The Baler of Destiny

Thursday. September 20th. 1:45 pm.
I was having a conversation with my brother about a recent dream I had.  I had work at 2, and left the house at 1:50.  While on the way to start my shift, I remembered another portion of the previous evening's dream. I dreamt of the baler at work. The big ol' green bastard that molds loose cardboard in to a neatly packed cube.  In the dream, a co worker had told me that the baler was broken. I didn't really react. I figured, I dreamt this scenario because Thursday is the day that I make a bale. I thought to myself, that would be neat if my subconscious was laying out bread crumbs. Maybe I would go to work and find a 20 dollar bill next to the baler.

So I get to work, I go to the baler and look for anything different or strange. Part of me thought I might find an owl or something equally significant. On the front of the machine, there are ridges.  Ridges big enough to hold random items. Usually these items are damaged products or just loose tools. Hammers, screwdrivers, etc. Today, I noticed an orange toy, a hairspray bottle, packaging to a toy car, some gloves, and a pair of scissors. Nothing too odd. I go about my business and make the bale. When I'm done, I close the door (hatch?). Something falls off the ridge and on to the ground. It's the orange toy.

Which by further inspection, seems to be a cement mixer? I examine it closely. On the bottom, it says Made in China. But there's something else on the vibrant orange plastic.


7333, with the 7 kind of hiding behind the wheel. This is where my heart started beating fast. My chest was pumping, I was so freaked out. That is just TOO fucking weird, right? What are the Gods (BSG anyone?) Damn odds?







Immediately, this situation reminded me of the choosing process from 'Seven Years in Tibet'. The scene where they are trying to find the new Dalai Lama by exposing children to certain objects to see if they "make the right choice". A similar scene occurs in the 4th season episode of 'LOST', "Cabin Fever". Too weird man....too fucking weird.

-Dom

The Shadow Man Cometh

I'll be the first one to admit that I'm a scaredy-cat. It's never taken much to startle me. Walk around the corner at the right moment and you'll most likely jolt me. I've always been afraid of things. Even to this day, I battle with a moderate fear of the dark. This all started about 2 months ago that one night when I was on mushrooms, I walked out the front door and saw a figure on the sidewalk. All black. It didn't even look like this "person" was wearing clothes necessarily. It looked like the cut out of a human, but with no dimensions. He was all black. Like a walking abyss of nothingness. Basically, this figure acted like he noticed me standing there. It's head turned at me abruptly and then quickly started shuffling its feet and began running toward me. To say the least, I freaked the fuck out and slammed the door shut. Breathing heavy and being scared as shit, I panicked and tried locking the door as quickly as possible. I was actually in such a state of fear, that I really couldn't get the lock to turn over. I stood there, with my hands on the door, holding it shut, breathing hard, my heart pumping rapidly, just hoping this being/figure/man/meth head, whatever it was, didn't try and get in the house. After about 15 seconds, I realized no one was there. I opened the door and saw no one. Not even someone walking down the street. Hands down, one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. The whole situation reminded me of a nightmare. In my dreams, I've always escaped scary situations by curling up in to a ball, which to this day, still wakes me up. A defense mechanism I suppose. But this wasn't a dream. This was reality. This was something occurring in front of my waking eyes.

By the by, I refer to this being as The Shadow Man. It makes the most sense to me. "Shadow Man" also conjures memories of Mega Man. Who fought a master robot with the same name. It just so happens that this character appears in Mega Man 3. Which also was my favorite of the Mega Man series. If that wasn't enough, before I began writing this article, I looked up Shadow Man's level on MM3, on youtube. The video for it is 3:30 minutes long.

So now,  let's talk about Monday, August 20th 2012. Around 6 am, I was dreaming. I was sleeping over at a friend's house, in his brother's room, since he was out and about at the time. Basically, the part of the dream I remembered is when I was standing on grass, looking at a street, with houses behind it. I assumed I was just in a front yard. In front of me, I see someone riding a bicycle. It's the Shadow Man! I shit you not. All black. No clothes. He turned to me, quickly, jumped off the bike and started sprinting toward me. He got so close that I saw him 2 inches away from my face. I was terrified and did what I do best, and curled up in to a ball. I jolted back in to reality. Breathing hard, sweating, thanking the Gods that I got to wake up.

The next day, I told the owner of the room about it. He said, non nonchalantly, "Oh, so you saw the shadow man, huh?" I was confused. I hadn't told him about my past experiences with this shadow being. He explains to me that his room has some weird shit going on in it.  He constantly has strange dreams and even sees shadow beings in his mirror sometimes. Pretty fucking bizarre if you ask me. Even though it was a terrifying dream, the possibility of a room with an invisible power like that intrigued me. I decided to sleep in the room again the next night so I could potentially call upon the shadow man in order to extinguish my fears and confront the demon, so to speak. The second night didn't attract the shadow man, but I did still dream. In fact, I became somewhat lucid in said dream.  Which in itself was rewarding seeing as how I've been attempting to harness the power of lucidity for about 2 decades. Very detailed and very auditory. I heard voices and sounds and I usually don't recall sounds in dreams.

So why is this happening? What is the potential cause of this flux of weird energy? It can't all be in my head, right? Others see shadow men too. Not just my friend.  After this dream, I simply googled, "Shadow Man". The wikipedia page being the first site. The way that people describe their encounters with these beings, is almost word for word how I felt. So no, this is not just in my head. This is not a coincidence.  My main theory is that this figure is either a manifestation of internal fear OR an inter dimensional being that preys on fear.  Whenever this Shadow Man turns and looks at me, it feels like I might be somewhere I'm not supposed to be and this being knows it. Running after me may simply be to chase me out of "his or her" world. I also think that maybe in whatever dimension this figure resides in, perhaps, I appear to him as a shadow man. It's all very intriguing. Only time will tell, but I feel like I haven't seen the last of the Shadow Man.

-Dom

Anthony Peake on Red Ice Radio

A truly enlightening, fascinating listen.  The most recent interview on Red Ice Creations is one with author, Anthony Peake, who developed the concept of "Cheating the Ferryman". He is a very interesting individual and I thoroughly enjoy hearing of his new studies. This is a recommended listen for anyone that is alive.

Anthony Peake on The Nature of Reality & Twilight Zones of Consciousness.

Enjoy.

-Dom

An Intense Dream Worth Immortalizing.

Wow. Well...last night was interesting. My dream was long and vivid. It started off at a big house at night, where a party was taking place. My oldest brother, being the host. I'm there, mingling and socializing. Some friends and family pop up.  At one point, I see Christopher H. Myers. I've been reading a lot of his posts lately and listening to his shows, so this isn't too strange to me. I shake his hand and tell him how the other day, I saw a license plate that read, "6GMM777". The MM 777 being relevant. The dream continues. At some point, I end up walking through the parking lot at the community center of my home town of Ripon, CA. I'm walking alongside a guy my age, I can't remember who, but I do remember that he was a friend of mine. Behind us is 4 of my aunts. They are all asking me if I've ever smoked pot or done drugs. I avoid the questioning and try to change the subject. A second later, big flashes of red occur above my head. I deduce that it's a UFO. I stare up, and it continues to flash red, like it's taking pictures. It moves off. Suddenly, a giant, white and black machine, that has the ability to hover, comes near us, also snapping photos. This time, it's clear, because I see the lens and hear the shutter. This machine is property of Ripon. It says Ripon on the side of it. Another word I recognized was BOCOM. and BOAN. These two words, even though they look similar, were separate on the ship. This is when I awake.

I immediately jot all this down on paper. I go to the computer and search: BOCOM. What comes up is a Swedish site for wireless communications, satellites, cell phones, etc. The site has this picture:

Now, my first thought when I saw this, was: "That kind of looks like the shape of a flying saucer." A lot of people can say, Oh, you're just reaching. But it's undeniable that this image looks more like a UFO than it does a cow, a palm tree, or a starfish.

Then I look up BOAN. The first site to come up is bobboan.com. Bob Boan is a scientist and writer. Some of his books discuss preparing for an alien invasion.

I don't want to discredit my consciousness, but I honestly have never heard of this man or knew of his relation to UFOs. Of course, there's always that possibility that I read about him years ago and the information was stored in my subconscious. Freaky dream, indeed. 

-Dom

Sigil Signs

Well, my first sigil test turned out strange. I lost the paper that had the drawing of my sigil on it. Which in itself is strange because I don't lose things often.  So I re drew the sigil on another paper, and ended up losing that too. When things like this occur, I take them as a sign. For whatever reason, maybe that first sigil was the wrong thing to attempt to achieve. Maybe it's unattainable. Either way, I've started a new sigil that I've just charged and will continue to meditate on. Updates to follow.

-Dom

Sigil Test

I've begun my first Sigil experiment. Star date 12-23-2011. 23 is a good number, so I'll add that positive energy to the current stream of positiveness I'm directing toward my Sigil. Updates to follow.

-Dom

Is Hollywood Spying On Me?

So let me tell you a little story.
A movie came out in 1990, when I was 4, called 'Kindergarten Cop'.

It starred this man:








The movie was about a cop going undercover as a kindergarten teacher in order to find a fugitive who was planning to reunite with his son.  The son being in this kindergarten class.

The boy's name was Dominic.
My name is Dominic.
We both had blonde hair and blue eyes and kind of looked alike.
His Mother in the film's name was Joyce.
My Mother's name is Joyce.
The movie also came out a year before I was to enter kindergarten.
Also, me and this kid had the same shirt.

-Dom

My first lucid dream: A Tale of Fire and Ice

I have always been fascinated by dreams.  I think everyone should be, considering we spend 1/3 of our lives having them.  For the last couple years, I have been trying to induce a lucid dream.  Which in the most basic of terms is being aware of what is happening while in a dream state.  Yesterday morning, I achieved this long time goal and couldn't be happier.

I awoke at 8:30am.  Knowing that I had another hour to sleep in, I decided to nod off to dream land once more.  The following occurred at some point between 8:30am and 9:30am.

I am walking down the main street of my home town of Ripon, California, when all of a sudden, I am "awake". I look at my hands and at my surroundings and realize that I am dreaming.  I decide to put my imagination to the test, seeing as how I could wake up in my bed, at any second.  I look over across the street to see one of the big, caged tow trucks used for transporting multiple cars at a time.  I point my hand toward it in a Magneto-ish fashion and think "BEND THE METAL".  The metal of the truck bends backward.  Then I think to myself, "SPRAY FIRE".  The twisted steel then spews a stream of fire on to the tree next to it.  I am amazed by this.  I decide to go further. I continue walking down the street and see a man selling fruit or trinkets of some kind.  He looks like a less attractive Paul Rudd.  I think to myself, "FREEZE HIM". I point my finger at the stranger and concentrate on an icy mist spraying out of the tip of my pointer finger. At first, nothing happens.  I get closer to him and concentrate harder. A little spray of ice releases.  I get even closer, to the point where I'm inches away from him.  I think to myself again, "FREEZE!". An icy mist comes out and freezes the man in his track.  This is awesome! Anything is possible.  Now it's time to fly.  I run and jump in to the air.  I stay floating for a bit, like I'm on the moon, but eventually float back down to the sidewalk. I try a few more times but can't seem to get off the ground long enough.  Maybe I need to be higher up.  I start to climb a tree in order to get on to the roof of a building.  While I'm doing this, I notice a family in a backyard looking up at me in shock.  It's around this point that I awake.

I can't even begin to describe the feeling of this new found freedom.  I can only hope that it becomes a regular occurrence.  My imagination is a lot bigger than just blazing trees and freezing Paul Rudd look-a-likes.

Another detail to add is that I was waking up at 9:30 to attend a family event.  Keep in mind, at this point, I have not told anyone about my dream.  While there, one of my cousins that I have not seen in 4 months, mentions in passing:

"I have a photo of you on my phone."

Me: "What's the photo of?

"You, climbing a tree."

Dream on, dreamers.

-Dom

Chewing Tobbacky

Last night I had a dream about my home town of Ripon, California.  It's a common theme in my dreams. Spending 23 years in one town will do that to you I guess.  The first part of my dream, or at least the first part I remembered, took place in a liquor store. Nothing too unusual since I frequently go to liquor stores.  In the dream, I was buying items that I would have normally bought in my waking life.  Except for one thing. Chewing Tobacco.  The skoal kind in the round plastic tin. Let me just say, I don't smoke cigarettes and I have never even tried chewing tobacco. I honestly find it to be very disgusting and would never want it anywhere near my teeth or gums.  The dream continued and I eventually woke up and wrote down the events in a notebook, like I normally do.  The next morning, I go to work and have a very routine day. In the afternoon, I'm walking down the aisle and I see an object on the ground.  I reach down to pick it up and see that it's an empty tin of Skoal Chewing Tobacco.  Very strange.  I have never came across old tins of chewing tobacco in my every day life, yet alone at Big Lots.  Which by the way, does not sell tobacco products.  What an odd 11/11/11.

-Dom