Saturday, June 22, 2019 (waning gibbous moon Pisces / tarot Magician)
All seven members of the Dreamsters Union are at a retreat on a calm, sunny ocean beach. The beach is expansive and grassy, like Virginia Beach on the Atlantic, but more peaceful, as though nestled in an ocean sound in the Pacific Northwest.
Jeanne G. is the most prominent dreamer in this dream. We have all agreed to share a plant-based psychedelic experience. I brought Chris’ “remedy” and Jeanne wants me to test it, because it looks like a small handful of soft turf-grass, not hippy grass with THC.
I agree to make sure the weed is powerful. I step toward a little beach hut, and as I enter the door, I see Chris lying on his left side near the shoreline, next to my paternal grandfather Edwin Luther, who is lying on his right side. The tops of their heads nearly touch each other. My grandfather passed away many years ago, so in the dream I wonder if they are both sleeping or if they are both dead.
I start to smoke a little pinch of “snuff.” Immediately I enter a highly shamanic state, full of brilliant colors and images. Jeanne will be pleased.
Day notes:
This is the second dream this week where I am joined by my grandfather. A few days ago both he and my grandmother Helen were in my dream. I think they are asking me to focus at Jill’s Healing the Ancestors retreat on the pain on my father’s side of the family (caused by the death of my aunt Carol on her sixth birthday). Perhaps they are also ready to greet new Baby Luther. Is the soul of Baby Luther related to Carol? Or Edwin?
My experience at Jill’s Tara Mandala was very shamanic, even though I was completely sober. A fairly large group of participants used ayahuasca, including a lovely couple in their late 70s who had lived for many years in a Rudolf Steiner community in Germany.
June 23: I burned twigs in my little fire pit last night and I still smell like smoke.