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can't post anywhere. I have been trying fore houres. looks like i can only post in my dream journal.

Oh ... bugger it. It is less than 10% of the book so here is the interview:

Page 17

Question (Q1):

What are enzymes?

Dr. Edward Howell

Enzymes are substances which make life possible. They are needed for every chemical reaction that occurs in our body. Without enzymes, no activity at all would take place. Neither vitamins, minerals or hormones can do any work without enzymes.

Think of it this way: Enzymes are the "labor force that builds your body just like construction workers are the labor force that builds your house. You may have all the necessary building materials and lumber, but to build a house you need workers, which represent the vital life elements.

Similarly, you may have all the nutrients - vitamina, proteins, minerals, etc., for your body, but you still need the enzymes - the life element - to keep the body alive and well.

Q2:

Are enzymes then just like chemical catalysys which speed up various reactions?

Dr. Edward Howell:

No. Enzymes are much more than catalysts.

Catalysts are only inert substances. They possess none of the life energy we find in enzymes. For instance, enzymes give off a kind of radiation when they work. That is not true of catalysts. In addition, although enzymes contain proteins - and some vitamins - the activity factor of enzymes has never been synthesized.

Moreover, there is no combination of proteins or any combination of amino acids or any other substance which will give enzyme activity. There are proteins present in enzymes. However, they serve only as carriers of the enzyme activity factors.

Therefore, we can say that enzymes consist of protien carriers charged with energy factors just as a battery consists of metallic plates charged with electrical energy.

page 18

(Q3):

Where do the enzymes in our bodies come from?

Dr. Edward Howell:

It seems we inherit a certain enzyme potential at birth.

This limited supply of activity factors of life force must last us a lifetime. It's just as if you inherited a certain amount of money. If the movement is all one way - all spending and no income you will run out of money.

Likewise, the faster you use up your supply of enzyme activity, the quicker you will run out. Experiments at various universities have shown that, regardless of the species, the faster the metabolic rate, the shorter the life-span.

Other things being equal, you live as long as your body has enzyme activity factors to make enzymes from. When it gets to the point that you can't make certain enzymes, then your life ends.

(Q4): later.

ok, no dream recall again but ...

earlier today I thought "I'd do what I spontainiously did yesterday". So, I made a fist, then slowly relaxed my fist, waiting to (imaginarily) feel a little imaginary, wrigley, furball manifesting inside the hollow of my fist, (hehehe), tickles.

Buckello poked his cute little head out and sniffed the air.

He's like Stare Trek Voyger's Chief Medical Officer "Hologram".

I just search for something that hollogram said on lastnights Star Trek Voyger about totaly ceasing to exist each time he's turned off. Coulden't find it. HA! foung this instead ...

Song of Hologram by -Bob Picardo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrCl...e_gdata_player
(2:26) 536 view

hahaha I will imagine my Buckello poking his cute, white little head out of my hollow-fist and singing that Youtubr at meeeee hahaha ...

here is some of the words i imagine my little "Tulpa" mouse saying to me:

Robert Picardo sings his "Song of hologram" song.

I find as I slog
my way through the mud
of a world clogged
with creatures of flesh and blood

that my photons and force fields draw fire

from you jeolous organics
who suffer from panics

before you can blink
you'll all be extinct

and my kind will the Cosmos aquire

(00:22)

But I Am what I AM
a superb hologram

don't hate me because I'm superior

(00:33) ...

hahaha - more lyrics of the above Youtube later.

My Buckello is the kind of hologram Robert Picardo is singing about.

any way

my ability to concentrate and stay with Buckello (Tulpa) is sooo weak that I soon realised that I need to put him somewhere safe or he is kind of forgotten and lost as i think and do other stuff.

so I whent back to "seeing" him and watched him come out of the "hollo-of-my-fist" and sit on the back of my hand, sniffing-the-air.

I remember another "Tulpa" owner here on DV saying "I got to feed my Tulpa" so I imagined a grain off light appear on my right finger-tip.

I offered it to Buckello who was on the back of my left hand.

he leaned forward (on all fours) to sniff it. Then left it alone to think about it. Then he snatched the grain of light with his little hands, sat-up on his haunches and nibbles on the grain of light.

as he did he began to glow.

then

spontainiously

I put my cupped left hand over the glowing shape of my tiny white mouse and let my hand slowely close over him, sort-off pushing him into my physical hands.

Spontainiously

(imaginarily)

both my hands began to glow.

so Tulpa is saftly in my hands until I make a fist and urge him out.

then after a little play-time I will offer him a grain of white light then cover him and merge him "home" into mt hands.

Snippets Mouse and Legs

poor dream recall for ages now,

but,

just now I spontainiously was thinking of my (gone) baby mouse Buckello. Then I made a fist. Then gently relaxed the fist. then imagined a warm little furball (furby hehe) Then put my nose to my opening fist and imagined Buckello's sent. Then imagined him poking his cute, friendly, head out of the tree-hollow of my open fist. He tapped my nose with his tiny hand.

At this point I realised I was in deep reverie, (a waking dream) and then, the reverie broke (like a soap-bubble popping).

Then a got the briefest snippet of a dream I had last night. I remember picking- up buckello (in a fist) and putting him in a cosy tunnel which was a soft olive-green coat collar.

But,

then,

in this dream-snippet, I am with him as a baby mouse, looking at him eye-to-eye. Oh! it couldn't be Him. I'm a cosy mouse looking at a very friendly *brown-grey* mouse.

So

Maybe I was white-Buckello

looking at my friend Brown-grey mouse. (?!?).

posting this snippet immediatly so I don'forget it.

only other dream snipet I got (first thing after wakkng) was sitting by a pool and l looked down and those legs and feet were not mine. then I realised a nice woman was sitting beside me and she had put her manicured (but a bit dirty) feet where mine should have been.

She was smoking. She knew me. I didn't recognise her. (EOD)

MUM died of smoking related pancriatic cancer. This woman was a teenage version of my loving mum. She is aware of my uncomfortable legs (diabetic neuropathy). She wishes she could give me her strong, pain free, teenage legs.

Seeeeeeee

You don't need Lucidity or even much dream Recall to get over-the-top results from dreams.

Heeeelp!!

I am almost locked out of Dreamviews.

I can only post to Dream Joirnal from this phone.

If you make any more changes I will be as bad as BANNED.

Please Help

also I havn't been able to see new dj entries on front pahe or the newest threads or the newest posts. Its boring.

I hpe chat works. if it does I'll winge on chat. Hope someone sees this

square stress ball

dream opens with me in last day of a (country) junior primary school.

I walk and sit by pool dangling my legs in water.

Time to go home. I pick up Thick slice of brown heathy bread, my mobile smart phone, 2 more smart phone that two school friends acidently left behind (I will get the phones back to them when I see them.

Then mum's hand picks up just the circular-dial mechanism of old land-line phone (the only phone mum ever new) but it's broken and she puts it down again. She doesn't relate to what I call a phone.

Off school premises, near transport home, there is a nice cage with my pet in it.

I put my hand in, to encourage pet to trust my hand and come onto my hand.

The pet becomes a square-rolling stress-ball (grainy stress-ball filling). It timidly rolls upto my hand and away again a few times. Then it rolls onto my hand and I gently tip my hand so it rolls off a few times.

Mum wonders why I do this. I explain I don't want to frighten my (stress-ball) pet. I want it to know that it is free to be with me only if and when it chooses to be with me. I dont want it bullied.

then it changes form.

It lunges toward my arm. It is a Smiling chessire cat but it is fast asleep and much slimmer than the Alice In Wonderland Chessire Cat and its Siamese brown.

I cradle the sleeping cat. It keeps smiling. But it won't wake-up. But that is some how lovely (EOD)

This dream is full of symbols:

My Tulpa is my (spiritual) stress ball. Treat Tulpa right and it lunges at me (playfully-suprisingly) to invite me to sleep and dream with him in Wonderland.

Dialogue

woke three times last night. Each time I woke I was typing in my phone and some one was typing back. I could read their words.

Maybe I 'm being encouraged to write in dialogue. Like maybe folk would understand me writing in dialogue. Sounds challenging because I don't know how to do this.

The dialogue flowed and was absorbing and natural.

It was a very unusual dream. It seemed like one dream woked from three times.

Feel I should do something about it and go learn the art of writing in a dialogue format.

ok found it

1 Kings 18:44 (KJVA)

And it came to pass at the seventh*time, that he*said*, Behold, there*ariseth*a* little cloud*out of the*sea,*like a*man's*hand.*And he*said*, Go*up*,*say*unto*Ahab,*Prepare*thy chariot, and get thee*down*, that the*rain*stop thee not.

Here is the whole story from my New Living Translation. (page 343)

This (small cloud rising-up) incident was after a contest between the Prophets of Baal (devil) and the Prophet of God Elijah. To see who's God was real. Umm, I will back-up a bit and tell that story incase it is important.

1 Kings 18: 16 to 40 tells the whole story.

Its too long for me to type. But basically Baal was just a superstition when it came to the big test.

Oh bugger I won't be lazy. I'll do it.

Verse 25:

Then Elijah said to the prophets of Baal,

"You go first, for there are many of you. Choose one of the bulls and prepare it and call on the name of your god. But do not set fire to the wood."

Verse 26:

So they prepared on of the bulls and placed it on the alter.Then they called on the name of Ball all morning, shouting,

"O Baal, answer us!"

But there was no reply of any kind. Then they danced wildly around the alter had made.

Verse 27:

About noontime Elijah began mocking them.

"You'll have to shout louder," he scoffed, "for surely he is a god! Perhaps he is deep in thought, or he is relieving himself. or maybe he is away on a trip, or he is asleep andcneeds to be awakened.

Verse 28:

So they shouted louder, and following their normal custom. they cut themselves with knives and swords untill blood gushed out.

Verse 28:

They raved all after noon untill the time of the evening sacrifice, but still there was no reply, no voice, no answer.

Verse 30:

Then Elijah called the people,

"Come over here!"

They all crowded around him as he repaired the alter of the Lord that had been torn down.

Verse 31:

He took twelve stones, one to represent each of the tribes of Isreal.* (*Hebrew each of the tribes of the sons of Jacob to whome the lord had said "Your name will be Isreal"*)

Verse 32:

and he used the stones to rebuild the Lords alter. Then he dug a trench around around the alter large enough to hold about three gallons.

Verse: 33:

He piled wood on the alter, cut the bull into pieces, and laid the pieces on the wood. Then he said,

"Fill four large jars with water, and pour the water over the offering and the wood."

Verse 34:

After they had done this, he said,

"Do the same thing again!".

And when they were finished, he said,

"Now do it a thir time!"

So they did as he said,

Verse 35:

and the water ran around the alter and even overflowed the trench.

Verse 36:

At the customery time for offering the evening sacrifice, Elijah the prophet walked up to the alter and prayed.

"O Lord, God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, prove today that you are God in Israel and that I am your servant. Prove that I have done all this at your command.

Verse 37:

O Lord, answer me! Answer me so these people will know that you, O Lord, are God and that you have brought them back to yourself."

Verse 38:

Immediately the fire of the Lord flashed down from heaven and burned up the young bull, the wood, the stones, and the dust. It even licked up all the water in the ditch!

Verse 39:

And when the people saw it, they fell on their knees and cried out.

"The Lord is God! The Lord is God!

Verse 40:

Then Elijah commanded,

"Seize all the prophets of Baal, don't let a single one escape!"

So the people seized them all, amd Elijah took them down to the Kishon Valley and killed them there.

now we come to your dream B. of the fist rising from Earth to Sky.

Elijah prays for rain

Verse 41:

Then Elijah said to Ahab,

"Go and enjoy a good meal! Forr I hear a mighty rainstorm coming!"

Verse 42:

So Ahab prepared a feast. But Elijah climbed to the top of Mount Carmel and fell to the ground and prayed.

Verse 43:

Then he said to his servant,

"Go and look out toward the sea."

The servant went and looked, but he returned to Elijah and said,

"I didn't see anything."

Seven times Elijah told him to go and look, and seven times he went.

Kings 18 verse 44

"Finally the seventh time, his servant told him,

"I saw a little cloud about the size of a hand rising from the sea

YOUR DREAM, B

The above is about the mighty power of a riteouse mans prayer.

Woke 3pm no dream 3:10 rembered non lucid dream.

second half of drram found Buckhello. (My Tulpa)

was going on bus with a mum with 2 or 3 chidren. got off bus with them and short walk to their house in quiet outer suburb.

next it was chidrens bath and bed time..

I got into a large metal bath with the 10 year old boy. i was fully dressed. bath water was almost cold. I rubed my trouser legs to wash trousers and me at same time.

then I eas out of bath wet, and cold but dried quick. Talking to 10 year old.

It was bedtime. Dry but fully clothed I get to sleep on matress on floor sharing with the mum and dad.

Cant sleep. roll onto floor get up and go oitside.

people are comming on front lawn as if waiting to catch an early bus to school and work in city or town a long way away..

a young plump aboriginal mum holding hands with her children sits down on the grass.

I notice the scenery is lovely.

the weather is changind.

very low clouds the size of a mans fist appear, travelling hesitatingly towarde us.

An old wise woman standing on the porch says "get inside quickly the dust bunnies are comming." She meant those small low clouds are dangerous.

I ran around the back of the house to come in. when the small low flying clouds hit they solidified. they becam like styropfoam and grew.

Inside I found my mouse Buckhelow on the floor and picked him up. He wa happy and it.felt nice to.have him walking and snugling on my sholder.

I tell the family I will never take him back to the pet shop ever again.

Buckhello seems a bit slow and I realze he hasnt eaten since I saw him last and hes weak from hunger.

I put him on a table with dog kibble. he picks up some kibble in his.cute little hands and eats.

I think its too dry so I gently pick him up and he runs onto my shouder and we go looking for nicer food. then he is walking all the way down my clothes to the floor. He never done that befor.

I gently pick him up. He seems to be so hungry he might be starving to death.

The table now has big fish steaks on it.

I put Buckhellow on it and first he bites and swallows a lot of big fish stakes.

Then, full of energy, he tackles some thing different. its a dead large snake. he bites and is.pulling at tough snake skin. he likes snake. then he likes and swallows more big fish stakes

He is lying down sleepily again but this time he is.not weak from starvation he is sleepy with satisfaction.

I put him on my safe shoulder and he snuggles up to my neck for a snooze.

when I remember this dream 10-15 minutes after waking I realize that I was looking at Youtubes yesterday of mice. I saw two distressing Youtubes. One was the comical Matagascar one wher a shark chases Mort on land to eat him. the other was a white mouse being crushed and swallowed by a pet snake.

In the dream I witness my dream tupla mouse Buckhellow biting and pulling at a dead snake's skin then eating some of that snake and also swallowing big fish steak (probably shark).

Wow! what a dream.

bloody long dream for me too.

to recap:

I think I was taken by bus to a house in the outer suburbs near beautiful country side by a family.

I got to know the family a bit, had a.bath and went to bed with them (fully clothed).

Went to sleep. Woke up. Rolled out of bed. Went outside, it was still dark, so very early morning.

Watched as people came to wait for buss.to take them to school or work. weather changed it was getting light and I noticed nice country scenery.

Wise old woman warned me to get indoors because the low flying clouds the size of a.mans fist were dangerouse (storm) dust bunnies. (I think this dream character needed to guide me into the house where my Tulpa awaited).

I go inside and meet my Tulpa, Buckhellow.

He needs to eat. He needs to eat what tried to kill and eat him (from the Youtubes I saw yesterday).

Here is the link to where the discriptive Youtube are. I am not oncluding the one where a pet snake crushes and swallows a cute white mouse.

Deam Lesson (¡¡¡)

I think I need to be more carefull of what I do with my waking life now that I have "Tulpa". (!!!)

http://www.dreamviews.com/f159/show-...3/#post1966416
Posts 15 and 16.

First Number drawn.

Woke at 3:27 am dream was clear but faded too quick to be recorded but dream number was 47 if field is 45 then number would be 02.

Had a lunch-time nap. Woke 12:22 pm Tuesday here now 13-Nov-12. Nice dream that again faded quickly leaving only peace and comfort and the number 23.

Second number drawn 23

Gunna post this to my dream journal on dreamviews for safekeeping.

Delivered

I step into a large, empty lift.

Doors close but I can't see any buttons to press. Lift ascends a long way and doors open to a very spacious floor, light grey/silver. I don't want that floor because it's too high. I want ground floor because I want the real open spaces of outdoors.

Lift descends. I see buttons on lift mechanism, Square, metal buttons. I press one hoping I don't break the mechanism. I push it with my finger but it keeps going and falls out the other side.

Now I have a pleasant ventilation hole where the button was.

The lift is becomming transperent. It also is not descending but moving straight ahead, forward.

This feels right.

Then the lift slows and stops and dissappears.

I am standing barefoot on green broken glass but it doesn't hurt.

I'm on a wide light grey stone street before very wide steps leading up to a very large light grey stone building. Many people around.

I see a mature short womam with a small contraption on her. I know she was the lift.

I try to go to her to talk with her. I like her but she turns kindly to me and I say "Even the Best of Friends must Part"

It felt like she spoke her thoughts through me.

She had delivered me now she (as a lift) wanted to deliver others.

I went looking for a YouTube and found this:

Wally Cox - There's a Yavern in the Town. (2:17) 24,078 views

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V_K...e_gdata_player

Wokefrom this. 8pm Sat 3-Nov-22

I'm sitting in an old living room of old, kind, people who offered me accomodation. Suddenly I go to the bedroom that they said I could rent. I begin cleaning it. It wasn't dirty but the shelves and mantle place was really full of nicknacks.

I am using a straw broom to sweep the nice nicknacks off the shelves.

They gasp.

I am saying to these kind folk "I won't break anything and I will wash, dry and box all these lovely nicknacks, for you."

They, a married couple, relax.

I continue sweeping off the nicknacks. Most were figurines of about 10 centermeters (4"). Some are cute toddler figurines.

I wake. It's 8pm

Mouse3

Busy day, but it's 6pm now and I'm playing with HelloBuck-Buckello my mouse. I had a dream with Hello-Buckello in it lsat night. I wasn't going to dj it because I was killing wild mice (yick). But it's worth 40 points so here it is.

False Awakening. I get up worrying about my Buckhello. I see a brown mouse running accross my floor. Buchhello is white. Buckhello is male so if the brown one is a "doe" Buckhello will become a daddy and I don't wamt that. And if the brown mouse is a buck (male) then he and my Buckhello will fight.

I am frightened for my Buckhello.

I carefully search for my Buckhello. I open a top draw and about twelve brown, and white mice timidly look up at me. They have little "Madagascar lemur" heads. I'm scared they have already killed my lovely Buckello. I gently move them about expecting to see my sweet little mouse's limp (dead) body.

But

Something on my arm moves under my bath robe. It's Buckello. I let him roam around on me sometimes but I can't remember putting him on me this time. I am relieved.

Now the yuky bit.

I start putting the wild lemur-headed mice in Glad Snap Lock reseal sandwhich bags, thee to a bag, and closing the snap lock so the will suffocate. But I wake befor any die.

Boo-hoo-hoo mean, mean me.

Now I remember...

There were two mice at the pet shop when I bought Buckello, 3 weeks ago; a brown one and a white one. I chose the white one.

Buckello [h]was[/b] share dreaming with me and introducing me to his friends, the brown one first and I wind up intending to kill em all.

Boo-hoo-hooo, mean, mean me.

Look, I just Googles "Madagascar Lemur heads" this is what the 12 or so wildmice in the top draw looked like.

madagascar lemur - Google Search

I ve been up over an hour and my dream just broke.

I was talking somewhere (maybe a shop) to someone (maybe a woman behind the counter). I was telling this woman about my mouse. As I remembered this it occured to me that my mouse is a secret and I don't mention any thing about him to just anyone.

So maybe it wouldent have happened it my waking life as it first felt. It must have been a dream.

I'm a multi (disociative) and this dream makes me wonder how many dreams have I believed to be normal waking events.

In this dream I was telling this woman how I read on line that a hampster owner would put her hampster on a wheel (for exercise) for 20 minutes twice a day. I was asking the woman if I should get my mouse to use his wheel more.

She wasn't replying. Come to think of it she looked a bit like my mum but taller.

As I woke I said in my head "ten glasses".

Now I just wrote that down in case that was mum and 10 is one of those Lotto numbers I've been trying to dream-up.

Waking dream "worm" with soft exoskeleton. Moving straight ahead away from me. I kinda follow like a whisp of smoke wanting to gently-touch little-long creature.

About a centermeter tall, girth 1.5 centermeter and about 15 centermeters (6 inches) long.

Maybe I was following in a little white mouse body.

The worm thingy never wiggled. It moved in a straight line. I saw no feet but it was not slithering. So, it may had millions of tiny millipede feet directly under body out of sight.

When a small catapiller is stung by an ant it gets a bit paralised and cannot curl around it self for protection. May be this little "thingy" normaly can wiggle and sway but wasn't doing that while "I" was curiously following. I was looking down a bit on the interesting worm. So I wasn't an ant, I was more the size of a mouse.

MmD1 (MutualMouseDream1)

Bed after 10:30pm here Friday 26-Oct. Several dreams, I only remember one. It's noon where I am recording noe.

In dream I have a grey/white half grown toy poodle-labrador-cross gentle doggy. I'm in a small bed-sitting room and doggy is quietly checking place out.

I go out leaving half-grown doggy locked saftly in betsit room. Doors were double and took conscious efort to securly shut (so doggy would be safe.

Outside I walk down small country town street and walk into shop to buy doggy some food. I see big open top cage in middle of small shop and there is sick little puppy in it and I pick it up. Next I'm instantly back in bed sit room showing half grown doggy the sick little puppy I bought. The get on well.

The light-weight thin boned sick little puppy is white. He walks around a bar heater (for wamth) and lies down. He looks cuddly but I realise I didn't get the dog food and now I got two to feed and this white pup looks weak amd might die if I don't hurry up and feed him/her.

I'm back at the shop (instantly). A girl asks me what I want and I say "a can of Pal dog food". She goes to get the can of Pal.

To my left I see my old purple material shoulder bag. Odd because I am also wearing it. I take off the one I an wearing and put it on the counter. Now there is two identical material purple shoulder bags. I know in reality there can only be one.

The puzzle almost makes me realize *I am dreaming* but I take in for granted and begin seaching for coins in both bags.

I walk out the shop, cross a very quiet road and get on a buss but I'm alone on the buss their is not even a driver. All is sunny and warm.

The shoo girl get on with a plate of sausage meat. She says the can of Pal is ok for the half grown doggy but the sick puupy needs this.

I think there was more but I can't remember. Wouldn't bother recording this I want my 40 pionts