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This page came about because Joe had received a grasshopper dream in an e-mail. He told me about it, however, he answered it, filed it and never showed it to me. Several days went by and I had a brief vision/dream to do a web search for exo-skeleton grasshopper.   I remembered Joe's recent e-mail but had no idea why I was to do this particular search. I actually did 4 searches, one for exo-skeleton grasshopper, one for exoskeleton grasshopper, grasshopper, and ants. I had no real idea what I was looking for and eventually narrowed down my chosen files to the ones used below. If spirit decides to change what I've done, they'll tell me in another dream.  Dee - 08-18-98

Date: 98-08-09 16:55:04 EDT

From: Sampatron

To: JMason4557

I'm standing below a small rise in the ground (the grass is brown and sere) in front of a VERY BIG, VERY GREEN grasshopper which is looming over the top of or just slightly from the other side of the rise. (It's sort of the angle the old movies used to shoot from below to show how big Godzilla really was. The grasshopper is at least as big as I am, probably bigger.) The grasshopper is holding a very small mouse, maybe a deer mouse, with white feet and chest, in its mouth. The mouse is alive but is just dangling there as if feigning death. The grasshopper looks me straight in the eye then very deliberately and quickly crunches the mouse to death. The whole time the grasshopper never takes its eyes off mine. I feel like I should be horrified but mostly I'm sad.

(At first I thought the grasshopper was blatantly evil but as I thought about it, I got more a sense that it's just very intense and wants to make sure I get the message. But I don't know what the message is!) >>


Dear Sampatron,

Thank you for sharing your "Giant Grasshopper / Mouse" dream. I do think it is meaningful. I believe the dream may be personal, but that it may also be a message to humanity. Only you, of course, can determine if it applies to your individual life.

The mouse symbolism has been with humanity for a very long time. Mythical scholars say it represents the aspect of the Divine within us. I have an article about it on this page:



It may help to search for "Ganesh," the east Indian "first son" of the Father and Mother Deities. He rides a giant mouse, and his logo is the mouse. Some say he represents the human condition of "Maya," that is, we are in the land/reality of "illusion." My way of saying this is that our reality is akin to a stage play, where us "actors" have forgotten that it is a play, and have little or no idea of what the "script" is all about. This forgetting is by design, a self-imposed amnesia. It's a learning experience.

Here's a page with some information:


Ganesh is the Hindu deity of good
fortune, new ventures, wisdom, and
removal of obstacles. His attributes
are shell, discus, club, and water lily,
held in each of his four hands, and his
vehicle is a rat. Huge yet gentle,
humble enough to ride upon the
insignificant rat, his figure in its
totality represents the indivisible
universe. In his dancing form,
serpent-belted, Ganesh evokes the
tremendous creative power of his
father Shiva. Lotuses at his feet
magnify Ganesh's fertility.

JBL Catalog Ganesh


This is not to say that our lives are therefore without meaning. I see it more like a way to explain how and why the reality is created. It's a very good metaphor, so I'll continue with it in my attempt at interpreting your dream.

The script calls for villains. This fits with mythical ideas, such as the Egyptian Typhon-Set, which was converted to "Satan" later, according to Blavatsky. This, she says, is not evil, just the "opponent force." Your big grasshopper, I would say, is the same type of symbol.

In one of the myths about the baby Ganesh, his head was destroyed by his own father, Shiva. Like "the devil," Shiva, the destroyer god, carries the Trident. In another version, Ganesh's mother, Parvati, asked Saturn to shine his light on the child. Saturn warned her that it would be harmful to the baby. She insisted that he shine the light, because she did not want her child to miss out on adversity.

Several years ago there was a rash of "milk miracles." It started in India and spread to other countries. Little statues of Ganesh, the boy with the elephant's head, were drinking milk, they claimed. See:

It all began on September 21st when an otherwise ordinary man in New Delhi dreamt that Lord Ganesha, the elephant-headed God of Wisdom, craved a little milk. Upon awakening, he rushed in the dark before dawn to the nearest temple, where a skeptical priest allowed him to proffer a spoonful of milk to the small stone image. Both watched in astonishment as it disappeared, magically consumed by the God.

What followed is unprecedented in modern Hindu history. Within hours news had spread like a brush fire across India that Ganesha was accepting milk offerings. Tens of millions of people of all ages flocked to the nation's temples. The unworldly happening brought worldly New Delhi to a standstill, and its vast stocks of milk - more than a million liters - sold out within hours. Just as suddenly as it started in India, it stopped in just 24 hours.


Interestingly, milk is a symbol in stories about Skanda, the second son of Shiva and Parvati. Scholars say that the symbolism in these stories is rather silly, but quite meaningful. Skanda has seven heads and twelve arms. He lives in a forest of trees. His seven mouths are fed milk from the seven stars of The Pleiades.

You many know that The Pleiades, or Seven Sisters, is a small group of stars that are found in myths and Religions worldwide. Job 38:31, for example, speaks of Orion and the Pleiades:

"Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?"

I wrote about a "dream-coincidence" involving the Seven Sisters at:



Here's a page about Skanda:


He is shown with one head or six heads on this page, but in some versions he has seven. The Pleiades myths often speak of six stars, with the seventh being special. Perhaps that is the reason.

My guess is that the dream is a warning or informational dream, rather than a predictive one.


Joe Mason


"The Ant and the Grasshopper":

The Original Version:

The ant busts his butt in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

The New Liberal Version:

The ant busts his butt in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter. Shivering, the grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. CBS, NBC, and ABC show up and provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to film of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can it be that, in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? Then a representative of the NAAGB (The National Association of Green Bugs) shows up on Night Line and charges the ant with "Green Bias" and makes the case that the grasshopper is the victim of 30 million years of greenism. Kermit the frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when he sings "It's Not Easy Being Green."

Bill and Hillary Clinton make a special guest appearance on the CBS Evening News and tell a concerned Dan Rather that they will do everything they can for the grasshopper who has been denied the prosperity he deserves by those who benefited unfairly during the Reagan summers, or as Bill refers to it, the "Temperatures Of The 80's".

Finally the EEOC drafts the "Economic Equity and Anti-Greenism Act" RETROACTIVE to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government. Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that Bill appointed from a list of single-parent welfare moms who can only hear cases on Thursday afternoon between 1:30 and 3:00 PM when there are no talk shows scheduled. The ant looses the case.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he's in. . .which just happens to be the ant's old house. . . crumbles around him since he doesn't know how to maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow. And on the TV, which the grasshopper bought by selling most of the ant's food, they are showing Bill Clinton standing before a wildly applauding group of Democrats announcing that a new era of "Fairness" has dawned in America.


The Ant and the Grasshopper, part 2

The Story So Far...

You may have heard the New Liberal version of the story of the Ant and the Grasshopper, in which the happy-go-lucky Grasshopper who doesn't plan for Winter wins out in the end by playing on the sympathies of the (presumably evil) Liberal government. If so, you may be surprised to find out that the story doesn't end there.

Part Two...

After reading all the conservative propaganda, and listening to the Ant, the Grasshopper started to feel guilty, and he resolved to be a Better Grasshopper in future. So he got together with all his Grasshopper friends and family (who were all as shockingly irresponsible as he had been) and they all decided to go out and get jobs. The hard-working Ant was ever so pleased to hear that his message had finally gotten through.

Everything went well for a while: the Ant and the Grasshopper worked side by side, discussing conservative economics as they laboured. But one day, the foreman came by to talk to the Ant. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ant," he said, trying to avoid eye contact. "There's so much cheap Grasshopper labour on the market these days that I can't afford to keep you working for me. I'm going to have to let you go."

The Ant was furious. Every day, he would sit at home, writing angry letters to his congress-ant about how they should do something about all those awful Grasshoppers coming and stealing jobs from the Ants. He filled his days with so much hate that one day, he got sick, and his doctor told him that he had cancer.

Poor Ant! Still, at least he could go to the hospital and get better. But when he looked at his health insurance policy, he found that it had expired when he had left his job! The only way to get medical treatment was to dig into his retirement savings, and there wasn't enough money to pay for it all.

Well, this story turned out well for the Ant, as it happened. He had been born in Grasshopperland, which had a Liberal government that provided health care for everyone, and so he went to stay with his old family for a while. Although strictly speaking it was against his principles, he accepted their Liberal hospital treatment, and a year later, he was cured. And from that day to this, Gentle Reader, the Ant never complained about how unfair the Liberals were.

Copyright © 1997, Pete Bevin <moose@bestiary.com>.


The Ants Came Marching

The ants came marching one by one, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The ants came marching one by one, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The ants came marching one by one,
The little one stopped to suck his thumb,

And they all went marching down
Into the ground, do-do-do-do, boom, boom, boom.

The ants came marching two by two, Hurrah, Hurrah...
The little one stopped to tie his shoe...

The ants came marching three by three, Hurrah, Hurrah...
The little one stopped to climb a tree...

The ants came marching four by four...
The little one stopped to shut the door...

The ants came marching five by five...
The little one stopped to take a dive...

The ants came marching six by six...
The little one stopped to pick up sticks...

The ants came marching seven by seven
The little one stopped to go to heaven...

The ants came marching eight by eight...
The little one stopped to shut the gate...

The ants came marching nine by nine...
The little one stopped to scratch his spine...

The ants came marching ten by ten...
The little one stopped to say THE END...