So I was working on an art/work project. I'll keep the project itself vague, and just say it involved a swirling, spiraling motif. I was finding the project difficult, challenging, but I (my ego!) was not one to give in too easily, and I pushed and kept on pushing. I was getting closer, but descisions were whelming a bit. So many choices and I had to figure it all out...the project involved many many little pieces, all fitting together and moving together in swirling, water-like formation. The project itself reminded me of DMT visions. Was possibly even an attempt for me to build what I had seen, what I had been shown, to imitate the entities and their vibrant beauty.

I decided to take some time off from active work, blast off, hoping to perhaps find inspiration, feeling that the answer was right there before me, I just had to recognise it, let it happen. This looked like a job for hyperspace!

The vision that I was greeted with was torment, certainly a taunt. My vision was of a spriraling swirling malestrom, out of control, hectic, spasming and just way to fast, much faster than the average blast off, that's for sure. The scene was all made up out of very kenetic little bits. A mockery of my project--it just kept manically spiraling out of control, always falling apart before it could resolve itself--an utter characiture of my project I tell you. The face of a court jester, complete with the tri-pronged belled cap kept emerging, his face utterly delirious, toungue lolling, eyes rolling, smiling insanely, perhaps drooling, falling apart along with the rest of the mess that was his body, his world and his creation.

I felt mocked and betrayed. It took me an hour or so to accept that the vision was true. AT first I really just felt insulted and attacked. I needed to back off and let my work happen, quit trying to brute force my way through. The project itself did turn out a failure, an embaresment, months of work just to fail--a failure which took place in public. It kinda sucked. The lesson was accepted, but a bit too late. Perhaps the ulimate failure helped drive home the lesson.

Interpretation:

When we feel inspired, when we have a vision to create something, that thing already does exist--perhaps only in dream, but it's still there. No need to force, just set the scene and let if flow. This may not be a universal lesson, but for me, I know I've been to forceful in the past.

Writing this has been a good reminder--that inner calm is rather important. Calm strengthe works so much better than agitated power.

what an amazing lesson!
applicable to virtually all areas of life.