Author: Denise

(Friday, June 2, 2023) full moon Scorpio / tarot Strength

I awaken on my spine, in bed at my Rustic Lodge upper story. I’m not sure of my age. I have a childlike sensibility. Kitty Snowball is quietly wandering around.

I notice the energy of an invisible, haunting spirit in the room next to my bedroom. The haunt keeps throwing a large, square pillow at me, and I toss it back again and again. I don’t feel I am in danger, but the aggressive spirit makes me sad and frustrated. I don’t deserve these arial pillow attacks. Is it an amusement for the ghost?

I can feel multiple generations in my attic. Perhaps the ghost lived here a long time ago and does not want to leave. The haunt must think I am taking over the bedroom.

I decide to end the pillow fight and head down the steep, narrow stairs. On the main floor, I discover that both of my parents have just passed away. They have been in sufficient health, so this is a surprise. In my mind’s eye I see them lying together, facing the earth. Their bodies have begun to decay and their skin is now shell-like (rigor mortis?). I wonder if they have turned into seeds.

I am working on a new clay project. Because I have recurring house dreams, I printed out a bunch of them to inspire my three-story house sculpture idea. I stumbled on a dream from April of 2019 (New House, Arrhythmic Village). The dream arrived before Wyn was born and before I considered moving closer to our family. Every element of the dream is true. We bought our Rustic Lodge house in April of 2020.

The sculpture will be mounted on a wall. It will have an attic, a main floor and a cellar. The roof of the main floor will contain a small 6-page book with poems about each “story.” The attic will have an open roof and the upside-down cellar will have an open base so I can fill them with extra pieces (maybe guides from my dreams or ravens or furniture).

My raven woman sculpture did not turn out. Crossing my fingers on this one.

(Monday, May 22, 2023) waxing crescent moon Cancer / tarot Strength

Snowball woke me up at 5 am for his breakfast. I fell asleep again and dreamed that I was asleep and dreaming. I was aware of my sleeping self lying on a bed in the top floor of a large communal house. When I awoke within the dream, I made the decision to do some house-cleaning. It was raining and I no longer had a job, so I went down to the basement to grab a vacuum cleaner. My mother was there, a “lower-level” being.

I climbed the stairs back up to the top. I sensed the presence of Claudia. We both felt like putzing at cleaning, in a slow and relaxed way. No pressure for speed or obsessiveness. Even so, the dream was full of detailed and colorful images of the house furnishings.

Day notes:

I am reading “No Death, No Fear.” When Thich would meditate, he would breathe in and think, “I have arrived.” He would breathe out and think, “I am home.”