06/20/2026
"I don’t wanna grow in a world of pain, I just want to see you again"
That's what I sang to my beloved, my eternal spirit girlfriend, in my dream today. I liked the song so much that I woke myself up to remember and record it. I'll have fun expanding the melody soon, as I have for many of my guitar songs based on dreams.
Some dream details are very interesting and instructive to share. I was working at a computer desk on an old product I made in my 40's called PicoSearch. It was a site search tool to help you find things on your own website. I always liked that symbolism of helping people search themselves, and it was a happy time in my computer career.
I realized in the dream that I was older and our company no longer supported that product. I got excited to tell my boss let's sell the business, someone else will want it. Maybe he'll share some of the proceeds with me.
Then I'm standing to the right of my seat, and without looking I can feel that my recurring dream spirit girlfriend is sitting where I was. I look up past the computer and see behind it is a green field outdoors. I see me approaching the desk to sing a love song to my/our girlfriend.
Objective me sings a rap melody that none of us really like. He says let me try another rap song and backs up. I think that's not going to be any better, since the violent associations of rap upset us. He approaches again and sings now in a country western style that fits with our childhood good memories. He sings:
"I don't wanna grow up
in a world of pain.
I just want to
see you again."
Now we're all happy and I wake up to record the melody.
What's interesting is that I soon felt it works better to change "grow up" to just "grow". And when I make that change, I remember that when I was growing up in college, I wrote a tragic love song in which I saw my perfect partner girlfriend from a distance, but then as we ran to each other the bombs fell starting WW3.
I satirically, bitterly, called that song a romantic comedy and made a music video for my college art class. I was 21 and no longer believed in the promise of technology to save humanity. I was at MIT to study AI because in fourth grade my spirit guide told me to make a computer talk to me to get my best friend. That was decades before the current AI craze, so I was ahead of my time in both studying AI and then rejecting it as what saves the world. Love saves us, the soul saves us. I got a degree for the day job, but my focus was on humanities and writing electronic music to express my wounded spirit.
My spirit was wounded because the year before I had visited Munich to see my college girlfriend Sherry who was on a German studies year abroad. I had emotional flashbacks there, it was intense. I recognized parts of the city and I knew my way around some of Munich university. Sherry invited me into her class to see a documentary on the White Rose, the student resistance movement that distributed information about the rise of fascism. The N***s caught and shot the leaders Sophie Scholl, her brother Hans and their friend Christoph. Americans may not know their names, but the White Rose are legends of courage in their home country
Sophie famously said on the day of her ex*****on, "It is such a splendid sunny day and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action?"
I cried then and I cry now. Later in my 30's when I started remembering and believing in past lives, I had recurring dreams of hiding from the N***s to meet the White Rose at night in the library basement, to tell them what I knew. I had by then already quit my teaching position and joined the Munich underground where I met a young man named Michael Ende. Some of you may know him as the author of The NeverEnding Story which debuted in Munich in 1984. I was there to see the first screenings of this world famous fable of the soul, and I cried plenty more.
I don't know the name of my lifetime then for certain, but I call her/us Berthe after Berthold Brecht, a college hero for me. She survived the war but knew many who were killed, including people I have met and instantly loved in my current life.
So when I came back deeply affected from Munich in 1984, I desperately needed a model for the split in my humanity. How could some people do such horrific hateful deeds? Sherry and I had visited Nuremburg and nearby Dachau. I remember the signs "Krieg nie wieder", war never again.
To help me Sherry shared what German author Max Frisch said of the divided German consciousness. "Powerless spirit, spiritless power". So I allied with the side of powerless spirit, and that became the name for my music projects. Here is my college video in the style of German Expression and the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, which prefigured the sleepwalking of the German people into fascist horror. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhrwtQa1hF4
Today I've worked through the many more flashbacks that 2016 triggered here in my disunited United States. It was inconceivable that the nation which rose to world leadership from having helped Europe defeat the N***s in WW2 would later see its own fascists rise and threaten WW3.
Thank goodness my soul prepared me so well. I teach reality creation now with my soul family, so those who don't want to die can leave the dead-end world of WW3 and reach the paradise of the predestined parallel Earths where our beloveds call and sing us home. Jesus taught the multiverse. "Let the dead bury the dead, come follow me now", for "unless you be like little children you will not enter the Kingdom of Heaven" which is where "The meek shall inherit the Earth"
So today all of this flooded back from my inner adolescent with his heartfelt song. I was happy to reassure him that together we are powerful spirit, as we are free to leave the powerless spiritless ones to their own freewill choices. We are grown up so we can continue to grow, as we see our beloved again and again in lucid dreams.
In bed with my beloved in one lucid dream - so happy and alive to be together whatever the reality - I asked her. "We always know each other and yet we can look a little different every time. What are we?" She replied as she often does with a symbolic ritual. She turned to announce into a vintage microphone, "The silver dollar giveaway will begin in 15 minutes." This is a recurring theme, as she says we are the ones who give silver dollars to the poor and homeless. Silver is Earthly truth, gold is heavenly. Dollar is the wholeness of that truth. The number 15 comes up a lot.
As Dr. Michael Newton discovered in his groundbreaking life between lives interviews with past-life regressed subjects, we don't incarnate with all of our energy. Most of us stays above/behind in the world of dreams and afterlife energy, to guide us through this most challenging Earth school that we chose to learn reality creation.
But take heart for the lessons are finite, and you graduate a little more every time that you choose love.
"I don't wanna grow in a world of pain,
I just want to see you again."
best wishes,
Carl Johann Schroeder
Inner Selves Mastery
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IMAGE: "Never again is now" sign at 2023 Berlin demonstration remembering the N**i pogroms of 85 years prior. Thanks to The Guardian, the great independent British news organization that fearlessly reports on the continuing existence of fascism and how to recognize its mark
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