(Friday, October 3, 2024)
I have traveled to the peak of a very tall mountain. Dreaming. When the dream is complete, my body dissolves into beautiful golden stars, which fall to the earth and turn back into my physical body.
Precognition: Sabine’s House
My dream “Hoch Deutsch” was full of very specific precognitive elements about Sabine and her house.
First of all, I was completely unaware of her age. The green sedan in the dream is from the 30s or 40s. Sabine is nearly 82 years old. She was born in 1933. Her mind still has tremendous speed and vigor.
In the dream, there is a patio at the front of Jung’s house. Sabine has a walled courtyard at the entrance to her adobe house. It and the house are a bit neglected, as in the dream. As one would expect from an octogenarian whose eyesight is compromised.
In the dream, I find a corridor behind the main living room. Sabine’s office is in a separate building behind the main house. She has a portrait of Jung on a bookcase inside her office.
In the dream, my coworker Cyndi looks through the wooden cases behind Jung’s living room with me. The cases are full of small mythic sculptures from around the world. In waking life, Cyndi has filled her cubicle with small plastic sculptures and a spinning sand box. In Sabine’s office, two walls are lined with wooden shelves full of tiny plastic archetypes. She has a small desktop sandbox near the toys.
Waking Dream: Star
The morning of my trip to Santa Fe I drew a card from the tarot, as I do every morning. It was the Star card.
The rental car they gave me at the ABQ airport was from Texas. Texas license plates say, “The Lone Star State.”
The man who hit my rental car, Austin O’Daniel, was from Texas. The Lone Star State.
One website I found says the pool in the Star card is the Akashic Record / Jung’s Collective Unconscious / Universal Databank.
Every evening I would have a bowl of homemade soup at the Flying Star Cafe, along with a glass of New Mexican red wine called “The Queen of Hearts.”
The stars pictured in the tarot card are sometimes interpreted as The Seven Sisters, The Pleiades constellation. Some say the home of the blue aliens.
Sabine’s eyes shone like stars. Not an exaggeration. As I was leaving her courtyard for the final time, I noticed a glittering tile mandala above the gate. I pointed it out, and she said, “It’s a star.” Smiling at me.