Secret_History

Afterword 633
The remark: “Mineral Theophany” struck another spark with the Cassiopaean
Transmissions where I had asked a few brief questions about a dream I had. But
first, let me recount the dream from my journal:
There was a “high priest” who appeared in my dream wearing a skirt like the
Cretan depictions of the goddess with the many tiered skirt... only this was a man.
He showed me how the different tiers could be “rotated” so that certain “symbols”
aligned which then gave a message. The symbols were zodiacal and the star names
were of great significance. The trick was, to align them properly.
The same dream then morphed. I was holding a vase that appeared to be onyx or
something like that. Others had tossed it on a junk heap, and I picked it up and was
examining a lot of “scratch” marks all over it. I could see that it was engraved all
over, but that all the grooves were filled with dirt and it was coated with grime. I
began to clean it with Q-tips and water very carefully going into all the little cracks
and tracing out all the lines. As I did so and the dirt came away, I was awestruck at
the beauty of this thing. It was not only cunningly worked with some great mythical
scene being enacted, but it was inlaid with amazing veneers of various colored
stones... and, it was also translucent so that the “blackness” turned out to be really a
deep, translucent purple as though there was a light within.
The dream morphed again: Ark and I were walking and it seemed to be a sort of
“park” or “recreation” area of some sort with mountains and cliffs and so forth. We
were walking about looking at rock formations and shrubbery - it was very dry and
needed water - and he was walking along a path and I decided to hide in a bush and
see how long it took for him to notice I was missing... just playing... but I suddenly
found myself standing on the path ahead of him... and he asked “how did you do
that?”. So, I said... well, I ducked into this bush and there was a cleft in the rock,
and I started to squeeze into it and something happened and here I am!
He insisted that I go back and show it to him. So, we went back, and there was a
small cave entrance... looking rather like the broken cleft of the tomb in the
Arcadian Shepherd’s painting. He said that it was impossible... too small ... I told
him “try it”.
So, he stooped down and entered the cave... meanwhile, I decided to stay busy by
cleaning all the cracks in the rocks around the cave entrance... there was a trickle of
water, and I was using some sort of cloth... and as I did, the water kept increasing
its flow until it was a veritable fountain! At this point, Ark came stumbling out of
the cave, holding his eyes, crying tears and laughing at the same time saying “I
believe! I believe! I’ve seen it with my own eyes!”, and that sort of thing.
So, we started to leave the park and as we were walking out the entrance, I glanced
up at the cliff face, and there was a huge mosaic set in the rock... on the right were
seven sharks... the bottom one was pale, and they got darker as they went up...
stacked, exact same images... and on the left was a huge whale depicted in the act
of “whipping around” with his mouth opening, his eye on the sharks and preparing
(by implication of the frozen posture) to devour them all at one bite. I told myself
that I needed to remember this dream and woke up.
July 19, 1997
Q: I had a dream the other night. As Ark and I were leaving [a large park area]
in my dream, I looked up and saw a mosaic on the side of the mountain. It had
seven sharks, one above the other, the lowest being pale almost to the point of
transparency, and the highest being very dark and intense in color. There was a