Author: Denise

(Friday, October 11, 2013)  I have a very long dream this morning, part of which seems to foreshadow news of my coworker Larry McGowan’s death today.

Other curious fragments involve attending an estate sale at the home of Jungian psychologist Robert Larsen. I look into a closet and pull out a colorful, hand-knit sweater. But the yarn is worn and it’s too big for me. The hem covers my feet: it’s a man’s sweater. I keep searching until I find a beautiful, highly-feminine dress that was owned by the potter and kirtan dancer Amy Sabrina. It fits me, even though Amy was barely five feet tall and delicately thin. It comes with a frilly, lightweight sweater. Both garments are ruffled and decorated with green and blue floral patterns. I decide on the purchase, but when the sale is rung it comes to $100 more than I was expecting. $164. Even so, it’s a bargain. I leave wearing Amy’s outfit.

Day notes:

Amy Sabrina passed away from stage 4 breast cancer last Friday. I put away the fine red mug I bought from her for safekeeping. A couple of years ago Cullan and I went to a sale that a wealthy couple hosted for Amy in their Minnetonka home. I paid a lot for the mug, perhaps over $60, but I knew I was coming away with a treasure.

There is a birthday party for Robert Larsen on October 19. Rob invited everyone at Tai-Chi class Tuesday night.

The artwork on the bottom of the mug tells the story of a tornado that hit Amy’s Sweetgrass Farm and damaged the round barn. We shared tornado/vortex stories. There is a tornado warning right now in western Minnesota. In October!

Green and blue party dress: earth and heaven, Live Now! I find the dancer’s dress in a Jungian closet. Shadow work has a price, but is worth it, creating a new skin, new life. The yarn (tale) is light in weight. Uncovering spiritual treasure passed on from a brilliant soul. World dancer.

1 + 6 + 4 = 11 (1 + 1 = 2)

I Ching:
Hexagram 11, Prospering: earth above, heaven below. Peace, quiet, calm, ease, prosperity.
Hexagram 2, Earth: earth above, earth below. Supreme yin. Earth receives the power of heaven and makes all things grow.

Tarot:
11, Justice
2, High Priestess

Numerology:
11, balance
2, duality

(Wednesday, October 9, 2013)  The morning after our return from our Fool’s journey to the Black Hills, I stepped onto our digital bathroom scale. It read out my height, then my age, but when it got to my weight, it said “0.0.” So I stepped off the scale to allow it to reboot. Again my weight registered as zero. I had to step off and reboot a third time before the scale registered 116.9 pounds. Just a shade of my former self.

My Tai-Chi teacher says we are doing shadow work, accessing what physicists call dark energy. What Mary Ziemer and the lucid dreamers call black light.

(Monday, September 30, 2013)  I’m on an extended journey: maybe walking around the world. I come across a white clapboard building. It’s a church, but with no steeple, just a large, square-topped tower. I pick up a booklet of classes offered at the community. Many are taught by the founder, whose name I see in the dream but have forgotten. A Germanic name.

I think that to outsiders the church members might seem eccentric, even bordering on cultish. But to each other they are a close-knit and happy family. Like the School of Metaphysics.

I find out that the founder has passed. His spiritual community is full of grief. Who will teach now that he is gone?

Day notes:

I received the IASD magazine in the mail today. Ernest Hartmann passed away August 7 from a heart attack while riding his bike. He was not a founding member of the IASD, but he absolutely was a spiritual father.

On my walk today a small white sign was posted near the Mendota Bridge. It gave the Caring Bridge address of a man who had had a heart attack at that spot on September 14 while riding his bike. The sign let everyone know he was OK.

When I wake, I have a passing thought of Robert Larsen, founder of  my Tai-Chi school, who taught at the Jung Institute in Zurich. Dr. Hartmann was from Austria.

Dr. Hartmann developed a standardized scale to measure “boundary thinness.”

I had another dream a year ago or so about Dr. Hartmann. I wonder why the connection seems deep. I don’t recall ever speaking to him. I was one of the people who received his lovely book of poems in the mail last year.