Into The Greenhouse Vol. V: Dreams. The Art of Living Limitlessly

Dwight S. Huggins

Format ISBN Price   Paperback (6x9) 9781438909189 $ 14.95

This is Volume V of XXV Volumes of Dreams.  Dreamt over the course of a decade, and recorded on audio-cassettes.  Starting in 1989, the dream tapes ended in 1998.  Each volume is the transcribed contents of ten audio-cassettes; each serving, as a chapter, which were mostly 90 minutes. 

 

These dream volumes, do validate the dreams shared in the revolutionary memoir, Dream Magus Of Babylon, ISBN: 9781425988760, which explores the spiritual journey of Task Companions;  Stephen S. Katz and I, which lasted 7 years and beyond, transcending his passing in 1989.  A fascinating read, it explores a life in the theatre in both New York City and Canada, involves a nasty betrayal, great anecdotes, with dreams of the departed woven into the magical, inspiring tale that’s full of laughter and kick-ass sex! 

 

Dwight S. Huggins was born in Nevis, August 2nd 1960.  Dwight has lived in St. Kitts, America and Canada, enjoys Jazz and collecting First Nations art, and considers the height of living to be as awakened when asleep as when awake. Dwight is Married and works as a Dream Counsellor, Life Coach. 

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                                                Dream one.  I was in the Middle East in Israel, or the juncture of Israel and the lands to the west (east) of it.  It was the set of a live news report, for CBS Evening News. 

We were high up on a cliff and across the way was another cliff.  There on the opposite cliff were these people, who were in the midst of a religious ceremony. 

It was like in Petra, Jordan, where the temples are dug into the rock face of the cliffs.  But it was something like Mount Rushmore, where a sacred head, was there. 

This Gnostic-like priest was there; a Greek orthodox priest, wearing all black, crowned with an unusual-looking hat.  He went up and kissed the right cheek of the granite face, and then the right side of the nose. 

It was a very prominent, Caucasian face.  He kissed the lips and was filled with ritual fervour.  The masses who looked Islamic were multitudinous; dark-skinned or if Jews then perhaps Falasha or Sephardim. 

But I did not get the sense that they were Jews, but perhaps they were orthodox Jews in all their long black vestments.  Soon the masses joined in, in a ritualised response to the priest’s lamentations...