian Sea, The Giant is talking about it, and i can hear S/he/it, was it talking? or was it thoughts in my mind? because i knew how to form the ice creatures, how to make them, because i am also not the giant, but i am myself, sitting on it's shoulder, listening to it, but then it turns it's head, and looks at me, in recognition, and i am surprised, and the dream ends.
Now when I think about it, i remember that the giant was enjoying itself. It took its delight in manipulating the energy that formed the ice. Maybe the ice is the byproduct. The giant is not even trying to make the ice, it just happens as it plays in the energy of the ocean.
I have owned that dream now, by telling it over and over, and it's become a little bit different. So I have changed my own memory of my own dream, and I am changing my relationship to the ice giant. Someone called it an archetype. Of course, Carl Jung would also call the Ice Giant an archetype. Now my mission is to make the Giant into my ally, by the process of wrestling. To wrestle my own energy into submission so that it does not overtake me, and burn me out. Now the next part of the mission, the journey, is to write about the ice, write about how it is going away as fast as it can. Who knows when it will return? Why do i believe that? Why is it, this climate change debate, even about belief? People believe in god, do they believe in Maths? Most people take their maths for granted. We take for granted many many things. I circle back to this periodically because when I am mindful of gratitude, my whole being changes again. I become more positive, but when I circle around to Awe, and Timelessness, I remember that the Earth has been here much longer than I. It will continue on without me. Will I even become like a single atom of Carbon? A single atom of Carbon has a place in the grand scheme. It does not live or die as i live or die. It is a humbling thought. Dr Karl said I could write a children's story. The message of this dream could be that you small child can have that dream where you are sitting on the shoulder of a giant, and be listening in to its mind, what is it trying to tell you?
Did *I* incubate that dream? Or is the giant talking to me? Am I more than a human? What is the giant in the Tarot? I have a Guardian, who steps down when I die, or comes to integrate me when I die, poking me silently in the right direction with a stick.
If I were to activate this dream, I would look for more scour marks in the satellite imagery, because that was the most surprising thing that I saw in the day of searching the imagery.
I could draw the scour marks that I saw. (I did that.)
I was writing about the Citizen Science Studio, for the Environmental Management Field Report, about how does a child do science. Family Integrated Science.