As the stately Moon drifted on its transit through Aries and thus my eleventh house, I would – whilst I serenely slept – experience the most exquisite glimpse into Merlin’s spirit. It was one of the most lucidly engaged dreams had in long ages.
Of course, it was Monday, April 11, 1994. This was a dream encounter with Merlin not soon forgotten. It was, in fact, the second dream that day.
Next, I was ushered inside this large beautiful hall that was columned by the princely Maharaja. Here it was a cream-coloured, slightly tan marble structure.
From outdoors, wonderful streams of dappled sunlight flooded the interior. Whilst moving through the gracious palace, I passed a dozen or more beautiful saried ladies.
All of them were tall and beautifully dark – in that gorgeous Dravidian manner. However, these were more mythic archetypes than aristocrats, courtesans.
Their saris were saffron-coloured, some with hues of peach, all of them beautifully flowing fine fabrics. In what were the finest silks imaginable, somehow, there seemed to be actual light woven into the fabrics.
There was a lot of gold jewellery here, as a matter of fact, everywhere on their person. They did, though, seem none-too-thrilled at my presence.
At a low table, which was beautifully set, we were next seated on silken cushions. Lots of fine wares: gold and brass, were among them.
The light flooding into the place caused everything to become imbued, in the true sense of the word, with a glowing hue which was ethereal. Everything here seemed to zing at a higher frequency, for being infused with this magical starlight, which merrily flooded into the palatial salon.
The Maharaja, who had been our host, was immediately familiar as well as warm and good to be around. He had the most handsome, soulful smiling eyes. He sat directly across from me and we were not seated at the heads of the long table.
To my left was a very beguiling, genuinely yellow-eyed beauty. She was nubile and immensely arousing. I wanted to fuck this woman from the moment that I laid eyes on her.
She was, in fact, the hostess who sat across the table from the Maharaja – she was clearly his Maharani. Seated on the opposite side of the table the Maharaja seemed totally transcendent.
Indeed, this man was so elevated that he needn’t have eaten of the food – so long was he removed from being in the body. His was an august, truth be told, fixed gaze that was the most hypnotic.
Sitting there, he directly looked across and into me. He paid attention to no one else. I could feel the warm caress of his mind’s touch as he became telepathically harmonised with me.
He knew exactly everything that was going on in my mind. He was a most utterly beguiling man. His were the energies of a truly evolved individual. He had a large robust, though softening, body which was rather Zen-energied.
Too, the ease with which he had slipped into my mind bespoke a great intimacy which we have shared over several lifetimes. Whilst he sat opposite me, grounding me, on his side of the table were all the other mythic-looking saried women along with some truly princely-looking gentlemen.
The one feature of all these persons was the beautifully haunting silence in which they sat here whilst we took a meal in their presence. Seeing the Maharaja reminded me of Merlin.
Observing the maharaja was akin to when looking across the magic carpet-like platforms, as we sat in lotus position in a circle, during the final dream on Friday, July 9, 1993. There was no getting around the fact that the maharaja bore a connection to Merlin.
Meanwhile, the Maharani was graciously lowering her beauteous head just-so. At the time, she was eating and had done so in order to whisper instructions to me.
She discretely shared the finer points of dining etiquette when in their rarefied milieu. This meal involved a great deal of ritualised behaviour throughout.
I was astounded by the array of gold being used here: the goblets, jugs and plates. This proved to be one of the most lavish multi-coursed meals that I had ever partaken of.
Lots of beautiful blooms dreamily floated, perfuming the air, in gold bowls of water. Some were purple, others yellow, whilst some pink blooms; they sat in bowls which were placed along the centre of the table’s considerable length.
This was terribly refined beyond the extraordinary. Naturally, there was no flatware which, had there been, would doubtless have been made of the same yellow-white gold. Whenever the Maharani had spoken to me, she had lowered her head and smiled exposing those beautiful compacted teeth.
Beguilingly, from behind her smile’s alluring façade, she had given clipped directives. She was never impatient with me, either. The food was spiced ever so delicately, seeming more so like Chinese – Szechuan or even Japanese cuisine – rather than East Indian.
Either way, this fare had a bite to it that was truly sublime. I had taken a bite of some deep-fried fish which had proven mind-expansive.
The subtlety of the seasonings, and the degree to which each spice had been cooked into the fish, was truly phenomenal. She discreetly told me not to get ahead with myself thereby, ending up eating the wrong dishes or at least, eating something before it was meant to be eaten.
There were lots of chutneys being used here. Goodness it is simply not possible to convey, in this medium, how utterly refined the seasonings and the overall ambiance of this meal was.
Rarely does one get to be in such refined company. Truly, these were highly evolved persons. Nonetheless, their wealth was not a mercantile state of affairs.
Rather they were wealthy, surrounded by all this exquisite refinement, as it accurately reflected their state of soul evolvement. Truly refined were they.
There was nothing classist or elitist about this august company in which I found myself. To avert embarrassment for me, she had reached forward for something from a dish and thereby cut me off in the process.
As she foiled my none-too-couth display, she had rapidly told me not to take another piece of the fish. It had not been meant to be eaten just then during the meal’s many courses.
What could I have cared? This was the most glorious of experiences. Indeed, this meal and refined company were truly music for the soul.
I had been so ravenous. I so wanted to have another piece of fish for so good was it. Seemingly, one was expected to take but one bite of each dish.
This was about showing control, about being able to then move on to the next dish, even though one was dying for more of the last dish. Control, discipline and grace – these were the hallmarks of this ritual dining experience.
Distantly, the strains of strings came wafting through the air and were laced with the sweet fragrance of jasmine, oleander and sandalwood incense. All along the length of the table, plumes of incense hypnotically danced into the air.
There were times, when it was hard to make out the eyes of my host which were so immediate and so familiar. His were eyes which had an uncanny resemblance to those of Merlin’s.
Flames also burnt at the centre of the table heating up and cooking some of the dishes. In one instance, a large flame suddenly rose up between the Maharaja and me.
As if I had not known or noticed the resemblance before now, for the first time, the magical flames caused a phantom of Merlin’s face to dance through the fiery veil. I was astonished yet not surprised.
All that I had been feeling was, in one flicker of the suddenly rising flame, being validated. The flame had served to sear away layers and dimensions, as if so many lifetimes were being wiped clean, to reveal the residue of the individual Merlin whom I had most intimately known.
Though revelatory, the flames also served as the barriers – dimensional barriers – which now separated us. Though Merlin, he was now more than Merlin had ever been.
Lifetimes and dimensions impassably stood between us. Nonetheless, there was a knowing and connectivity there which could never have been extinguished.
There was something primal, magical even, about the flames. The ever gracious Maharaja had not quivered one iota, though they had suddenly shot up into the air, when the rising plume of fire had roared to life between us.
There he sat radiant and more focussed and intense as though, somehow, he had magically affected the flame’s uproar. His cool betrayed that of only one other human being that I have ever known – Merlin’s.
Suddenly, he was illumined. Perhaps, there had been a light breeze wafting a silken curtain, just off the colonnade or even the movement of piece of polished gold on the table.
Whatever it was, the light struck him just-so. For the first time, without the flame’s effect, there was no mistaking the fact that here across from me sat the soul of the man who had recently been Merlin.
The shaft of light had fallen in back of him, off to the right and rear, bouncing off so many surfaces. The effect that it had, from where I sat, was that of creating what seemed like a halo, an icon, about the head of a princely maharishi.
Unmistakably, there was an aura of mysticism about him which clearly had been hinted at before. Seated there, my lips quivered, as I experienced sheer ecstasy for seeing the beauty of this being’s spirit.
There was no way of getting around it… this was an utterly beautiful dream. Whilst sitting there, I felt much as I had in that dream wherein Merlin and I flew together into the intense blue-white light, in an upright position and laughing our heads off.
Of course, that amazing flying dream between Merlin and me did occur on Friday, August 10, 1994. It was, by far, one of the most beautiful dreams.
Photo: c. 1860 Maharaja Duleep Singh.
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2 thoughts on “Magus Maharaja Holds Court.”
Delicious! What an amazing, beautiful dream! Thank you for sharing. Only a few years ago did I realize the connection between the transit of the Moon and its correlation to the theme of my dreams. Not too many people to discuss with. It’s so refreshing to come across your blog! Please. Keep. Writing.
Thanks so much for your kind words… These dreams are among 250 audio-cassette recording of dreams – mostly 60 minute tapes – recorded over the decade 1989 – 1998. It’s best to awaken and start speaking into recording device. You have to be more awake to write them down besides which you are can write as fast as the dream memories surface. I stop recording the dreams when the task of transcribing the tapes were begun and it proved so – at least at the time – daunting. The idea was Merlin’s he was terminally ill, knew of my ability to dream recall and wanted me to stay tuned as he promised to send some postcards from his journey when a returned astral plane habitué… It’s been a great journey and am honoured to share these gems with you and others… Thematically, there are definite dreams that occur at Lunar transits. Sweet dreams as ever!