Nothing can be described as usual these days. All is hectic and unusual and perhaps nothing demonstrates that as much as the last twenty-four hours for me.

Dreaming is definitely hard work. I’m as hard at work in my dreams as I am in the waking state and nowadays the daytime has become punctuated by spiritual experiences, which are discombobulating.

Last night I dreamt I was in an ashram with a good friend, my doctor, who has now retired. He was a spiritual teacher in my dream and we had many adventures together in the sleep state. When I returned home to this city, I didn’t take an airplane. Oh, no. I took a pirate ship. I wouldn’t be surprised to find I was on a higher dimension and the colorful pirates were really extraterrestrials.

In the afternoon I took a nap and found myself taking apart something that had been part living and part machine, a kind of higher-dimensional computer. We are the same, are we not? Half living, half machine? God builds himself a body-machine and then inhabits it? When I reached the heart of the machine, the dream reached its climax and I awoke.

But I didn’t just awake. I very quickly found myself in a spiritual experience, the room swirling around my head. But it wasn’t vertigo, although the Boss has explained that even vertigo for me is not the vertigo of illness. I wondered if I was about to be sucked into a vortex – or down the cosmic toilet. But one thing had me not panic.

I don’t mention a lot what the Boss says in our private conversations, except if it’s germaine to an explanation. This is germaine. He was talking at one point, paused and said out of the blue, “I trust you.” He paused again and then picked up speaking. I was flabbergasted. I knew he meant something not usual (again). But I just stored it away.

Well, of course, the comment worked its miracle. When something challenging happens now I remember what he said and know that I don’t want to let the Boss down.

And so it was here. Though the people I mentioned the ongoing experience to told me to take care of myself and go to the hospital if I had to, I remembered what the Boss had said and just waited things out.

It was embarrassing because it occurred right in the middle of my day, when I was in the midst of conversations that were important to me. I must have looked like an idiot. I sent off some emails to the wrong places and faced the prospect of attending meetings in this state (they failed to materialize and I know who I have to thank for that).

Let me digress for a moment and bring in some other matters also germaine to this experience. I think that all Starseeds have one mission in common and that’s that we’re to go first in certain situations to show the rest that everything is OK. We’re like camp counsellors who are tasked with jumping in the water first to show the campers that the water’s warm. Now here I was going first in this experience, in a matter of speaking. I knew I was not to panic.

Another matter germaine that I seldom discuss is that the Boss has told me what my team of heart surgeons (his words) are doing on the other side, and I expect that this is or will be the case for most of you as well. They’re raising the kundalini but they’re doing it slowly and carefully.

I have known that we were around the heart chakra for some time and I was asking the Boss what was taking so long and why I had not experienced what Hindus call “spiritual awakening” or what Buddhists call “stream-entering.” He said that the course of the kundalini would be different here in part for a reason I can’t discuss yet but also in part because he didn’t want me removed from work, as I would be if the event was as dramatic as spiritual awakening.

He wanted me to be able to carry on and so they were working delicately. He told me that the heart chakra was a much more important chakra than many people realized (certainly more important than I did). It was a portal to the inner universe. I’ve had the vision of the inner universe once before and it was magnificent. But he said that the “heart surgeons” were taking an inordinate amount of time in my case to work on and around this chakra and part of that was the mission that I’ll have later on.

Knowing this I simply sat back and allowed this crazy experience to take its course. It lasted perhaps two hours and when it finished I was again exhausted. Later in the evening I again went to sleep and this time had an incredible dream of meeting friends in a shopping mall in a less-developed country, where pigs were foraging outside the mall and we had to climb over boxes of goods and trash, intermingled, to get to the washroom or another aisle. In this dream I was working out issues which were real in my waking life, so again, working, working, working.

The pace these days is so unrelenting that all I can do is remain in the now. There have been days when I’ve asked the bus driver what day it is and many of my friends have asked me that as well. I can’t say life is a blur. It’s fast but not a blur. But it can only be lived from the present moment now. There’s every reason to live by my daytimer (which has now morphed into an iPhone), but there is every reason as well not to try to mark days as Monday, Tuesday, any longer. It’s only what’s happening now and now and now.

It’s now 5 a.m. I’m going over my list of things to do, prioritizing, wondering who’s up where. I can answer email from Australia from last night. People in England are just finishing lunch. People on the East Coast are getting up and the email will ripple in in waves – East Coast, Central, Mountain, Pacific Time.

Soon the phone will start ringing and everyone will be off and running. The situation is normal but the day will be anything but usual. Another day, another…?