Author: Denise

(Tuesday, June 13, 2017) moon waning gibbous Aquarius / tarot six of pentacles

I am standing in an upper story of an office tower. It must be a huge metropolis like New York or London because I am on the 200th floor. The room lighting is dim. There is a rectangular bar full of men who are drinking following an all-day sales meeting. They are my coworkers but I do not work in their department. I am not in sales.

I know, and the men know, that an explosive attack on the tower is imminent. Most of them leave in a kind of organized panic, but a few remain seated at the bar with grim expressions on their faces. They are making sure I depart safely. One man is willing to risk his own life.

I am struggling to capture Lola in a small cardboard box. She uses all of her feral cat power in an attempt to fight her way out of the box. I push hard to close the four top sections over her wild head, then lift the box up to my forehead, pressing with my third eye to keep the top sealed. I dash out of the room toward the stairs, holding the cat container in this odd posture, hoping the last few men escape now too. And that I can keep Lola secured in the box.

Day notes:

An element of this dream reminds me of my struggle to ship my clay piece Edie to the dream art show. I took her to FedEx to have them create a custom box. So far it has cost $280 and I worry. I pray she will arrive unharmed.

Perhaps the Anaheim hotel is a tower. I don’t know.

Keeping Lola inside of her cat box is a lifelong struggle. She prefers to pee on top of four rubber-backed rugs I have had to put behind the television. Sigh. I should try working with an animal intuitive, perhaps. I think Chris’ wheelchair pisses her off.

06.14.2017: Devastating fire in a London high rise today.

(Tuesday, June 6, 2017) moon waxing gibbous Scorpio / tarot ten of pentacles reversed

I am witnessing Chris being tortured with flames. A group of three or four people are holding him inside a large medieval kitchen hearth made of stone. They are brushing fire over his head and body. He is in enormous pain, and they are also affected by the flames that they move with their bare hands. They accept the karmic price of torturing Chris by allowing the searing of their own flesh, albeit with a lesser degree of suffering. There seems to be a past life connection between everyone. I also receive a vision in the left side of my mind showing that Chris’ brother-in-law Thomas was an evil and dangerous person in a past life, although he is not present in the kitchen torture chamber.

Day notes:

Today at work I received my yearly call from the state fire fighters charity. The same man calls me every time. He has a dry and resigned sense of humor. When he said that donations are used to aid the recovery of burn victims, I remembered my dream and experienced a significant shock.

Chris’ femur is very inflamed. It is twice the size of his healthy one.

Two of my “big dreams” seem to have precognitive elements about Jill Purce’s Tantric Red Tara Mandala ceremony I attended near Glastonbury, England.

“Sorcerer’s Apprentice”

This dream takes place in a conference center at the base of a large hill. In real life, Glastonbury Tor sits on a tall hill and has rooms accessible to tourists at the base of the hill (Sabine says there is a tea room there). As I approach the hill in the dream, it is snowing, just like the day I left for England (April 27, my 60th birthday).

The magician in the dream is dressed like Merlin, wearing a star-studded blue gown and pointed cap. He has a twin. The legend of King Arthur and Merlin is prominent in Glastonbury. Merlin’s twin is Morgan le Fay. In my dream Merlin and his twin are both named Harry, like my great uncles in real life, Harold and Harry. Maybe that is a kind of Harry Potter joke within the dream. Jill Purce and Rupert Sheldrake have a son named Merlin who has a doctorate in ecological biology.

Merlin/Harry provides me with information about the earth’s chakras and ecology. Glastonbury sits on two ley lines, the Michael Line (Archangel Michael) and the Mary Line (Mary Magdalene). When at the retreat I stayed at Earth Spirit Centre, a five-star ecocentric meeting place with solar panels and other “green” features. Merlin/Harry gifts me with bags of food in the dream. In waking life, Earth Spirit Centre provides delicious, organic, vegetarian meals.

The last part of dream made no sense at the time, but now I see elements that clearly point to my mandala experience. In the closing of the dream I am shopping at a clothing store full of scarves and blouses made of silk and linen. During the Red Tara Mandala, we all wore scarves in the colors of the four Tantric directions: blue, yellow, red and green, and were expected to wear the colors of each direction when we were part of that circle. I had to shop prior to the event to add those colors to my wardrobe. At the ceremony’s end we wore white silk scarves.

A brown leather purse sits on a shelf in the dream. Jill Purce? My mother-in-law Kay is shopping with me in the dream. The dream begins as a search for Kay, who has wandered off on a journey of dementia. Jill does twice-yearly retreats on Healing the Ancestors, which I very much wish to attend.

“Jeanne d’Arc”

We closed the Red Tara retreat with a fire ceremony. When I walked into the field where the ceremony was to be held, I felt a huge emotional shock. Large logs were vertically stacked against each other, as if a human was to be sacrificed to the flames. I immediately thought of my Joan of Arc dream, and of the thousands, perhaps millions of “witches” burned in Europe during the Middle Ages. The farm that is now Earth Spirit Centre and Compton-Dundon village were built then. I could not shake the sensation.

As I stood facing the fire ignited by Jill, I saw that tiny bees were hovering in a circle formation around the fire, at the eye-level of the human participants. I reached my right index finger toward the bee facing me. She landed on the tip of my finger and continued to gaze at me for a few minutes. A week of such profound magic.