(Thursday, September 12, 2019) full harvest moon Pisces / tarot seven of sparks (wands)
Bonnie and I are at the close of Healing the Ancestors. Bonnie has wavy dark hair and looks like a combination of Joanne, Kiah and her own body. She and I have been Jill’s assistants, like Leah was on Cortes Island. The dream environment doesn’t look like Hollyhock, though: it looks like the building in the first retreat dream I had in June (Love On A Tibetan Peak) and even a little like the Airbnb dream.
My sister Jamie was in attendance with us. She is leaving with all of the other participants. She doesn’t feel that it was a successful practice for her, which surprises me because I don’t think many people would have said that about the real event.
Bonnie and I finish cleaning up the site and finish up paperwork too. I decide to head out into nature, towards the sea. The sky is blue and clear. I follow the rocky shoreline, sometimes needing to lean and touch the big boulders with my hands to help my balance. It’s a tricky walk.
I come to a long, long bridge that connects to the distant, western mainland. I feel no temptation at the moment to enter the bridge, but I know it is something I must do in the future. I sense the overlapping layers of bridge dreams I have had over a lifetime.
I walk a few steps past the bridge and see the most astonishing sight. A huge, graceful seal is flying through the air, weaving and spinning as if it is swimming under the ocean. So beautiful, so inspiring! Yet in a few seconds it is gone.
I decide to carefully head down the stony bank to the water. I have another surprising, joyful experience: a small boy greets me, having just entered the earth plane from the fairy realm. He sparkles! He fully radiates magic. It is Wyn, I am certain. My heart is full to the brim.
Day notes:
I listened to Jill’s talk last night on the Shift Network’s sound healing webinar. She was as wonderful as I expected she would be.