Category: Denise

(Monday, October 16, 2017)

A long, beautiful, highly visual dream. Does the clarity and elegance of dream imagery have a relationship to lucidity?

The dream begins in Paradise Valley, Arizona, with my team mates Alysia and Brandon. We are working in an expansive, single-story resort whose rooms are full of light. Soon the dream transitions to the 2018 IASD conference.

A very distinguished writer, perhaps Robert Moss or Andrew Harvey (translator of The Tibetan Book Of The Dead) or Andrew Holocek, is seated on a brown leather couch in the lobby, interviewing potential conference attendees. As I wait to speak to him, I notice the lobby door: a large, heavy, hand-carved oak barrier, designed to protect visitors from dangerous brown bears. The bears sometimes still find a way in, through the massive door. That’s how powerful they are.

People are carefully constructing thoughtful, complex questions for Andrew/Robert. Entrance exams. I casually ask an off-the-cuff question. “You got it!” Andrew/Robert exclaims and I am admitted to the conference. I am surprised. So easy. I don’t even remember what I ask. He treats it like a rhetorical question.

Since I am “in,” I relax and my eyes begin to pleasantly roam the interesting environment. An aquarium full of exotic, ancient, living fish is perched on a side table behind a second brown leather couch across from Andrew/Robert. Little decorative banners inscribed with poems float in the water. One large, brown fish meets my gaze.

Across from the aquarium, slightly to the right of Andrew/Robert, is a small circular field of golden prairie grass. A dark-haired woman lies in the center of the soft straw, deeply asleep. The field is an aid to lucid dreaming. Sweet grass?

All of the resort rooms have crystal, translucent walls the color of arctic ice: clear with pale, cerulean blue reflections. Gold-embossed banners like those in the aquarium are mounted here and there on the crystal surfaces. They concisely communicate startling, profound, lyrically-constructed information about multi-dimensional physics. Such a joy to find and read them. Hunt them down! We and the fish live happily in our glass houses.

Day notes:

I was startled this morning when Betsey from Phoenix walked past my desk. Tomorrow Bill from Phoenix also arrives for a meeting with Target.

(Saturday, October 14, 2017) waning crescent Leo / tarot Lovers reversed

I am at a hotel or conference center. It is dusk. My partner transitions from the spirit realm to the physical world. He stands beside me, tall and fit: a highly evolved Spiritual Master, bodhisattva, come to save the humans “checked in” to our hotel rooms.

He tells me about a powerful Dark Force that is scheduled to arrive in the middle of the night. Unless people follow the Master’s instructions, they will be fully possessed by the Dark Force. They will lose their souls. Humanity as a species could be lost.

He shows me what I need to do to protect myself, to make myself immune to the power of evil. Passwords (mantras?) are involved, like firewalls that create barriers to computer hackers.

I pack all of my electronic gear and suitcases and put them in the hatch of my Focus. I want us to leave together. I want to “check out.” I don’t want to experience the terror that is coming.

He assures me of my personal safety. It is our mission to be here, at this critical moment in time.

We begin to travel from room to room, warning people of the coming danger. We replace the dim hall lights in the hotel so that the Dark Force will not be able to hide. Most of the hotel guests dismiss our urgent, cautionary tale.

(Saturday, October 7, 2017 / moon waning gibbous Taurus / tarot six of cups)

Dream 1:

I dream of an open nook in a white room. The space is the size of a bedroom closet, with white walls and no doors. The nook is in a room that will soon be shared space, so I want to make sure it is tidy. There is a small, round hole in the ceiling where many colorful, stored items are visible. Like an attic portal. I don’t want things to topple onto people’s heads. I ask Jerry, our handyman from work, to repair the opening, but I am not sure he has time to add another task to his busy schedule. I feel small bits and pieces fall from the portal and tap the crown of my head. I have brought my red, hand-held vacuum into the closet to suck up the myriad spider webs. Their beautiful mandala patterns remain embedded in the white walls after the silky threads are gone. White shadows. In the dream I realize this is important.

Day notes:

After awakening from this dream I enter our upstairs shower, which is covered in white tiles, even on the ceiling. White nook. I have to shoo out a large, feathery spider.

I have spent the last few weekends cleaning basement rooms: my home office / dream group room and my clay studio. Web Land!

Important: I think the webs could be shadows of past lives. Spider Woman and Spider Grandmother are Navajo and Hopi goddesses. Spider Woman taught humans the art of weaving. Spider Grandmother sat on her web in the Sky World, waiting for the Universal Mind to awaken. She observed the first thoughts as the Mind awakened. Seven energy beings floated out from the Mind’s shining light and solidified into shining stars. The seven stars reflected the spectrum of all colors. Spider Grandmother continued her work creating the Web of Life. If dream animals represent chakras, to me Spider is the eighth chakra, floating above the seventh (crown) chakra. The Universal Mind, the Akashic.

Dream 2:

Tuesday afternoon I worked from my home office. The light was strong on the large, west-facing window in front of me. It caused an etheric reflection that pulled me into an altered state. The vision I saw of myself looked more like my Oversoul than my present incarnation. A mirror image of my ancient self. Ego dissolved. I loved looking into my wise, old silvery eyes.

That night I dream of sitting with a therapist in her office. She is serenely beautiful. Dark-haired. She looks like my dream character Madame Renault from my Yoga Couple dream. She is chatting about several famous and powerful beings that belong to her circle of friends. She treats me like a patient in need of counseling and is very surprised when I energetically say, “Oh yes, I also know so-and-so and so-and-so!” The names remain in the dream, dissolved upon awakening.

This dream is a snapshot of my experience with Sabine. We sat together all week in her therapist room in Santa Fe (which I accurately dreamt about before my arrival). The second day we met, she stated that I was at a midpoint in my incarnations. That was a bit disappointing to me, of course. She asked for copies of dreams that I felt were about past lives. The next day she changed her tune. She said I have two or three incarnations left. She said, “Most people come to me thinking they have been someone famous in a past life. They have not, but you have. You have been two famous people, Joan of Arc and Benjamin Franklin.” She was excited about that. I had hesitated sharing those dreams because I thought the idea of any connections were preposterous.

I don’t know why this has come up now. Maybe I need a boost in my self-confidence. Maybe it is time to send a hello message to Sabine again. In the Yoga Couple dream I am handed a copy of the Akashic Record. The Yoga Couple are past incarnations, come to heal me and heal Chris.