Yesterday, while taking a long walk in nature after the rains, at a particular moment, in which there was “nothing living in my working mind but a naked intent stretching into God,” I suddenly received a flash of understanding. Some might say, of revelation. I “saw”, that is to say, I understood—or better to say, I saw in my mind’s eye, and simultaneously experienced a deep sense of Knowing—the meaning and significance of a dream I had earlier this year, on the morning of February 1st.
I would hasten to add that I do not write this in expectation of any potential reader finding merit in it. I readily confess that I too, have long tended towards the sceptical bent of mind when it comes to dreams, and especially to the apparent eagerness of so many to attach great importance to many, or worse, all their dreams.
For my part, I would have, typically, dismissed my dream of February 1st, if it were not for the appearance of three, to me, particularly striking features. A disharmony with a known reality. An unusual colour. And, most striking of all, an unusual number.
The setting was inside my garage. I was cleaning the floor—sweeping—along the left hand side wall (as one faces into the garage, from the opening doors). Positioned near the front of the garage, with its left hand side against the wall, facing toward the rear of the garage, was a green motorcycle.
This is the disharmony with known reality. My motorcycles are positioned at the right rear of the garage, facing the opposite way.
In order to sweep thoroughly—that is to say, behind the motorcycle—I moved it out from the wall (or rather, it moved itself; in the dream, when I experienced the thought that I wanted to sweep behind the left side of the motorcycle, it moved away from the wall of its own volition, as if in response to telepathic command). In doing so, I became increasingly aware of certain details.
This motorcycle was a sports bike, generally similar in form to a Ducati 916 or MV Agusta F4. That is to say, I observed a similarity in the broadly flat upper surface of the fuel tank, closely matched in visual line with the upper surface of the tail section.
It was apparently brand new. While its shape was similar to the aforementioned motorcycles, I observed that its instrument panel was dissimilar—more modern, even futuristic—and then, there also appeared to be a small thin transparent screen of some kind, unusually positioned, vertically, on the centre of the fuel tank.
Moving around the motorcycle, I observed that all the surfaces of the left hand side were covered with an opaque film; the maker’s decals underneath were only barely visible. As the right hand side was not similarly covered, in the dream it seemed to me that this motorcycle must be a brand new model, delivered with this film protecting the surfaces, and, that someone must have removed the film from the right hand side so as to display it, while leaving the film on the (hidden, against the wall) left hand side to protect it.
As I examined the left hand side more closely, trying to see the decals hidden under the opaque protective film, I rose up and noticed that a number—324—was clearly emblazoned on the tail section. And then immediately I awoke.
In the days following, I confided this dream with the two people closest to me. As I felt (most unusually) convicted that there must be some significance to it, I researched the two most obvious features: the number 324, and the colour green. I discovered many, potentially significant meanings and connections in Kabbalist, alchemical, and numerological literature (Chesed/Mercy/Love/expansiveness/increase, the Absolute, God’s “right hand”, our “inner angel”, the “green lion”, Metatron, 182 or “chai” (life) squared, Compass/the “Great Architect of the Universe”, etc). But in all this, I did not feel convinced that I understood what, if any, real-world significance there might be in my having this particular dream.
Yesterday, however, in a flash, I suddenly saw a plausible, and highly relevant meaning.
It appears clear to me now, that the dream of February 1st was a foretelling of The Key that I discovered in my two recent essays, of April 13th and May 9th.
One might call it The Key of The Left Side Deception.
In The Money $hot: Even Banking Is All About Sex, the key insight for all that followed, was that the Left hand side of the Double Triangle of Solomon—a precise symbolic representation of double-entry bookkeeping, ‘money’ creation ex nihilo, and, the “Sacred Marriage” relationship between Lender and Borrower—is the side that is subject to “magick” transformation; that is to say, it is the Left hand side that is fraudulent, “protected”, and hidden from public understanding.
In Dishonourable Debt: Why Borrowers Are Not Legally Bound To Repay Bank Loans, this key insight was taken further, in demonstrating that it is the Left hand side—the Lender’s IOU, or “promise-to-pay”—that is the legal key to unravelling the entire ‘money’-lending fraud, and thus voiding all debts to all banks.
For me, to receive understanding—some four months after—that my dream appears to have symbolically foretold these later insights, is a most remarkable, and humbling revelation.
Reader Kevin Moore says –
I looked up the gematria of “pentagram” Colin –
Pentagram in Jewish gematria = 324
New York in English gematria = 666
The Green witch dressed in black
“There were only four witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and the South, are good witches. I know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot be mistaken. Those who dwelt in the East and the West were, indeed, wicked witches; but now that you have killed one of them, there is but one Wicked Witch in all the Land of Oz–the one who lives in the West.”
— The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, chapter 2, “The Council with the Munchkins”
UPDATE 17 February 2018:
While parking my Harley in the garage this afternoon – after a ride to the lake to pray and meditate – I received a sudden inspiration, connecting one of the key components of this dream, to research I am doing presently. I suddenly recalled this dream, and the “unusual” shade of green of the motorcycle in it. Only now, do I know exactly what colour it was; and, understand the profound, far-reaching significance.
A hint only to that significance here – Verdigris (“green of Greece”): a poisonous pigment resulting from the action of acetic acid (eg, vinegar) on copper; or the green or bluish patina formed naturally