Category: Denise

(Sunday, April 2, 2017) moon first quarter Gemini / tarot Strength

My next ceramic piece will be a mobile based on my dream of the three-dimensional, spinning Star of David, the merkaba. I shared this dream at our retreat last fall. The sculpture will have three elements: merkaba,  heart-at-the-door, and a kite or kite tails.

Interestingly, I picked up Dr. Thomas Cowan’s book from the library called “Human Heart, Cosmic Heart.” I heard him present on a webinar and wanted to learn more about his approach to cardiology. He is an advocate of Rudolf Steiner (like Thom Hartmann) and also Weston A. Price. Surprising influences on a modern physician.

Steiner said the three most important things for the further evolution of humanity are: 1. that people stop working for money, 2. that people realize there is no difference between sensory and motor nerves, 3. that the heart is not a pump.

Cowan has spent nearly 40 years trying to decipher what Steiner meant about the heart. During his research he discovered an artist named Frank Chester who has created three dimensional objects based on Steiner and a bioengineer named Dr. Gerald Pollack. The sculptures end up using four equilateral triangles and three kite-shaped quadrilaterals, tilted at a 36 degree angle within a box. Steiner described the heart as a seven-sided form that sits in an imaginary box in the chest. The actual shape that Chester ended up with was based on Pollack’s research into vortexes and the electrical flow of “structured water” and “bulk water.” The heart tilts at 36 degrees within the chest cavity.

Fascinating stuff. I dreamt of this living shape last night, resting at an angle within a small box. My sculpture will include a heart framed by a door (similar to Steiner’s box concept) and a kite. The merkaba is the union of male and female tetrahedrons. In chakra language that would mean the heart, the centerpoint of the lower and upper chakras.

This little summary looks at sacred geometry but deep into the book Dr. Cowan focuses on the imperfections of science and medicine. He examines with great poetry the spiritual components of illness and of healing.

(Friday, March 31, 2017) moon waxing crescent Gemini / tarot five of swords

I am standing inside a small, windowless room in a large, multistory house. The floors and walls are wood. My mother comes to tell me that my brother died a few months ago, and that Chris died in the night. I am shocked, upset that she did not tell me about my brother until now. But I have to let go of that pain and concentrate on the recent death. Chris’ death.

Because I was not there at the time of his passing, unable to say good bye, I dissolve my ego consciousness and enter into the dimension between life and death. Chris is there too. His unexpected death has left him completely disoriented. He does not recognize me, or the transitional state he has entered. I try to comfort him, to talk to him about where he is and what has happened, without success. I embrace him lovingly, then move on.

I meet up with a group of fellow dreamers on a sandy riverbed. I start to tell my story, unraveling my long, braided red and gold locks as I speak. I have Rapunzel hair: each strand is many yards long. As I watch it flow like silk on the river current, I realize that we dreamers are beneath the surface of the stream, breathing water effortlessly into our lungs. Merfolk.

Day notes:

This is my fourth dream of red hair in a week (I did not record one of the dreams. My red-headed brother-in-law was in it. The others I have recorded here on the blog.)

Dreamers enjoying the sea of the unconscious. Their native habitat. La Mer.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb your golden stair. The title of an article by Kathleen Parker yesterday in The Washington Post about Melania Trump.

Saturday, April 1: I got an email from my mother this morning. Both my brother and his girlfriend lost their jobs a couple months ago. Their little girl Tristann turns one year this month. This is very sad news. I wonder if I should pay my brother to replace our siding. That was what he did for a living for over ten years. I will keep ruminating on this idea that could help both of us.

(Sunday, March 26, 2017)

I am in a castle that is inside a barrow, underground. I see the sun shine through the entrance to the upper earth. The interior of the castle is richly decorated with red velvet, gold and jewels. I am royalty.

My brother enters with two male friends, one of whom is my coworker Steve Adams. Steve is bald; my brother has bright red hair. I flip my silky locks between my fingers: “Look! I have red hair too!” But my hair is beyond compare, shimmering like metallic gold and copper threads. Magical. My flowing crown.

Suddenly I need to relieve myself. Defecate. I have trouble finding a private place to empty the waste from my body. Get rid of this SHIT!

Day notes:

This is another dream about my coworker Adam, the sexual predator. Before he lost all of his hair, it was red. But who is the real Adam in this dream? Bald Steve Adams? Or my red-headed brother? Both? Adam has to meet tomorrow with HR and Scott, the president of marketing. Many Scots have red hair, is that the clue?

Red hair: anger? Action? First (root) chakra?