Author: Denise

(Friday, April 24, 2014)  Easter morning Chris, his sister Kathy and I were sitting on the patio at Caribou in Northbrook, Illinois, their hometown. A long line of cars crept past. “They must be coming from mass at St. Norbert’s,” said Kathy.

Lapsed Catholic that I am, I didn’t recognize the name of the saint. On Wednesday my Dreamtime magazine arrived in the mail and I read that in 2016 the IASD conference will again be held in Kerkrade, Netherlands. I googled “crypt at Rolduc Abbey” and discovered a few interesting things. First is that the crypt holds an altar where St. Norbert celebrated mass shortly after the cathedral was built (1111). One of the stained glass windows illustrates a strange “miracle” that occurred:

http://norbertinevocations.wordpress.com/2012/02/11/in-the-footsteps-of-st-norbert/

St. Norbert is a kind of Pauline character. The hooves of his horse were struck by lightning, throwing him to the ground where he remained unconscious for an hour. He became extremely devout following this divine wake-up call.

According to Wikipedia: “Going to Cologne to obtain relics for their church, Norbert is said to have discovered, through a dream, the spot where those of Saint Ursula and her companions, of Saint Gereon, and of other martyrs lay hidden.”

The other thing I discovered on Bobbie Ann Pimm’s website is that a group of people gave a presentation in 2012 about the odd happenings at the 2011 dream conference at the Abbey. I’ve been thinking about contacting her about this. Especially since I had the dream about Bob Van De Castle as he passed. His website says that they are collecting dreams about him. “Many people that knew Dr. Van de Castle are reporting dreams ABOUT or WITH him since his passing.” So I may post my Bob dream …

(Thursday, April 17, 2014)  In the spirit of Robert Moss, who advises a symbolist approach to waking life:

Tuesday morning I awoke at 2. The lunar eclipse, which began at 1:30, was visible from my bedroom window. The moon, a dusty orange-red, appeared to levitate directly above the giant Scotch pine in my back yard. Like a blessing. Beautiful beyond means to express.

So of course I could not fall back to sleep. I would lift my head off the pillow periodically through the night to get a view of the evolving spectacle.

By 4 o’clock the blood had drained from the moon. It glowed brilliant white in the blue dawn sky, falling into the horizon and appearing to nest in the boughs of the pine like an egg.

I rose to do my morning meditation, sitting upright on two big pillows with my cell phone nestled between my feet, timer set.

It was a quiet meditation, but towards the end of it four Dakota women appeared, very far off in the distance. My ancestors: they knew me. Coming from the northwest, they traveled rapidly towards me, with great intention. Their faces were deep red and round like the moon. They wore beaded moccasins, shawls and trade-cloth dresses from the nineteenth century. I realized that they were returning earth spirits, on an urgent mission to teach forgotten lessons of respect for Mother Earth to any who will listen.

I looked at my timer. It was 4:44, which made me think of the four directions. Also the coming cardinal grand cross and Easter (this Sunday), the cross of the crucifixion.

This blood moon is the first of a series of four that will occur over the next 18 months. The moons are being called the tetrad.

The cardinal cross will be stationary at 13 degrees on April 23, exactly conjunct the axis of my natal chart: Jupiter in Cancer on my ascendant, Mars in Libra on my nadir, Pluto in Capricorn on my descendent and Uranus in Aries on my midheaven. Interesting times.

(Thursday, April 10, 2014)  Yesterday morning, about half an hour into the day, I remembered that I had dreamt of the crypt at Rolduc Abbey. The dream matched the exact, waking life experience of my 2011 visit with Bonnie to the crypt, directly below the altar of the church. Was I traveling back in time within the dream? Was I traveling in the present moment to the Netherlands? Or was the spirit of the crypt visiting me here in my bed?

I don’t know if Bonnie had the same experience, but for me the crypt felt like no other place I have ever been, before or since. The room was filled with an energetic, observing presence. It didn’t feel “holy” or sweetly angelic. It felt deeply intelligent and watchful. Outside of the dimension of time. Eternal.