Intense dream, Gary… I’ve heard of van Dusen but I don’t know anything about him, though I am familiar with what he’s talking about.

Thanks for sharing

Recently, I had one where some guy was among a group of us standing around a table, and I had either asked a question that would give him away to answer, or I had deliberately caught him in a lie. He then assaulted me by putting his mouth right up to my left ear and saying, “Foul wind! Thou ___ ____ ____. I woke up in terror, actually shrieking a little out loud. I remember that the three words after “thou” didn’t make syntactic sense, but they gave the impression of either an accusation or a curse. I got a strong sense that this guy was a demon or denial spirit manifesting in my dream. A voice wants to say, “unowned part of yourself,” but that’s guilt; it didn’t feel like that at all. This guy didn’t have any feeling tone to me at all before his verbal assault on me, except a sense of creepiness. It didn’t feel like he was seeking revenge for some hurt done him that he blamed me for; he was just out for power to do mischief. It’s a different feeling altogether when it’s a part of myself; then, it feels more personal.

I have a different perspective on it after reading a chapter by mystic author Wilson van Dusen. Van Dusen interviewed many hallucinatory psychiatric patients and speaking to their hallucinations. Most of these were what he termed, “lower order” spirits who always sought to do harm of some sort. They had no personal identity but could take on any identity the patient assigned to them, lied, bragged without being able to back up their claims, and attached themselves to the patient, sometimes tormenting him or her with repetitious taunts about the same thing for years, sometimes dangling twisted sexual imagery in front of them and then berating them for allowing themselves to think of such things, and even causing pain and/or loss of function in specific body parts.

I feel that I’ve been fending off such spirits all my life, but often giving up and giving in to them. Moving emotion sometimes helps free me from their grip, but sometimes I need more. That chapter strongly resonated with me in a sense of terror, and I responded by clearing the back of my aura of a large number of white bubbles which seemed to represent those spirits.

Van Dusen also spoke with some “higher order” spirits, who were always there for the patient’s best interest, never overriding them, but when received, guiding them out of madness and towards sanity or wholeness. These spirits tended to be religious in the sense that they considered themselves “emanations of the Divine,” but not the divine themselves, and didn’t appear to be attached to a particular religion. By contrast, the “lower order” spirits were always antireligious and hated any mention of the divine. The higher order tended to communicate through symbols and imagery, whereas the lower order was extremely verbal. Now van Dusen undoubtedly was coming from a spirit polarized place, where strongly emotional and/or sexually charged imagery or thoughts were suspect. But I found in myself a great desire to be free of invasive spirits and to be in contact with something like the “higher order” he describes, for the soothing and peace they could bring, along with the expanded intellectual and psychic powers. I feel like will polarity seeking its spirit side. And it’s no wonder that sexual and emotional energy is mixed up with the lower order – the twists of denial have made it seem like that’s the natural place for such energy, but also, we’ve been instructed not to go into it recklessly. I was terrified when I read those instructions, but I’ve since realized that the terror I’ve been feeling into is the terror that my spirit felt but denied to have the experiences before all aspects of the self were ready, and also the horror and terror of subconsciously remembering these types of experiences and not wanting to have any more of them.

Wow that’s an awful lot stirred, and I have even more to say about it but that’ll have to do for here and now. Except that I might add, for what it’s worth, that the people being lifted in the earlier dream by the giant hand were orange and red.