Sometime around 5 am or so on Monday, July 1, 2024 (yesterday) I woke up several times out of a recurring dream which took place in a different realm. It felt like a temple complex. At one point, I was being guided through, when I looked to my left, and saw a GiANT ,possibly 30 foot high head of a lion looking slightly down on what I thought was a group of people. I couldn’t see his body. Something was in the way. I let out a OH WOW that’s Narasimha and the others around me seemed pleased I recognized the fourth avatar of Lord Vishnu.

There were thanghka like paintings and paintings on walls and the only other one that stuck, because I also uttered his name, was Sun Wukong. I was given a fist full of small brass yantras with full color images of dozens, if not close to a hundred deities. I woke up. Went to the bathroom, fell back asleep and was on some path with another woman – normal looking – mid-30s??? and she saw me pull the yantras out of a pocket in a cloak I had been given which felt super heavy because it was filed with dharma weapons. One felt like a mace.

She suddenly remembered she had left her yantras behind and she got up and raced off like the movie character “The Flash”. I was upset that the yantras were jumbled and started to sort them when I woke up.

Now you’d think I dream about Mata Saraswati because she plays the veena. It’s not a sitar. Looks similar. Being a musician myself, you’d think we’d have a real bond. No. I get to see a fierce demon slayer. One who incarnated for the sole purpose of slaying Hiranyakashipu, king of the Asuras a race of demon-like beings, most of whom tend to be evil, not all, most. Jinn are more like smoke beings from tales, however, asuras live in a different realm and they often come into this one. It’s all very complicated.

Hiranyakashipu had done severe austerities and earned a boon. What he asked for was this:

Book 7 of the Bhagavata Purana, Chapter 8:

Can’t be killed by a man nor woman nor god nor goddess, nor demon (asura), nor yakshas (nature spirits), nor gandharvas (celestial musicians and dancers), nor kinnaras (supernatural beings which are half human and half animal who serve as Lord Indra as musicians and dancers), nor creatures of water nor creatures of land, nor creatures that walk, nor creatures that fly.

He asked that he not be killed during the day nor the night. Nor on the ground nor in the sky.

He asked that he not be killed by any weapon. Nor indoors nor outdoors.

And he asked that he not be killed by chants nor by tricks.

So, Hiranyakashipu got his boon. Did he use it wisely? NO! He terrorized everyone and everything and when he was about to behind his own son, the son prayer to Narayan and Vishnu emanated his fourth avatar who was neither a man nor an animal and he certainly wasn’t a kinnara. Lord Narasimha ripped out the evil king’s intestines and heart with his claws, which are not a weapon per se. Lord Narasimha broke the demon’s back over his legs so he did not touch the ground and was not killed in the air. The evil king was killed in a threshold which is neither inside nor outside. And he was killed at sunset (dusk) which is neither day nor night.

“Many of the devotees worship Lord Narasimha with great reverence at homes and in temples, while some observe fast until dusk, on the day of his advent. It is firmly believed that offering prayers to this Lord can bestow one with a variety of benefits like mitigating sins, curing diseases, warding off negative influences of planets and also evil forces, fulfillment of honest desires in respect of longevity, wealth, success, etc. and leading towards liberation”.

Sun Wukong is the Chinese Monkey King who is also a demon slayer equal only to Lord Hanuman. I wish I had been more lucid in the dream to recognize any of the other deities. It was such a shock to see Lord Narasimha, I’m lucky I was able to stay as lucid in the dreamworld as I was, especially since this wasn’t a realm I’m used to. DEFINITELY not a dream about walking in a park in this world that we think we’re living in.

This is a still from the 1986 version of Journey to the West. The image I saw was a portrait in color but it felt like it was more like a thangka painting and Sun Wukong was seated and looking right at the viewer which was, me. I can’t find anything like what I saw.

I rarely dream about anyone I actually know. Sometimes, but rarely. I’m usually surrounded by strangers. I wish I knew who the other “human” was in the dream assuming a character that can walk alongside you and then take off running like the “Flash” was human.

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