That thing on her stomach? It is the dreaming mind’s hypostasis of the invading ‘left hemisphere’-like intellect, which despises the dreaming mind (and owns our waking cultures almost entirely)… this is an image of Government. Education. Law. Justice. Truth. And Technology. War. Hatred. Abject stupidity masquerading as a hero.

It is on her stomach because the gut is dreaming’s real root and home… so, too, ’emotions’. And the monster has only rage and fear, hate and prejudice… it wants to silence the gut. To crush it.

This is what is ejected from domination over our personal identity when we fall asleep. And it hates that. In fact, it wants to kill or study the dreaming mind, so it can ‘rationally determine how to stop it from taking over my car every night’. Alien ‘abduction’?

That is about »this image… in nearly every case. Demonstrably.

Demon-strably.

But it is not a demon. It is an aspect of our intrinsically and usefully conflicted minds. And it happens to be the aspect that assembles, authorizes, and enforces our cultures.

In short? An angry little rapist masquerading as a false god.

How did we get here? We damaged the bindings that held the two minds together. Badly. And the servant ‘broke away from the dreaming master’, and tried to take the entire kingdom. By force.

What is the secret solution? Retrieve the monster to the Master’s embrace, re-link it to its sources trace. Win the race. Conquer space, and time will be… your visionary grace.