Author: Denise

(Sunday, August 16, 2020) waning crescent moon Cancer / tarot Wheel of Fortune

Web cams at work are recording the day. I view one live event taking place in another room and it shocks me. A toddler boy faces the camera and transforms from three dimensional reality into a black and white line drawing that moves as he moves. A linear animation. Then the 2D experience transitions into another, invisible dimension. The toddler has dissolved into a different space and time, gone from my sight. But I feel his presence. I know he will continue to travel through the dimensions that he desires to visit.

I grab the recording on my laptop and head into a room with a group of coworkers. I tell them about the phenomenal vision and start to play the video. They all lose interest before the young boy even leaves material reality. The workers engage in busy, superficial discussions about nothing. I can’t believe they don’t care about such a miraculous happening that has been recorded for all to see!

Day notes:

I rode my bike to Lake Harriet this morning. On my way down 48th Street a young family of four was walking with a stroller. The young daughter was riding her trike, and her tall blond toddler brother was ambling down the sidewalk, completely naked. It was delightful to see.

(Sunday, August 9, 2020)

Friday night our golden tabby neighbor Nemo was sleeping on our front porch, facing the street, on the pathway of the front door. It felt like he was owning the house, and guarding a portal. Saturday I was reminded by a video from the Australian tarot reader Marianne (Revealing Light Tarot) that August 8 is the Lion’s Gate. She says the portal to Sirius opens. I know Sirius is connected to the white lions.

(Friday, July 24, 2020) waxing crescent moon Virgo / tarot six of cups

The first half or more of this dream has no physical experience. Chris and I are staying at a very large hotel, but we are not part of a manifest, three-dimensional realm. We are spirits, yet I sense that his hair is black. He is Chris but he is not Chris. He is my strong, intelligent, healthy mate from my 2015 past life dream I call “Yoga Couple.” In that dream I name myself Madame Renault.

The single-story hotel or conference center may not be “real” either. I notice no striking colors. The immense rooms feel quite bare, devoid of much furniture, empty of any humans. Huge windows overlook the edge of the ocean, or perhaps the muted edge of the universe. I stand on the shore for a long while, sensing the infinite depth, then head back to our room.

It is night-time, but it is not dark. We are resting in a bedroom together. We make quiet love early in the evening like partners who have been together for centuries. We sleep, but I am lucid in my sleep. Anxious. I have a meeting at 9 a.m. Hours and hours of this dream are about having no body, and waiting.

My yoga husband rolls out of our wide, king-size bed in the early morning and enters the bathroom for a shower. This distracts me. I am worried I won’t have enough time to prepare for my 9 o’clock. The dawn has solidified things: I am more human, the rooms are more physical. I am able to enter the constricted black and white bathroom after Chris has finished his morning cleanse. The room is shaped like a small, rectangular box. I feel compressed, and surprised that such a big resort would have such an uncomfortable water room. A tomb.

Then the room shifts, expanding into the large old bathroom in my grandmother Sheehan’s farmhouse that at one time had been my great-grandparents’ bedroom. As I undress for my shower, a small group of people outside the window notice my naked, lean body. I shield myself with a towel I find in the wardrobe-style closet. More and more people appear. The out-of-doors is becoming active and social.