Author: Denise

(Saturday, August 22, 2015) Moon: first quarter Scorpio / tarot: two of cups

This is a dream of tremendous sensuality and richness of color and texture. The hues are deep and jewel-like, accented by flourishes of gold: the atmosphere of the faerie and elven realms. The magic darkness of a deep pine forest.

I have travelled to the far north to visit Bonnie and Paul at their new home. Physically worn from the long journey, I am immediately brought upstairs to the guest bedroom by Bonnie. Kind Bonnie.

I sit on the edge of the simple, single bed, recognizing it from her descriptions of the construction and decorating process. The mattress lays on a black metal frame, and there is a matching bed positioned next to it. Twin beds. I fall asleep, instantly.

When I wake up, I am surprised to see that Bonnie has slept in the twin bed next to mine. Surely her bed with Paul is more comfortable, more luxurious.

She gets up to show me to the bathroom at the foot of my bed. I step over the threshold into the most enchanting of rooms. Both bathtub and sink are sculpted into shell-like forms from beautiful turquoise porcelain, rimmed in gold. The elaborate faucets are golden and the walls are patterned in earthy brown/blacks, mossy greens and indigo blues, swirled with gold leaf.

I look at Bonnie with curiosity. This house looks nothing like the other two she and Paul have owned. It’s like the house of the Good Witch and her Magician husband. I ask her about her inspiration and she shows me an artwork on one of the walls. It’s a self-portrait of herself as the Faerie Queen.

She leaves me to bathe and prepare for the day. When I am refreshed and dressed, I meet Bonnie on a balcony above the stairs. We look out a large picture window together. She points north, far off into the horizon and tells me the name of a sacred tree, a long Celtic or Elven name that I could not repeat and and cannot remember. The tree is only visible in my mind’s eye.

Then Bonnie points to a circular stone courtyard at the front of her house. Two ancient stone structures sit on two compass points of the circle, northeast and northwest. She tells me that the other two buildings exist in another dimension, visible only to those with second sight. I look down. The buildings materialize on the southwest and southeast compass points. I tell her I can see them. She seems a little surprised.

We head downstairs to the kitchen, where Paul and a friend of his are waiting for us. Bonnie has to leave on an errand. One of the walls of the house dematerializes and she walks through into a large shopping mall. Then the wall closes.

I sit in the kitchen for awhile and talk with the two men. My awareness is dulled, I am not able to understand the full conversation, though I try very hard to concentrate. It’s almost like there is a veil between us that distorts speech and comprehension. Paul’s friend seems skeptical or impatient of my difficulty.

I look out the large kitchen window. The crab apple trees are just blooming, even though it is August. It’s beautiful: the landscape is covered in pink blossoms. Paul explains to me that the lateness of the trees is because of the extreme northern latitude. Winter, he says, lasts nine months. In my third eye I see the bare trees of winter coated in diamond-like, iridescent frost. More scenes from Faerie.

It’s time for me to go shopping with Bonnie, and I walk through the wall of the house into the multi-story mall. I soon find her, with her arms full of packages. Gifts.

Within the mall (maul), I encounter my ex, Cullan’s father Sandy. He is his normal destructive, sociopathic self. This contact is devastating. I think it is what Paul’s friend was attempting to warn me about. Bonnie helps me back to the safety of her home, but I am very shaken.

 

 

(Friday, August 21, 2015) Moon: first quarter Scorpio / tarot: High Priestess reversed

Bonnie is driving a large station wagon. I am in the passenger seat. She turns left around a sharp corner and straight into the wall of an auto parts store. The crash seems deliberate, not accidental. She has a determined expression on her face, her jaw is firmly set.

She backs the car away from the building, and starts to drive away, down the busy street. The furious shop owner comes running out the door after us. He is a large burly man with dark hair, dark mood. He catches up to us, somehow manages to open the rear hatch of the car, and jumps inside. He is obviously extremely powerful. I am terrified. I am not strong enough to protect Bonnie. I give her a quick look (What are you thinking? Have you no fear?), then open the door and bail out of the speeding vehicle.

The dream shifts. I have found a way to Bonnie’s house, where the Dreamsters have gathered for our retreat. I let everyone know what has happened. Jeanne, Peter and Paul leave to see if they can bring Bonnie back to safety.

The design of Bonnie and Paul’s house is very odd. The rooms are narrow and long with half walls. The room openings connect in a back-and-forth pattern, like a maze.

The dream shifts again. Bonnie is safe, we are all back together as a group, as a family, in a different, larger house. Our biological family members are here too. I am talking to Jeanne’s 12-year-old son Michael. He has long blond hair cut in a page-boy style. His smile is lively. He is a good storyteller. He knows a lot about dreams and the realm of spirit, but is also very down-to-earth.

After I finish talking to the delightful Michael, I walk into another room that is far off the beaten path, a quiet space in the house where a handsome young father is lying on his side on a bed. He could be Jeanne or Bonnie’s son. He is nursing his small infant. I question him about his ability provide milk because I am interested in his story, even though I realize this is a dream where all is possible. His choice to nurse is indicative of his complete commitment to his family, both his child and his wife.

(Sunday, August 9, 2015)

I get up early this morning to prepare for “Yoga Church.” Heading to the kitchen to make my chai, I see a buck walking past the dining room window. This is very exciting to me: we see females quite often but it can be years between sightings of male deer.

He is a young buck, with just three or four points to his antlers. Bucks are often solitary creatures, but two smaller deer are following behind him. The two seem to be twins, and they are males as well. Their antlers have two small prongs.

According to Jamie Sams’ Medicine Cards, deer embodies unconditional love. And to the Celts, buck was the King of the Forest. The crown of antlers symbolizes consciousness reaching into the realm of spirit and magic.

British namess for buck: stag, hart.

An hour later, the young Swainson’s hawk I saw yesterday lands again in the pine tree outside the kitchen window.