A-i-t-S 2 : A Dream For Who

The 2nd in a series venturing beyond the veil of the obvious. Read this for more info about this series in general. Continuing on from last week’s episode, I have decided to finish the series by this year’s end, re-posting the few which have already appeared and adding the new ones as well. This supernatural dream was posted in 2018.

A Reading from the Book of Revve…

— Glossary — (these terms appear in bold within the text)
Jepherus – William Jefferson Clinton (the ’90s)
Columba – North America
Ahrimangu – the World Wide Web, aka the Information Superhighway
Sons of Widows – seekers distinguished by moral autonomy
joomba – djembe drum circle music
nuajah – new-agey self-help literature
digimentos – computer software
Noobis – Africa
Dagamas – Portuguese
Kaanan – Canada
Kebikwa – Quebec
Kwa-ka-lapiz – Appalachians & Laurentians Mts.
Gothis – NY/NJ metropolitan area
Porto – Newark
Azotl-Qwotl – Mexico City
Harrok-man – a forest north of Gothis
Jeru – a beautiful stream in the wilderness
qing – in Chinese esoterics, the subtle sweet nectar of life detectable within the saliva of a woman’s fervent kiss

— Personalities —
Icker – author
Icker’s Deep Self
Ellis – Ellis Feldman

— Imaginary Beings —
Angels of Icker, Ellis, Zoya
Archangel of Kanaan
Az – dark archangel of Ahrimangu (herald inspirer of the World Wide Web)
an Archai (a zeitgeist spirit)



1 An exquisite Archai, bodyless, whose lungs were the motions of stars, exhaled — peering down through the layers of active sentience unto the surging follies of men.


1 Now in the time of the reign of Jepherus, when not yet all hearts of goodwill had become Sons of Widows,
before Ahrimangu‘s masked darkness baffled the seeing of men

2 a great sweeping urge consumed the credulous folk of Columba such that many a one quested inwardly in concealment concerning themselves with the ancients’ remarkable riddle, namely what it is that they were, and what it is that they were part of,

3 and many souls thought prosperous in worldly fashion sought depth and conviction of engagement within their allotted lifepaths.

4 And multitudes of yoga studios sprouted within strip malls.

5 And nary a public gathering ensued lest a drum circle
flooded all ears and pelvises with the pulse of joomba. And lo the maidens and some men took to the raiments of Noobis whereas the fair people of Noobis watched and comprehended it not.

6 And many were the merchants who prospered in the trade of CDs of meditative relaxation music, and also who presented themselves as energy healers of every imagined manner, or practitioners of Reiki.

7 Or even those who artificially cleansed the bowels of unfamiliar clients.

8 Verily, the number of nuajah booksellers exceeded the number of groceries, and the multitudes frequented these markets, flirting with
one another’s pathologies.


1 There was a wandering artisan of sorts called Icker who dwelt in the district of Porto, among an enclave of Dagamas, the same as were renowned for their bustling industry and fisheries.

2 And Icker was skilled in the lore of digimentos, journeying all about Columba to ply his craft, sometimes to windy Kanaan or even to distant Azotl-Qwotl.

3 Now Icker’s woman was called Marnaya, whose eyes were true and heart was kind and voice was joyful, a teacher of toddlers, and she took delight in her calling.

4 And her form was pleasing, and their coitus gratifying, and their friendship serene.

5 But she cared not to bear an infant or raise a babe of her own, and on occasion this troubled Icker, who began to consider that his opportunity for heirs had passed by, being contemplative upon the nature of his legacy, if any.

6 But Icker had love for Marnaya and let not this issue dissuade him.

7 And too, Marnaya cared less for conversation about matters of the mind, though Icker bore a keen need to do so. In weak moments, Icker grieved sorely
his seeming destiny, that his chosen mate offered not this level of union.

8 But Icker had love for Marnaya and let not this issue dissuade him.

9 And in time Icker’s good nature diminished, and he knew not why.


1 Now Ellis was a friend of Icker, who had wisdom in the arts of pharmacy. Oft was the time when Ellis would dispense advice without recompense
to some acquaintance with a malady or dysfunction.

2 And this Ellis devoted himself to learning all the nuajah methods regarding health of the body, originating from many regions and quarters.

3 And he became learned to distinguish the false from the true. Though humble in external circumstance, many in his circle took note of his value.

4 Whereas Ellis was drawn to study of the body, Icker considered the psyche. And he busied himself with every discovered technique.

5 So for a while the two friends collaborated in harmony, each providing what the other lacked in pursuit of their knowledge for healing the man, and the woman.

6 And whenever their duties allowed, they met for long walks, each telling of new findings and listening and together pondering the significance.

7 And at last their mutual acquaintance had entered already its third year. And it was the third portion of that year, the season when forests around Gothis blaze with many colors,

8 when the first breaths of northern frost seep forth, thrilling those of good cheer with portents of adventurous change, and harrowing those of frail makeup with trepidation and apprehension.

9 On such a day, while peregrinating through the glades of Harrok-man, Ellis disclosed to Icker his decision to soon relocate to the core of Gothis, for a well-reputed and master chemist had agreed to employ him there.

10 In part, Ellis sought his friend’s council in this. For Gothis, all knew, was a trying place to inhabit, fraught with the travails of metropolis.

11 But the two friends agreed in the merits of the decision, despite both knowing this would come to mean their meetings would come less easily, and with greater intervals between them.

12 And sensing transition, their consensus was to reconvene in one month. Upon exchanging farewells, they were amazed by an enormous massing of swirling brown leaves, spiraling in the activated wind all about them.

13 And a one steeped within the ways of the spirit would recognize this as a sign, but Icker and Ellis recognized it not.


1 Less than a fortnight after this, Icker was called upon to travel to Kanaan, a journey by motorized conveyance upwards of seven hours. The entire time, Icker was consumed in vexing reflections.

2 For his pairing with Marnaya troubled him greatly, and now his friendship with Ellis was beleaguered. And he longed for some soothing outlet.

3 Now at this hour of earthly unfolding, unbeknownst to men but evident enough to the hearts of some wise women, dark Az had been given to his secret machinations.

4 And then setting his numerous clairvoyant eyes upon the affairs of men, he gestured arcanely with one hoof. And upon earth in the physical maya of men,
a new obsession took root.

5 And this obsession was inspired within the thoughts of those self same souls engaged with alacrity upon the very arts digimentos which Icker professed.

6 And lo across Columba at first,
Ahrimangu extended his tendrils so an innovation of great attractive force spread everywhere with shattering velocity.

7 This innovation being called Internet chat forums. And soon it spread beyond Columba even unto every known and unknown place within the whole world.

8 And men could thereby have converse and congress with utter strangers, no knowledge being required of their interlocutor’s means or manners or habits or employ or biographies or even outward appearances.

9 And this was good in the beginning.

10 But a miniscule leaven was secreted by Az within this loaf, for this is the methodology of evil. That the tempting devices be masqueraded with much good and the lie be but partial, decorously adorned by marvelous truths.

11 For within not many years, it became uncommon and impossible to converse within chat rooms except lewdly. And the earnest sharing of thoughts was replaced by the basest ribald discourse.

12 And humans fornicated via digimentos with no investment whatsoever, knowing only their own sensations and compulsions for amusement.

13 Thus Az and Ahrimangu seeded havoc and chaos among the well-considered destiny maps lovingly created by the exalted choirs. The dealings of men upon earth descended into further dissolution.

14 But this is not the tale I am relating, although I am conversant with it, for these present events took place somewhat earlier.


1 The following day, having concluded his affairs in the southern parts of Kanaan, Icker sought to rest in a district called Kebikwa, where the dialect was beautiful and the victuals both pleasant and various.

2 Having finished his nourishment he retired to a chamber whereupon he amused himself with Ahrimangu. And lo it pleased his heart that one called Zoya appeared in the chat room, which at that moment was devoted to discussing the aphorisms of Rumi.

3 Icker knew of the woman Zoya from previous encounters in Ahrimangu‘s domain, having been favorably impressed with her perceiving, and earnest pondering, and kindness of heart. And their converse grew in range and depth and intimacy, each recognizing within the other one of markedly kindred sentiment.

4 In this way they teased and amused and beguiled themselves passing several hours until Icker grew tired, the day’s energy allowance well spent.

5 Yawning virtually, they began extending fond nighttime wishes, when one inquired as to the other’s actual physical whereabouts.

6 In this manner it was revealed that Zoya resided verily in fair Kebikwa, in a secluded lovely hamlet nestled in the sloping pine forests of Kwa-ka-lapiz, and likewise Icker was presently housed at an inn near the same place.

7 And this serendipitous happenstance bestirred their dreaming, dreams of the gentlest texture, very sweetly that night.

8 And both Az and the angelic messengers of Icker, Zoya, and Ellis observed all this with keen attention.

9 For verily, verily, the religion of the gods is nothing other than mankind itself.


1 Icker awoke late in a condition of feverish uncertainty, for his affections were fragmented between Marnaya and Zoya, the woman of Kanaan, whom he’d never set eyes upon nor knew he of her likeness.

2 A message awaited him, via the auspices of Ahrimangu. And it was Zoya proposing a meeting for the midday repast.

3 At the appointed place Icker soon cared not for refreshments, for Zoya was exceeding comely, her hair a thick and dark rippling waterfall, the color of mahogany tree bark, her eyes the same hue as a young spruce tree.

4 She wore distinctive garments of her country and a band of yellow citrine stones punctuated the lovely expanse between her neck and bosom, an adornment
neither ostentatious nor typical.

5 And she spoke an inviting greeting, and upon hearing her voice, Icker was duly smitten. And they soon repaired to her abode.

6 And they spent many hours in the most varied discussions, warming the glow in each other one’s eyes and heart. Their fingers sometimes interlocking and decoupling, moved across his and her hands.

7 And Icker saw her mind, that it carried no guile and no artifice. Her demeanor was direct, her being honest and kindly and gentle. And her eyes shone with true wanting.

8 And he kissed her mouth in eloquence, tasting of the sweet qing.

9 And having changed her robe she sat her body down softly, straddling his right thigh. And sweetly but firmly locked in her gaze, her eyes considered his, like waves upon a sea.

10 And he felt her moist ardent wishing enrobing both sides of his thigh with her ample warm signature.

11 And coming into her chamber, they coupled fervently well into the midnight, now covered in sweat, now laughing and speaking happily, now whispering softly and with contentment.

12 And well satiated and nourished were the regarding elemental spirits with their feast of nectar and unpretentious ambrosia that night.

13 And driving homeward on the morrow, Icker thought deeply on the events of the past days, but mostly longed for her taste and her touch.

14 He could not escape a strange notion of recognition within her soul. For there was newness in her embrace, but equally familiarity. And the havoc
in his life seemed natural.

15 And passing through a district of many mountains and distant hills, enroute to Gothis and Porto, the archangel of Kanaan extended one of its six wings, with benevolent aim, and at once Icker witnessed the shape of fair Zoya’s bare breasts and hips, within the crestlines of a yonder verdant slope.

16 And his eyes were consumed with delight.


1 Now with the passage of a month since Icker’s sojourn in Kanaan, winter gripped the environs of Gothis with a clenched fist.

2 And seeking news, Icker sent word to Ellis, that they soon convene and discuss things deep and shallow. And after some further weeks, Ellis could come towards Porto for one day.

3 And they spoke first of the events concerning Ellis’ new circumstances of employment, and of the trials and worries of his clients. Then Icker opened the topic of women and relations, for he supposed that his friend might offer words to cast light on his quagmire.

4 But Ellis appeared strangely unmoved, and Icker chose not to disclose of his intimacy with Zoya, for Ellis also thought highly of Marnaya.

5 Instead, they spoke of peripheral matters, and Icker saw that Ellis had not much experience with relationships of the heart, preferring to think of it only in the most pragmatic way, quite un-engaged with heated feelings.

6 And he marvelled over the pragmatics and wisdom in this, or lack of it.

7 And at the day’s end Icker judged his friend withdrawing from involvement, as though some epoch had departed. And indeed quite longer intervals of time now passed between their subsequent meetings.

8 So Icker gradually despaired, alone in his conceits, and more doubtful each day of a happy resolution.

9 For Icker now longed for distant Zoya on all levels, but grieved sorely for kind loyal Marnaya, who with each passing week, though physically proximate,
seemed fading from his orbit and contemplations.


1 Thus matters festered until springtime, when one day Zoya sent word of urgency, in her need to meet with Icker. And they arranged to meet halfway betwixt their disparate towns.

2 So in a place travelling south for Zoya, and north for disintegrating Icker, near to a place of remote beauty called Jeru, they came together at an inn. And after fond affectionate greetings, they fell into erstwhile discussion.

3 Whence Icker became rapt with the words issuing from her lips. And the tone of her speaking was serious.

4 And Zoya spoke: I have had a dream pregnant to me of meaning, but of this meaning I cannot discern.

5 And she further revealed that it concerned him. And this dream was lucid, not fully a dream. For its sharpness rivaled that of waking awareness, and its impression was yet vivid the day after.

6 Now Icker saw fresh why so deeply he loved her, for she was one who knew, and had true knowledge of the spirit, and could speak light slowly and serenely.

7 And seeing this directly, she took clasp of his hands gently in hers, and told plainly of her vision, not embellishing and not omitting a detail.

8 A kind man came, who had economy of speech, and perfect politeness of manner, filled with respect and true purpose.

9 And she could see in his eyes that his concern was goodness, and he paused, that they could regard each other’s spirit.

10 Whereupon he said “I am a Man of the Fields”.

11 And he then carefully transferred to her a small package, but a thing of great value. In so doing he transmitted the thought that his time of stewardship for this thing of value was closing.

12 And she understood that her stewardship was to commence in that moment.

13 And seeing the character of her acceptance, he withdrew in kindness, but also with purpose. “I have taken care of this vessel a brief while; but now this task falls onto you. Farewell.”

14 Now Icker was filled with amazement, and so inquired further as to the manners of this man.

15 And Zoya described the sense of duty which he bore, and further the self-effacing nature of his actions and speaking, how his presence was gracious and respectful, but not formal.

16 And in these images, Icker recognized his friend Ellis.

17 And Zoya confirmed that the precious item concerned within her vision was Icker himself. She understood this while in the presence of the Man of the Fields.

18 “And I relate to you these things intimate to my soul, beloved Icker, for you have captured a place very central to my heart.”

19 And it was her hope that Icker could tell the meanings of these signs; and he said he would ponder hard on them.

[ A springtime grove near Jeru ; Collaborating Deepselves (source) ; Fingers of Illumination (source) ]


1 Zoya needed to return straightaway to Kebikwa, but Icker lingered a day, soothed by the environs of beautiful Jeru.

2 And he removed himself to a wild place, where the forest was quiet, and the sunlight shimmered on the face of a pristine lake, and all around him were multitudes of green buds striving soon to be leaves.

3 For a long while Icker took in this scene with devotion, till his mind was clear and untrammeled. And then he turned to Zoya’s dream.

4 Now Ellis knew not of Zoya, and Zoya knew only of Ellis in passing, for Icker had mentioned him briefly on one occasion. But spoke little of his character or heart.

5 Further only Icker knew of Ellis’ family name, which was called: Feldman.

6 And one thing more Icker alone was aware of, namely the translation in Germanic of this surname of Ellis. For in Germanic, ‘Feldman’ signifies a man who works in the fields, that is to say, a field man, a man of the field.

7 And the weight of this truth glowed incandescently within him, for it constituted a singular mystery.

8 And Zoya knew nothing of the tongue of the Germanics, and Ellis knew it not either. But Icker knew of it.

9 Icker traced the passage of the clear and alive water, feeding from the wild stream Jeru. He studied a point in the lake near where he sat. And a cloud opened a line of light from the sun just where he gazed.

10 Sometimes, the ephemeral beauty of nature seemed to wish itself known, just so, to the only one who was regarding her, a gesture expressly for him.

11 And he saw truth, and knew it. Zoya’s dream was a message only for him, for only he could decipher it.

12 His deepself could not speak to Icker, so muffled were his ears with anguish. But the deepself of Ellis met the deepself of Zoya, and Zoya’s listening was whole and unsullied.

13 There are times we can simply give love where we are, and trust that the cosmos will reroute it to our most precious intendeds. Let them whose palates waken, taste of this, and take their nutrition.


1 An exquisite Archai, inhaling — with reverent devotion, while the Sun, was hurtling towards Taurus.


Thanks for reading about my supernatural adventure. The raison d’etre for this series of articles is explained here. A further adventure can be read about here. May you be open to your own supernatural adventures, while taking care to retain your clear-eyed reason and mental sobriety, to protect yourself from delusion.

Note: I chose to take creative license with the narrative style of this story for aesthetic reasons. But in keeping with the purpose of the series ‘Adventures in the Supernatural’, it is fundamentally a true story, which I experienced. In particular, the detail of the vision in Chapter 8 as well as the interpretive facts mentioned in Chapter 9 are true, and they form the basis of why I am telling these events.

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  1. 1. Fascinating story. Impressive and insightful on the depths and confusions of people’s emotions within their tangled relationships. 2. Fabulous prose. For a while, I found myself engrossed in a passage from a George Eliot novel. 3. False interpretation? possible of this dream. We can designate any value or desire on any given message which meets the most ready approval of our conscience. 4. Fire within. Sensual paradise has been your heaven on earth — and longings for more are revealed?


    1. Gosh its good to hear from you again Steph! Thought of you often during your absence after the previous news. I hope you are feeling a return to you. Had similar events in my life this year; it definitely transforms one. Will send you a private note on all this so as not to clog up blog comment space. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Thanks so much for reading this. Two pretty lengthy pieces. And special thanks for your thoughts; your compliments are generous and warming. About note #2 I take you to mean that the writing quality reminded you of George Eliot? And within a novel? This seems also quite a compliment and I thank you kindly — though I must admit I have never read G.E. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Items #3 and #4 look to require a longer response and deeper thinking than my current wakefulness will permit. To do you justice, I will wait and get back to you on them. Happy to see your icon up on the screen there & wishing you well.


      1. Yes, the prose — or maybe it was the scenes you painted — reminded me of G.E., whose books i have been reading the last couple of yrs. Currently on Silas Marner and next to read is Middlemarch. I am blessed with family members who will gift me any book I request. Not that I cant purchase them myself but they come with extra meaning when sent by others. ๐Ÿ™‚

    2. So, I got curious and looked into George Eliot a bit. Turns out I have completely forgotten about a novel of hers I read i university days for a course on Victorian Prose, called “The Mill On The Floss”. I remember nothing of it. However, I did watch a PBS multi-part dramatization of “Daniel Deronda” sometime in the 90s. And thought it an absorbing ‘karmic’ tale which was well done. Eliot was quite a character, and delightfully independent, going by her Wikipedia entry. Pretty wild stuff for mid 19th century proper England. I have this subscription to Audible with a couple of free books available, and have decided to order the read version of her “Middlemarch” to listen to… critics seem to have selected it as her best novel.


      1. Both books are in my library. They are lovely, brilliantly-written works of a literary genius. — Oh, now that you have learned about Middlemarch, i must hurry and finish Silas Marner. — Dear soul, you will find her works astonishing and wonder to yourself why you have deprived yourself all this time of her books. ๐Ÿ™‚

    3. Now about your #3, Steph. You bring up false dream interpretation, and go on to amplify this saying that there is a wide arbitrariness around such efforts, and one is too free perhaps to associate ay meanings one likes to the symbols which are present, according to one’s moral preferences at the moment. (I think this is what you mean, for the comment is a bit terse in this section,,, hope I have it right.)

      I would say to this: what interpretation? If you look carefully, I have given no actual interpretation of the dream in the piece, choosing instead to leave this for the reader. If you think about it, it does not matter to the essence of the episode whether Icker chooses Marnaya, or Zoya, or neither or both. And this is why none of that is mentioned. It is not important to the central point which is that a dream occurred, which was lucid, about a meeting between two people who in fact had no physical acquaintance with each other in life, such that the dreamer had no way to understand the dream. She could only go to Icker for help with this, who was the only one in a position to know both persons, and to know about the mysterious clue in German which solidifies the identity of Ellis in the dream, and who also was therefore the only one who could realize in a flash that the dream was in fact a message intended for Icker. (It is true that there was also a significant aspect for Zoya.) All of the above is pretty much discernable without any interpretation whatsoever. And it has nothing to do with any potential eventual outcomes in the story line.

      Going back to the purpose for this series of writings, I am trying to illustrate strictly spiritual moments and happenings within a real biography, my life, which have no possible sensory world physical explanations, and which propel the rediscent, kicking and screaming so to speak, to consider that their worldview must undergo a reassessment process to incorporate more spiritual, aphysical, aspects, as best that they can. That Zoya can on some level ‘know’ about the man of the fields is physically impossible, and can only be further grasped by opening oneself to spiritual considerations. As I point out elsewhere, in many places, there is a great inner resistance to do this in people.

      The other thing which should not be minimized is the ‘lucid’ character of the dream. Not everyone has experienced these, and I do not know if you have. I have had a handful in my life, and they are palpably different in quality from anything else. Hope this helps.


  2. this line addresses an interpretation of a dream: 11 And he saw truth, and knew it. Zoyaโ€™s dream was a message only for him, for only he could decipher it.

    or is the writer’s interpretation of dreams where I am confused. In line 9, it is Icker who is mesmerized by the water and then line 12 appears to continue with thoughts of Icker in the first person and where is Ellis in this continued line of internal dialogue?: 12 His deepself could not speak to Icker, so muffled were his ears with anguish.


    1. Hang on — going back to look at it.
      OK, 9:11 does not describe an interpretation of Zoya’s dream… meaning, it does not hazard a theory as to the meaning of the symbols in it. Instead it describes a completely factual realization, as occasioned in the story, by the fingers of light touching the water. This factual realization is that only Icker is in a position to identify Ellis, yet it is not his, Icker’s dream. That is extraordinary. This leaves Icker free to ponder on the significance of Ellis and Zoya within his life, in the current context of his biography and irresolution. Yes, in 9:12 it is Icker’s deepself who is blocked from communicating with Icker, for Icker is temporarily lost in the maze of life and is too clouded to see/hear. But the deepselves (and earthly selves) of Ellis and Zoya are not so clouded, and convene in the lucid dream to communicate a message of value to Icker (provided Zoya can inform him of it in an earthly way, which she does). Icker then wakes up, so to speak, to the realization that spiritual forces are working to assist him in his quandaries, and they freely employ the souls of persons closely connected to him to do so. There is an important and powerful solace in this. This is one of the ways spirit works to assist human lives, via dreams, and the spiritual beings performing the assisting are of many cooperating types: angels, deceased humans, and humans higher aspects themselves. Of course all this is not the dream’s message but stuff I later have worked out. I personally have an interpretation, an analysis of the symbols and meanings, of Zoya’s dream, but not Icker in the story. He is not there yet, and does not need it in order to begin to ‘uncloud’ and move forward.


  3. you have given no interpretation of the dream? It is within your story. Forgive me if I am terse. Perhaps another time when the holidays don’t encroach on my fiction readings, I will patiently have more dialogue with you on these incredible pieces you have shared with us. — It is admirable of you to believe that humanity is in need of more spiritual connection with their inner goodness. Wholeheartedly agree with this. — Lucid dreams are inner thoughts being brought to the forefront for unknown reasons — perhaps the subconscious desires to learn about misgivings or errors of our ways that haunt us from within our psyches. We are a busy society and few of us stop to dwell on our night thoughts for there are children needing nurterance and chores to attend to. — You are right that we need to dwell on moral lessons but speak to the reality of time limitations that delay the introspection you wish for us. — I wish you lengthy and productive daylight hours and prosperous nights of transcendental voyages.


    1. well — I have interpretations about that dream scenario which go beyond what is written about in the story, because as I said, the story did not need it. not meaning to accuse, by the way, with the terse remark, just trying to say I may not have fully gotten what you meant. about the rest of what you say here, thanks, and I have found that in opening up oneself more and more to these kinds of questions, a harmony starts to develop between contemplative and responsibility oriented parts of life, and the two aspects cooperate more together and become less disconnected. probably helps too that I’m retired *lol*


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