Category: Denise

(Wednesday, April 13, 2023) third quarter moon Aquarius / tarot World

I missed most of this long dream. I only remember the end.

I am in my grandmother’s farmhouse, our ancestral home. I was sleeping in the bed that my sister Jo and I would share as children, but now a couple lies in that bed together: my old boyfriend Alden and his wife. I share with this woman how a kundalini, multidimensional energy experience (a “wow, wow, wow” happening) shifted me away from him. Now she is making the same decision for the same reason, many years later than my choice.

Day notes:

I haven’t seen Alden in years. He liked to date two women at once, which I put up with for a while. The woman he was dating at the same time suddenly died in emergency cancer surgery, leaving behind her five-year-old son. When he started dating a second woman a couple years later, I left him, and he was surprised. He said he loved me. He was a brilliant jazz musician, and I enjoyed hanging out at his different gigs.

I have begun working on my next clay piece, based on the Black Raven dream. I created a mold that is the skirt, torso and tail of the raven-woman. I don’t think I need a mold to add the wings or the woman’s head. We’ll see, but I expect I can do that by hand. This photo is the back of the cardboard guide. Now I’ll start roping clay coils around the structure.

For days I have been trying to decide how to make the feathers for the wings and tail. Today I decided I can use leaves from my outdoor sage plant.

(Monday, April 3, 2023) waxing gibbous moon Virgo / tarot Magician

The white magician from the dream A Magical, Gender-Free Being Rests Inside My Kiln reappeared last night. I don’t usually experience the return of such distinctive dream characters. If I saw this being in waking life, I would recognize that jester face.

This time he/she is high up in outer space, above the earth. Now I understand that he/she is an alien, which explains the unusual energy and presence. Again, he feels more male than female, although there is no sexual vibe at all.

Somehow I have been able to elevate myself for many miles in order to meet him in space. I may have gently flown my body, driven a ship, or made a dimensional change. I don’t know.

We hover, facing each other in the darkness. He is his usual teasing, jolly self. There are no physical elements, but he seems to be busy doing invisible computer work. We don’t need any masks or respirators to keep us alive. We are not wearing helmets or spacesuits.

As I observe his work, he explains that he has been educating humans how to return to earth after moving high into space. His technique is to lean backward and fall at tremendous speed, like falling off a cliff into the ocean. That’s it.

I can’t believe his idea. It shocks me. Yet, a sensitive, psychic woman in her fifties enthusiastically accepts the plan. She exactly reminds me of the guide Martha who gave me a reading at Present Moment. Martha has joyfully soared to meet the alien, and now she starts to drop at rocket speed to Mother Earth.

In spite or because of my skepticism, I find my own way back to the planet. I don’t know how I do it. Even so, I arrive in a room where Martha is lying on a large table, surrounded by EMTs and doctors. She is unconscious, nevertheless alive. A miracle.