Author: Denise

My dream “Hoch Deutsch” was full of very specific precognitive elements about Sabine and her house.

First of all, I was completely unaware of her age. The green sedan in the dream is from the 30s or 40s. Sabine is nearly 82 years old. She was born in 1933. Her mind still has tremendous speed and vigor.

In the dream, there is a patio at the front of Jung’s house. Sabine has a walled courtyard at the entrance to her adobe house. It and the house are a bit neglected, as in the dream. As one would expect from an octogenarian whose eyesight is compromised.

In the dream, I find a corridor behind the main living room. Sabine’s office is in a separate building behind the main house. She has a portrait of Jung on a bookcase inside her office.

In the dream, my coworker Cyndi looks through the wooden cases behind Jung’s living room with me. The cases are full of small mythic sculptures from around the world. In waking life, Cyndi has filled her cubicle with small plastic sculptures and a spinning sand box. In Sabine’s office, two walls are lined with wooden shelves full of tiny plastic archetypes. She has a small desktop sandbox near the toys.

 

The morning of my trip to Santa Fe I drew a card from the tarot, as I do every morning. It was the Star card.

The rental car they gave me at the ABQ airport was from Texas. Texas license plates say, “The Lone Star State.”

The man who hit my rental car, Austin O’Daniel, was from Texas. The Lone Star State.

One website I found says the pool in the Star card is the Akashic Record / Jung’s Collective Unconscious / Universal Databank.

Every evening I would have a bowl of homemade soup at the Flying Star Cafe, along with a glass of New Mexican red wine called “The Queen of Hearts.”

The stars pictured in the tarot card are sometimes interpreted as The Seven Sisters, The Pleiades constellation. Some say the home of the blue aliens.

Sabine’s eyes shone like stars. Not an exaggeration. As I was leaving her courtyard for the final time, I noticed a glittering tile mandala above the gate. I pointed it out, and she said, “It’s a star.” Smiling at me.

In the week following my return from Santa Fe, I’m not sure which day, I have another “snapshot” dream. This portrait is of a middle-aged Pueblo Indian man. He wears a cloth headband and much silver and turquoise jewelry. The snapshot is clear enough that if I saw the man on the street I would recognize him.

Day notes:

Sabine said that the eighth chakra, the one six inches or so above the head, is the connection to past life memory. When that becomes fully opened, past life information can be “downloaded” in great detail, without the coloring of metaphor or symbolism. This makes me think of my Sorcerer’s Apprentice dream, where I am gifted with a wizard’s cap that reaches six or eight inches above my crown.

When she first met me, she surmised I was mid-cycle with my earthly incarnations, but by the end of the week, she said, “I was mistaken.” She thought I was very close to completion: maybe one or two more incarnations. She said at this point one begins to retrieve and process all past life memories. She said it is very important to record as much dream detail as possible now. I suppose Edgar Cayce would concur. She asked if I wanted to “be done,” to move on to another level or realm. I had to think about that. It seems good that we are traveling to Virginia Beach again. A visit to the A.R.E. will be most meaningful.