2002-01-10 - 11:14 p.m.
I dreamt of an elven woman. She radiated in transcendental Light and we were in love. After I uttered my first word, she could not deny it; nor I was able to doubt anything, regardless of the fact I had no idea what my words were leading to. We had to hide this from her husband, a human, who could have cared less for her... a mere trophy. It was quite Shakespearean and we decided to traverse to the grocery store, since her children were hungry.
My birthday number is 8, the first cube. Thinking of three...:
"1. The Self - the divine Ego of which man is rarely conscious.
2. The Ego; that which thinks "I" - a falsehood, because to think "I" is to deny "not-I" and thus to create the Dyad.
3. The Soul, by means of reconciling 2 and 1.
Three; Triad, Solidity, Matter, the Divine Intelligence."
