(Saturday, January 9, 2021) waning crescent moon Sagittarius / tarot 5 of pentacles
Chris and I have traveled to join a family reunion organized by my paternal grandmother Helen Luther. We walk up the steep stairs to the upper floor which is large and open like my maternal grandmother Sheehan’s house. Double beds are positioned next to each other with headboards against the wall. Dozens of family members are sleeping in the beds, and I recognize no one, except Helen and my cousin Julie Puck, who are standing in a separate room, looking at me. Both of them passed away many years ago. I sense the presence of my deceased grandfather Edwin Luther and others in this lighted room, but I do not see them. This room reminds me of the bedroom grandmother Lenora and grandfather Bernard Sheehan shared when he was still alive (he passed in 1938).
We have arrived late in the night. I feel very apprehensive about how people will respond to Chris’ depleted brain function. His sometimes angry mood. This was a journey of surprise, and I did not pack anything in our little suitcase. Chris rambles off to interact with the souls in the lighted room. I am too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep.
In my dream I have continuous sleep paralysis. I keep spinning left and right with my upper and lower body to free myself. I’m able to move for a few minutes and then the paralysis sets in again and again. It’s such hard work to overtake the paralysis, but at least I am not experiencing any dark spirits in the frozen aspects of my dream. I am lucid and able to follow events that take place at the reunion while I “sleep.” Dream telepathy. I sense Chris meeting with people in a peaceful manner that makes him happy. They respond to him in supportive ways.
Eventually I am aware that morning has come and most people are rising, dressing for the family reunion. I seem to be the last one to fully wake up and my anxiety returns. What am I going to wear? I neglected packing the little travel box. Thankfully, Chris took care of that for us and I have two hand-painted linen blouses to choose from. I wear my old jeans, but that is OK with me.
I look about the room. It is much larger than possible in physical reality. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of relatives have slept together. Couples in double beds. A few are still sitting in bed as I dress. One friendly dark-haired man talks about his husband from Wayzata. He looks like my cousin Jeff Cox from Ann Arbor, whom I have not seen in decades. I overhear another conversation in the Room of Light about the name of the town where we are meeting. It has three names, all hyphenated into one name. I don’t know what it is.
Finally, I see a beautiful half-wall with perfectly painted white wooden trim, surrounding us all. I am astonished and deeply blessed by the richness of the wall and the house. My grandparents are extremely wealthy. This is a great comfort in the dream.
Day notes:
This dream makes me see another reason for moving to such an old house. Ancestry. The stairs to my bedroom are identical in form to the staircase in my grandmother Lenora’s house. I dreamt of the stairs last week. In the dream an old woman was angrily throwing a small female child’s belongings down the stairs. A day after the dream I found out about a teenage girl who jumped off the Lyndale-Minnehaha bridge and killed herself. There is a large wooden staircase at the edge of the bridge.
This weekend Jill Purce is having a virtual chanting seminar. Later this winter she will do Healing the Ancestors. I have been dreaming of her. One dream was of my handmade cloth purse, but in the dream I had Thursday night she appeared dressed in pure white. Her angelic aspect, which I have dreamt of before. She was able to master physical processes not usually available to older human beings. Manifestation. Many things have manifested for me after attending her workshops.
The large amount of work this house needs to care for it, love it, is like the tremendous healing work my family and ancestors need. I accept both sets of chores.
Denise-Lenore-Luther?
I received an email this week from Ryan Hurd about sleep paralysis, but I did not read it until after this dream.