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The Trees of Knowledge (from childhood on...)

Portions from childhood...

A composite of a few locations, the main facets being the Dendera Temple complex (temple of Hathor), the post office of where I was living at the time, the Tree of Knowledge (Florida one) and some other aspects integrated into my mind. It seems there should be more than one Tree of Knowledge, one for Corona Borealis, one for Corona Australis. At least the owl in this tree of knowledge, which seemed to reflect thoughts rather than "talk", was not a serpent or dragon. Still, even as I grew older, the Adam and Eve story never made even the slightest iota of sense to me symbolically or otherwise - I would hear "explanations" which always made far less sense than the concept in general - but then this was the case with almost everything I ever read and heard. It didn't seem to reflect truth at any level even as a young adult whenever I heard any nuances of the story. Sometimes I despised the story, almost as much as so-called "dream dictionaries" - it was like a comic strip with a bad punchline and no resolution. I am called Claudius by the owl that, again, does not speak.

"Veeeeee..." I know of the letter V. It is the twenty-second letter of the English Alphabet. So much encoding. The bottom half of the Heart Gate. It is the letter that when added to "Hathor" and shifted (using a key relative to the "two"), becomes my real wife's maiden name. Two people, walking side by side, hold hands and form the V and they are joined as Yin and Yang. Still, only a few are ever aware enough to see much of anything even in a lifetime. Two pairs of legs form two elevens and create the twenty-two, the key that opens the seal. Half of twenty-two or V, the eleventh Greek letter is "V upside-down", being Lambda.

I see a crude black-and-white drawing of myself on a post office mural (near the entrance). Everyone (all in profile) is looking one direction and me, the other. "Why are people...people?" is all I can say for a time.

"I read that the root of twenty-two is four," I say slowly, trying to appear intelligent.

"Every human on this planet is inherently wrong...always...and you are very often invisible to them, so why worry?" This seems obvious and true to me, even being young. "The root of twenty-two, to the hundredths place, is four point SIXTY-NINE, but this does not resolve back to the number." I know of sixty-nine. I know of S and C. I know of spirals and b, q, p, and d and topsy-turvey, upside-down, and sideways.

Later on, one version of the dream seemed to be "ruined" by a very annoying television commercial with the lines "Mister Owl, how many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?" Too bad you can't "unsee" whatever you see on TV. Nothing disrupts an honest seeking of truth like nonsensical pop culture references in most cases. I guess it depends on the individual. At any rate, my "pulsing" of the musical rhythm and lyrics of "Toot toot tootsie goodbye!" into my dream environments helped considerably. It was like "driving the evil stupid-looking cartoon owl out of the real manifestation". The owl is thankful and ruffles his feathers, becoming "real" again. There's no weapon in dream states like musical pulsing. Musical memory and recall works so much better than monotone affirmations or monotone anything for that matter, including monotone chants.

At any rate, in 1991, when my as-yet-to-be wife first wrote to me, the "other Tree of Knowledge" apparently started to die. This one was of Barcaldine, Queensland, Australia.

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