Author: Denise

(Thursday, June 29, 2017) moon first quarter Virgo / tarot 10 of cups

I realize as soon as I awake that this is a past life dream. I am given a name and, for the second time, a photograph.

Chris, Cullan and I are moving into an older home that is new to us. It seems to be a large flat or row house in a large city. Chris is a very fussy architect or designer and leaves to work on renovation plans. I find a room that works for my studio but Cullan and I continue to look for the right space for him.

We come across a medium-sized bedroom with a highly feminine, floral decor: depression-era in style but nothing appears aged. The floor is covered in linoleum with a big, swirly flower pattern in muted greys and pinks. The raftered, vaulted ceiling is covered by square sections of flowered, textured fabric bordered by wooden trim. The fabric is embroidered with beadwork, as is the floral comforter on the bed. The atmosphere is like a friendly, happy garden. Domestic, crafty.

Cullan and I notice a framed picture resting at the edge of the bed. It is of an older, joyful-looking woman wearing colorful, flowered clothing, standing in front of a tall, blooming garden. The image is a eulogy created by the woman’s friends after her death. Her passion was interior decorating. A few lines of text describe her skills, her beloved personality and also provide her name, which was clear in the dream but when I awoke quickly started to fade. “Anita Starling” is as close as I can get. I saw a capital “A” in her first name. Her last name could be “Starling” or “Sterling.”

Two nights ago I have a strange, psychedelic dream. No linear plot. I am floating in an ocean of vividly colorful cartoon-like heads. Not human. Not animal. Devic? They are all smiling in a slightly devious fashion. Not purely joyful. Smirky. Brilliant. The wisdom of clowns.

As I begin to write this, a bluebird lands on a branch of the red birch outside my window.

Bonnie and I attended Victoria’s morning dream group at the IASD conference last week. On the first day, I shared the Black Wolf dream I had in Glastonbury. The next day, another woman shared a wolf dream. And the next day, a third wolf dream arose. Then I had this short dream, which I also shared:

I am with my Black Wolf. I stroke his beautiful, pearly teeth. White fangs. We are in love.

I worked this dream sequence throughout the conference. A tarot technique taught by a woman named Athena was especially helpful. The cards I pulled for that reading were the Sun, Lovers, Heirophant and Hanged Man. The deck I chose was The Enchanted Tarot. In Victoria’s group, I connected my first dream to the Strength card, where the maiden gently opens the jaws of the lion. Athena said the lion’s jaws are the opening to the rabbit hole. The Hanged Man is that psychedelic rabbit hole experience. My time in Glastonbury was the most shamanic of my life. It seems a confirmation of this happened when I entered the Anaheim hotel elevator (going down!) with the famous Stanley Krippner, whose lecture on shamanism I attended. Stanley told me my dress was beautiful and “ethnic.”

07.03.2017: A video appears on my YouTube app about a black wolf named Romeo. He lived in Juneau, Alaska and loved to play with the local dogs. He even had his own toys that he would bring to the park. I feel like my second dream, perhaps even my first, was about Romeo. Is he my spirit guide?