u/SambaPapi1

In my girlfriend's dream last night, she saw a mass of meteors falling to the earth, and then suddenly levitating, suspended in the sky. They then joined as one, becoming as bright as the sun itself, a literal second sun. So, in the sky, there was this newly formed sun on one side, and our original sun on the other. Then she saw what she discerned to be aliens floating in the sky, though they were too far, for her, to see what they looked liked, being able to describe only that they were wearing long flowing robes.

When I asked if she felt scared, she said no, it was peaceful. She's not at all into alien lore nor orb lore.

In my girlfriend's dream, she saw Kalki, who was very tall, and simply dressed. He was in a tent which was filled with underprivileged people, who were wearing ragged clothes, with dirty faces, though their faces shined with optimism and hope. Kalki, however kicked out all the rich people and affluent religious leaders, all of them decked out in gold, fine jewelry, and fine clothing, with impeccable outer appearances, but their faces were dim in comparison. Outside the tent, these rich folk were trying to peer inside, to hear what Kalki was saying to the people inside the tent. There was a lively discussion happening inside, but she doesn't remember what they were discussing.

How did she know he was Kalki? He was young looking, very tall, well built, with a pleasant face, wearing a clean white kurta (Indian style shirt). But more pertinently, there was just an inner knowing that this was Kalki. He was so bright, his face so calm.

[Also, she had this dream a few months ago, but something made me remember it just now, so I asked her to recount the details for me.]

Last night, my girlfriend dreamt of a final battle, between the Hindu gods and a great demon. The gods were were actually led by a young princely boy, decked out in jewelry and a silken attire fit for a raja with golden trim. He would be the one to defeat the demon, but was as yet vulnerable, so they came down—the entire pantheon, Shiva, Vishnu, and many other gods and goddesses—to protect the young boy. And every one of them had fierce warlike expressions on their faces, but this boy was so innocent, so cute.

The young boy was seated in a golden pot filled with flattened rice^1. There was an old beggar who was begging for food, and this little boy, bent down and took this flattened rice into his cute little palms, and gave it to the old beggar. Right after, flattened rice started appearing everywhere from out of nowhere, and the old beggar, astonished, called all his friends to come and eat.

All this was happening inside what looked like a refugee camp, except this boy alone was shining like a golden lotus. Outside, however, the war was violently raging.

Missiles were landing, explosions, smoke. She saw the demon, who arrogantly boasted: “No one can stop me!” But she was not at all afraid, standing tall and straight.

They were allowing a lot of refugees into the camp to be protected.

The gods were saying the boy must be protected. Shiva said, “Let's wait for the time. Time will answer.” He had his Trident, his body was black, seated with one leg down and the other folded, all over his body was ash, but his eyes were pleasant. The hills around him were so dark and black, not the peaceful Mount Kailash that was his abode. His presence and impression was the strongest of the gods.

(For full disclosure, my girlfriend is Hindu, though her family deity is Narasimha, the man-lion avatar of Vishnu.)

That's why sages stand singularly from the sea of merely intelligent people.

Intelligent people guided by love is in some ways an anomaly. Because it's easy for intelligent people to think they're better than others, but love says we're more or less all the same, plopped into circumstances not of our choosing.

Thus, all people become worthy of happiness, and one chooses to employ their gifts in service to all, and not just for their own benefit. Like the sun shining on all, it is this love that creates the light such souls are perceived to possess.

A light we all can possess. The light we need today.

The sage in me sees the sage in you.

So come now, let us sage against the machine.

Rather than a lone mythical spontaneous realization under some tree, today it is more the persistent application of one's mental energies towards some field or social problem, big or small. The musician creating a new genre, could inspire a medical researcher to make unorthodox correlations to find new cures. The harmonious architecture of some public housing project could stir a passion for geometry in some young child. A beautiful meal could keep someone from taking their own life.

A state of joy fosters the golden sense of wonder, which helps one to see things in new ways, the creative drive of which we are in dire need today, to be the answer to the destructive drive seeking our end.

Or there really is this many stupid people.

Is it techno, tech house, something in between?