Prescient Dream Elements About IASD Paradise Valley Conference

I have discovered a few prescient bits about the IASD conference from 2017-18 dreams. I like Victoria’s use of the word “prescient” over “precognitive.”

Pre-Conference Dream 1:

“A very distinguished writer is seated on a brown leather couch in the lobby, interviewing potential Paradise Valley conference attendees. As I wait to speak to him, I notice the lobby door: a large, heavy, hand-carved oak barrier, designed to protect visitors from dangerous brown bears. The bears sometimes still find a way in, through the massive door. That’s how powerful they are.

“People are carefully constructing thoughtful, complex questions for the writer. Entrance exams. I casually ask an off-the-cuff question. ‘You got it!’ he exclaims and I am admitted to the conference. I am surprised. So easy. I don’t even remember what I ask. He treats it like a rhetorical question.”

I think this is about the writer Roc Morin from the San Francisco Chronicle who interviewed attendees throughout the conference and interviewed me on the last day. He wore a copper-colored costume to the dream ball. At first I thought this was about the well-known writer Gregg Levoy, but he was a presenter, not an interviewer. Funny that in the dream people ask “the interviewer” questions!

I still am unsure about the grizzlies. “Native lore often speaks of Bear as a disciplinary spirit animal that meets out judgment on bad-mannered humans … Bear totem animal teaches the laws of boundaries, both for self and others … Bear is also known as the cave bear, a spirit animal of protection. The cave is symbolic of ancient mysteries and the secrets of inner power … Many tribes have called this space of inner knowing the Dream Lodge, where the death of illusion of physical reality overlays the expansiveness of eternity. It is in the Dream Lodge that our ancestors sit in Council and advise us regarding alternative pathways that lead to our goals. The female receptive energy that for centuries has allowed visionaries, mystics and shamans to prophecy is contained in this very special Bear energy.” We had multiple, powerful conversations at this conference about the Divine Feminine. And, the global professor of shamanism, Stanley Krippner, approached me at the gallery opening about Black Wolf Romeo. Unfortunately, our conversation was interrupted.

Pre-Conference Dream 2:

“I arrive in the registration lobby. Under my right arm I carry the doll-sculpture I call Edie. She is created not by me but by the great ceramicist Akio Takamori (who passed away unexpectedly last month).

“From registration I move to the gallery where I have volunteered. I am not well-received. I don’t fit in. I don’t exhibit the standard, middle-class academic sensibility that is desired here. But there is a set of mounting tools needed by the gallery that I am able to fire, to temper, so that they are strengthened and made more useful.

“I move through other rooms in the conference, rooms full of people. Out of the corner of my right eye a transparent tarot reading appears, floating in the air above the heads of the dreamers. It is hard to decipher the cards because they are not fully manifest. They arrive from the spirit realm. I think the Fool is at the top of the spread but I can’t be sure. All cards seem to be from the major arcana.”

I did carry in my clay pieces to the conference. Refused to ship them. I won no awards at the art show, and the process of putting the gallery together this time was very negative. As we all waited in vain for the art show organizer Julie N. to appear, I threw up my hands and said, “Let’s put this together ourselves.” One of the gallery volunteers was Carmen from Rome. She had just completed publication of her tarot deck, a four-year process. But she only brought a single deck, so I could not buy one for myself.

All of the women who put the show together are now pushing back against Julie. Kim sent out an email praising her, which is unbelievable. Julie sent out a shocking, insincere “thank you” email to all of the exhibitors but did not include the other volunteers.

Conference Dream:

We did some chanting in our morning dream group. Bonnie said she heard me chanting in my sleep. That was a pleasing story, confirming the power of my daily overtone chanting.

Conference Waking Dream:

The same “hoo, hoo-hoo” of pigeons I heard in Glastonbury was there in the Valley. I drew the World Dancer from the tarot the morning we left for our trip, also the same as my journey to England.

Post-Conference Dream:

In Sedona I dream of a white vortex. Chris stands with a suitcase next to Mark Blagrove, pointing at the tornado that is spinning on the ground behind me.