Sunday, December 4, 2011

Dream 15 and its interpretation


Dream 15 and its interpretation

It is long time since I had a dream to  post to Maha Brahma and true to my nature when I am on holiday mood but not going for any holiday due to cash trapped or cash-strapped eventuality, I dream a lot.
I have already spend my November salary and I did not go out on Saturday even to the bookshops due to the same reason;
I finished all my house chores which included feeding the fish and attending to  water plants and the Internet browsing and went to sleep like a log.
I cannot remember what time but I could not see any (did not bother seeing them anyway) digital editions of any Sunday papers.
Linux downloads were painfully slow.
It got to be before midnight.

I could remember having a big tea and loads of cookies, bananas and chocolates, since my intention was to, not to get up with shivering (winter colds is hitting us now) in early morning with hunger pains.

Long nap was in shape and nothing interesting to do on Sunday except sleeping to my heart content.
I did not expect to dream, though.
But there was lot of it.
Dreams and dreams.

I was invited to a Water Summit.
It was not a Earth Summit and even in my dreams they do not invite me for Earth / or Environment Summit.
They are scared that I come out with bare facts of mother nature not some bizarre figures.
Everybody who was somebody was greeting me and to my surprise even Environment Lady Helen Clark was there to greet me.

She greeted me and that was the first time I met her face to face and before I could even start a conversation with her, I was ushered to a big platform which looked like Antarctica to me an I was elected as the earth representative with a big applause.
I had a strange feeling as if I was in heaven.
Everybody who was somebody was known to me and there were no enemies at all.
Only missing person which I dearly expected was my dog and he was not there.
There was nobody from home and in my dream and I new instantaneously it was a dream for sure and I have to please Maha when I wake up and I went into real dream's dream mode, so to speak, if I may.
So I was taken into water polo event and then another event and another event and it was never ending high fun.
No distractions at all.
Finally they let me rest in a far corner of this dream land where there were no mosquitoes.
I remember telling one person who looked like a real angle, I like tea but hate mosquitoes.
I remember them asking me  "tea or coffee" not with the British or American Air Hostess Accent but very very sweet pronunciation with an appropriate pause in between, indeed or with sugar and / or milk.
I had a very invigorating cuppa and without batting an eyelid I was in "Metta Meditation Mode, the 3 M Mode of my contemplations, without mosquitoes.
I must tell you that I cannot practice even in my dream practice Metta Meditation if there were mosquitoes around which are plenty now in this blessed land affected by global warming.
It was simply due to my medical training where we were (like in dogs) train to tune into subtlest of or a faintest of murmur and the mosquito beatings (somewhat similar to our Suntush's Music) are like bomb blasts to me.
I was in a prolonged Metta Mode and nobody disturbed me.
Then I woke to the tune of my dog who was greeting the visitors.
I looked at the clock.
Past 1 P.M.
It was 14 hour long sleep and 14 our long nice healthy dream.

I washed my face and joined the lunch few minutes late without a cup of tea.
It was very strange and usually my dreams are bizarre to say the least and nothing futuristic in content.
Immediately posted an email and in return of post I get a Maha's Voiced Mail (M.V.M).
He was in a jolly good mood but I wasn't.
I told him this one was a dull dream and it was like my childhood days and now with lot of previous experiences, nobody would elect me as a earth representative (they won't select me to represent even hell, though - they are sacred I do a good job there with my supercomputer program) and I new in my heart it was dream.
Then he told me, I was checking your heart beat and it was so slow and there were no heart sounds audible and your brain waves were very smooth and there was a nice aura around your vertex, I thought you were attaining Nibbana in your dream and I did not won't disturb you.
What nonsense I told him.
One of your angle guys told me that there were no mosquitoes and I did not believe him and I, as a precaution went into energy saving metabolic mode (E.S.M.M.) that is why I did not exhale CO2 (to prevent global warming) and the heart was slow.
You thought I was dead.
Wasn't you?
He was bit embarrassed with my last tone of voice.
I nearly did but the aura around your vertex was visible and it was very pleasing.
You do not know anything about M.M.M. mode.
Isn't it?
One get this Aura when in Metta meditation I told him.
Or, I see.

Yes, we do not have anybody to feel jealous or angry in heaven and Metta Meditation has no value in heaven.
My gosh?
You mean to say one has to have enemies to make the effort of Metta Meditation.
Don't con Sir.
We in this blessed land practice Hate Philosophy and it is the only valid currency.
No Metta for even Generals who were veterans of Hate Philosophy if one is not of the same colour or race or creed.
I cannot believe it.
Calm down Son.
You practiced Metta Meditation even without having major enemies (except of course mosquitoes) and it is a good practice.
I saw you were levitating and not touching on the bed below at one point.
Don't con Sir.
It is true and it is better to go into Metta meditation in your dream.
But there is one problem Sir, I did not dream anything in that long period and there was a long inner silence, Sir.
No dreams?
Yes Sir.
He was taken aback.
Dream or no dreams can you teach me M.M.M.
No problem Sir.
Just recite Karaneeya Metta Sutta (KMS) and you get the feel of it Sir.
What is this Vissudhi Magga?
It is what is recommended, isn't it?
Don't worry about it Sir.
That is only recommended for earthlings who spread Hate Philosophy and love dead bodies around them or see the enemies undergo untold suffering in prison and not for nice godly people like you.
Is there a second part to my dream?
Yes, YES.
Why didn't you interrupt the dream?
There was no necessity and you were not at all in danger except your slow breathing and the slow heartbeat but your brain was in full swing.
I see.
What was the second part?
Well, well it was not good at all.
Do you want to hear it.
Yes.
What I am going to tell is not good news but here it goes like this.
1. They had excavated Sethsundaram and got only a very little gas and petroleum but the money spent was not enough to pay for the debts and income was meager.
2. There was a long period of drought.
3. They continue to use coal as energy source.
4. Global warming peaked and Alps were barren land no snow for skiing.
5. Nasty earth quake shook the Indian plate.
6. The crack went though the belly of India dividing it to two North and South.
7. Another deep crack went through Sethusundarum and Sri-Lanka was pushed towards Australia and to the south.
8. There was a strong tsunami and that took all the Maldives for good.
9. Within months of this catastrophe what looked like a black hole exploded and the effect was to have great amount of radiation and heat enough to increase the earth atmosphere by 10 C.
10. Two thirds of the Lanka was down and under water what looked like the port was near Gampaha and the rest is history.
What happened to the parliament?
Nothing.
Don't con?
11. I must tell you one important thing and you must not tell present politicians.
Will you?
No, I promised.

Long time before the episode I mentioned here happened, Sri-Lankan voters had created a Digital Monster (DM-not DiyaWadana Nilame) and every time a politician lies his tongue get blown away and the second time they lie the heads get blown away and there was long period of good governance.
They had a budget speech one day and everybody was having the after budget cocktail and what was called the Third Force / Third Revolution digitally coined blasted the entire parliament.
What happened was a mistake.
They had programmed the server to detect even the tiniest of lies of digital content and the programmer forgot to include the proviso, one can have a little lie as a yarn to say how old politicians perennially lied and as a joke in the tea party time.
He, the MP did not say it was a joke and before the crowd could laugh the computer thought he was lying and automated activity instantaneously to blast the entire parliament.
This MP was the youngest in that crowd and he actually took oath on the same day and he was not told the parliamentary etiquette before the tea party.
Then there was a long period without party politics and that was the best period in Sri-lankan living history till the above natural catastrophe took a turn.
You mean to say there were only two recipes for the civil society.
Yes.
1. Do not lie.
2. Do not have party politics.
You mean to say if we keep one precept of the five precepts there will be wonders in this land.
Yes, but it has to be digitally controlled with population expansion.
But we are digitally backward and only 132 with 29 computers use Linux in this land.
Only Linux and not Microsoft can achieve that target of developing a Lie Free Server (LFS) in this country.
That will take eons in the present rate?
Don't you realize?
You got a big responsibility to promote Linux before you kick the bucket and not Microsoft.
You have to persevere and promote Linux with same enthusiasm with cloud computing to help you.
Will you do that?
Yes SIR.

Making a good cuppa TEA

Making a good cuppa TEA

Making a good cup of tea has become a big problem.
1. All good tea is exported.

2. What is given to the local market is the left over dust which was used as subsidiary manure in good old days.

3. Retailers take 50% of the profit.

4. There are so many brands but no brand can boast  that they give us the best tea (knowing very well they dispense the unworthy to the locals who have lost the idea of how well to protest as a customer /right now).

5. Milk has gone up in price and the quality of the milk is poor. 
Cannot compare with the milk what I had daily in Manchester, UK.

6. Deficiency of quality of tea cannot be made good with good dose of milk or sugar.

7. I decided to experiment with TEA BAGS not leaves.
A.Tried Green Tea - no susses
B.Tried English Breakfast Tea - no luck.
C.Tried Earl's Grey Tea - not as good as tea leaves.

8. What next
Try A with B and B with C and well over 9 combinations.

Still not happy.

9. Decided not to have any tea on Sunday.

10. Situation was worse I drop to sleep even standing (not reading any Sunday paper now) even though I got up well past midday.

11. Heavy meal with visitors (very rare nowadays) and a good desert to accompany.

Still not happy.
Tried Earl Grey first, till I squeezed out almost 80% of the flavour but the colour was light.
Touch of English Breakfast Tea.
Plenty of sugar.
That did the trick.

Mind you my cup is not a cup and it is almost equivalent to a Beer MUG.

So if you follow my method and recipe take care that you make appropriate adjustment to the proportions. 

One of my tea mugs equals to 3 of your cups (1 to 3 ratio)  and that is what my daughter says.

I need not declare I am a tea addict.
Tea and chocolates are good for your heart.

The the soft tea drink "Heladive" is pretty good specially the Peach flavoured one and it has hit the market again after a pretty lull period.
Some of the other flavours are not as good.
Not as good as ginger/lemon tea my wife and daughter make at home.

They should specialize either on peach or strawberry flavour and drop the other flavours by default.
Mind you a small lemon is Rs.15 to 25/=.

Treasury secretary, I am told do not use lemon treatment after a booze  and I am told by the third parties that he hasn't got a house to go and put Gudgejay at his bosses' residence free of charge.

PS.
The price of tea pot for two was Rs.175/= when we had the war at its peak.
Recently I had tea with a director of a government institution.
Without the tip the cost was Rs.500/=.
I told him not to go and tel his wife who is a teacher.
He did and the poor lady almost had a heart attack.
The lesson to learn is that you must never tell what you do with your old friends especially if you had a drink.
What one should do is start telling everything bad about him (even though he was your best buddy) to your wife.
With one proviso, that you must tell your strategy  to your buddy  that is the best way to avoid not telling the drink episode to your wife   by destroying what is left of your friend's image as a poor pensioner.
He should also follow the same recipe for his defense vice versa.

Coming to my cuppa, the cost with electricity and my time wasting experimenting with poor quality tea is Rs.50/-- and above.

Whether you have tea at home or restaurant, the result is the same when we start sacrificing quality to cater for the mediocre who vote blindly with only emotion but without brains.
We have to be stupid with bloated image to enjoy anything in this blessed land.