Second Snapshot

In the week following my return from Santa Fe, I’m not sure which day, I have another “snapshot” dream. This portrait is of a middle-aged Pueblo Indian man. He wears a cloth headband and much silver and turquoise jewelry. The snapshot is clear enough that if I saw the man on the street I would recognize him.

Day notes:

Sabine said that the eighth chakra, the one six inches or so above the head, is the connection to past life memory. When that becomes fully opened, past life information can be “downloaded” in great detail, without the coloring of metaphor or symbolism. This makes me think of my Sorcerer’s Apprentice dream, where I am gifted with a wizard’s cap that reaches six or eight inches above my crown.

When she first met me, she surmised I was mid-cycle with my earthly incarnations, but by the end of the week, she said, “I was mistaken.” She thought I was very close to completion: maybe one or two more incarnations. She said at this point one begins to retrieve and process all past life memories. She said it is very important to record as much dream detail as possible now. I suppose Edgar Cayce would concur. She asked if I wanted to “be done,” to move on to another level or realm. I had to think about that. It seems good that we are traveling to Virginia Beach again. A visit to the A.R.E. will be most meaningful.

Clear Light Dream: Turquoise

(Santa Fe dream, Wednesday, September 10, 2014) Waning gibbous moon in Aries

I recall a single dream of clear, turquoise-colored light. At the time I do not remember the Buddhist concept of clear light dreaming. I tell Sabine about this and she says turquoise is the color of past life memory, and we decide to use only this color when we work with her Photron device.

Newport

(Santa Fe dream, Sunday, September 14, 2014) Waning gibbous moon in Gemini

On my final meeting with Sabine I share this morning dream:

I have an adobe ranch house in or around Santa Fe. In the breast pocket of my shirt, I think on the right side (over my heart!), is a computer router shaped like an old Newport cigarette pack. Turquoise. The router is metal, a little piece of trompe-l’oeil sculpture. One white “cigarette” sticks out of the opening in the pack: it is the antenna. New connection, New Port! Sacred tobacco?

Day notes:

Newport cigarettes were introduced the year I was born, 1957. 

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