White Marble Masterpieces at Earth Spirit Centre
(Tuesday, July 18, 2017) moon waning crescent Taurus / tarot Justice
I am the Witness. I observe an older, free-spirited woman and a serious younger man who are attending Jill’s mandala ceremony in Glastonbury together.
We must be at Earth Spirit Centre but in my dream the building is much more regal than the real-life medieval farm. The dream building is multi-storied with a square foundation. Each floor is constructed of floor-to-ceiling windows. Each floor is filled with life-size white marble sculptures from ancient Greece and Rome, and from the Italian Renaissance. All of the statues are breathtaking masterpieces, and they all belong to Jill! She is extremely wealthy. Rich beyond imagination, really.
The older woman and young man had originally agreed to leave for an airport hotel in the evening, but the fun-loving gypsy woman changes her mind. She rents the last available room for the night. The young man and I walk past it on the main floor, on our way to the exit. It is luxuriously decorated with a king-size bed strewn with dozens of silk pillows. Comfortable, colorful and wonderfully inviting.
The young man must find his bed for the night. He is a bit dejected. He wanders into a very humble part of town and finds a bunk in an inn housing several young male immigrants, perhaps from Syria or Afganistan or other war zones in the Middle East. (When I awaken from this dream I realize that the neighborhood is not hostile: the young man is sleeping in a youth hostel.)
In the morning we drive through a field of tall prairie grass on our way to the airport. Heathrow. It is a short trip, fortunately, because our flight is imminent.
Day notes:
Pat and I exchanged a series of emails yesterday about our merkaba dreams. He mentioned an interview he had just seen with Rupert Sheldrake (by David Wilcock on Gaia TV) and I reminded him that I walked with Rupert in Glastonbury. His is the Morphic Field theory, which I have loved for decades now. My dreams of fields, meadows, pastures and grass always make me think of Rupert.
The most astonishing things in this dream are the statues. There are thousands of them, each of the highest artistic and spiritual expression. Maybe they are the spirits I saw in my shamanic visions at Earth Spirit Centre. Certainly this dream confirms for me that Jill is a highly evolved being.
Of course this a sister dream to Bonnie’s white garden statue dream.
Sketchy Presentation at the Dream Conference
(Saturday, July 15, 2017) moon third quarter Aries / tarot three of cups
I arrive at the dream conference. It seems to be in Arizona because in one scene I am heading back to my room to change into lighter clothing. I feel the heat. I am perspiring slightly, which I enjoy. I love the heat.
I have brought a large roll of heavy watercolor paper with me. I have been working on a mural and intend to complete it at the conference.
I enter a session led by Richard W. The session is not being held in a hotel conference room: it’s in a university lecture hall containing several rows filled with desks. Richard begins speaking at the lowest room level, in front of a white board, then turns to me with the expectation that I complete the presentation.
I have a section of paper in my hand from my mural rough draft. I wish the art was ready, but it is not, so I punt. I make an off-the-cuff talk about the image and the research behind it. The research is about the brain and seizure disorder.
Richard moves up a level. Again I assume that he is the lecturer, the professor, but he turns to me, a little sternly. So I hold up another drawing and talk. I think there are students, participants, in the room but they are not visible to me. The desks seem empty.
This process continues through each level till Richard and I reach the top. The back of the lecture hall. I give my final presentation, again in a very light-hearted manner. I have expertise but because I did not expect to present, I do not have any research data in front of me to work from. All I have are my sketchy cartoons. Am I a disappointment to Richard? To the conference audience? To myself?
I leave the lecture hall and enter another next door. Jantje Visscher, an artist from W.A.R.M., is presenting with her beautiful, controlled geometric drawings. Matrices. The drawings are on the same thick watercolor paper as mine, but they are on tall vertical sections that are connected by seams of tape. They can be folded like the panel dividers between conference rooms. I am impressed by her preparation and logic.
Day notes:
This seems related to the way I presented my dream on Monday night (the Berry method “Drawn Into The Dream”).
I am creating a new batch of paper clay, which involves adding pulp from thick watercolor paper.
When I awake I wonder if Richard has ever presented at a conference. If not, why not.
Our illustrator in Portland has left the company so I will need to do more drawing at work. I am happy about that.
When I awake I also think some of this dream expresses regret about areas of my life left unexplored. I thought about going into child psychology when I was at the U of M. My art degree is uncompleted. I feel that my dream life is rich enough for me to be an able member of the IASD. But my professional life offers nothing to the organization.
The weather today is like Arizona. Bliss for me.