(Thursday, April 10, 2014) Yesterday morning, about half an hour into the day, I remembered that I had dreamt of the crypt at Rolduc Abbey. The dream matched the exact, waking life experience of my 2011 visit with Bonnie to the crypt, directly below the altar of the church. Was I traveling back in time within the dream? Was I traveling in the present moment to the Netherlands? Or was the spirit of the crypt visiting me here in my bed?
I don’t know if Bonnie had the same experience, but for me the crypt felt like no other place I have ever been, before or since. The room was filled with an energetic, observing presence. It didn’t feel “holy” or sweetly angelic. It felt deeply intelligent and watchful. Outside of the dimension of time. Eternal.
How interesting. Netherlands and the Abby were so powerful and obviously, still are. For me also. Talk about the “spirit” of a place!
Bonnie, I just read that Willem is organizing the 2016 conference at Rolduc Abbey. I hope we can go together again and that more Dreamsters can join us. Best wishes on your move this week!