(Wednesday, October 2, 2019) waxing crescent Sagittarius / tarot 9 of sparks
I’m up north, near Lake Superior, in a large conference center full of people moving from white room to white room. There I meet with an older, platinum-haired woman, an art professor who is mentoring me. We walk outside, heading on to the Grand Marais Art Colony.
We enter the Art Colony studio. My teacher stands in front of an old altar-stage, like the one in the original wood-frame church, facing two rows of student chairs. I sit in the back row, against the wall, one seat away from the left aisle. My feet are wearing elfish slippers and my right ankle crosses my left knee. A woman comes to sit next to me, on my left, on the aisle, and nearly bumps my toes. She looks into my eyes in a very pointed way, but says nothing.
The professor begins to present, painting rapidly to illustrate her story, and not just with quick, loose brushstrokes. One swash of her brush creates a complete, three dimensional image. Spectacular.
Eventually we leave the studio and walk to the edge of an astonishing cliff. She gently begins coaxing me to leap over the edge of the chasm. Terrifying. The fall is tens of thousands of feet, maybe more. I can’t even be sure I see the earth below. My guardian gives me a sturdy garden shovel to help with my downward journey. I hold the handle and stand on top of the blade. We descend together.
Day notes:
I mailed Jill’s thank you card to London today. Jill has white hair and is similar in size to the guardian in my dream.
I found out about my old studio-mate Denisea’s “The Art Goddess” blog yesterday and read a very fine entry about her aunt’s spirit presence. I met Denisea on my first trip to the Grand Marais Art Colony. That was one of the most mystical experiences of my life. I need to add that story to my blog.
I spent Saturday with Bonnie at the Park Rapids “Art Leap” festival. This photo that she took we call my “Hanged Man” pose.
A dream of heaven and the angelic realm.