(Santa Fe dream, Wednesday, September 10, 2014) Waning gibbous moon in Aries
I recall a single dream of clear, turquoise-colored light. At the time I do not remember the Buddhist concept of clear light dreaming. I tell Sabine about this and she says turquoise is the color of past life memory, and we decide to use only this color when we work with her Photron device.
(Santa Fe dream, Sunday, September 14, 2014) Waning gibbous moon in Gemini
On my final meeting with Sabine I share this morning dream:
I have an adobe ranch house in or around Santa Fe. In the breast pocket of my shirt, I think on the right side (over my heart!), is a computer router shaped like an old Newport cigarette pack. Turquoise. The router is metal, a little piece of trompe-l’oeil sculpture. One white “cigarette” sticks out of the opening in the pack: it is the antenna. New connection, New Port! Sacred tobacco?
Day notes:
Newport cigarettes were introduced the year I was born, 1957.
On one of the evenings in Santa Fe, I was walking in the Railyard Arts district. I heard the soft, guttural sounds that my friend Jeanne C’s macaws often make. I looked up to see a large raven perched on the street light above me. The streetlight was not very tall so the raven was close. When I looked up at him, I expected him to take off, but he returned my gaze and continued his little speech. It felt as though he was speaking to me.
One of Sabine’s dogs is named Raven. Raven has one black eye and one blue eye. “She really likes you,” Sabine said.
Raven and Bluebird: opposites?
