Category: Denise

(Monday, May 4, 215) Wesak: full moon in Scorpio / tarot: three of swords reversed

I spent the weekend at a Soul Breathing workshop guided by Terri Peterson at the Aslan Institute. The Institute is a beautiful space created by a psychiatrist from South Africa. Artwork of lions, angels, Kwan Yin, mandalas and other sacred subject matter fill the walls and shelves throughout the building. Aslan, of course, is the lion from C.S. Lewis’ book “The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.” That is also the name of the dream Jeanne, Bonnie and I shared at the dream ball last year.

This morning when I got back to work and checked my emails, I saw a message from the White Lion Trust of South Africa. Which made me very happy! Last year, the day after Jeanne gave me a birthday gift of a hand-beaded white lion from Africa, I also received an email from the White Lion Trust. I only get one or two messages a year from the trust, so to me, this is amazing timing.

At our closing Soul Breathing session yesterday, we stood in a circle and said a prayer in honor of Wesak, the celebration of the Buddha’s birthday and enlightenment. As soon as we finished our prayer, we heard a clap of thunder. Rain began to fall. Purification! Smiles all around.

The email message from the White Lion Trust had a photo of Desmond Tutu and the Dalai Lama dancing together. The seal on the Tibetan flag includes an image of two white lions facing each other.

One of the questions Sabine Lucas asked the last time I saw her was, “Are you ready to manifest?” Jung and others would say manifestation (synchronicity) is activated by the alignment of one’s soul with source. My final breath session with our group was the most powerful I have ever had. My entire body was buzzing with intense energy. When our group finished breathing and stood to join in our circle, a golden-haired lioness from Rochester named Diane exclaimed, “You look so young! You are absolutely vibrating!” I laughed and said, “I AM. I AM vibrating!”

So this entry rambles a bit but I had to write it down …

(Thursday, April 23, 2015) Waxing crescent moon in Cancer / tarot: seven of cups reversed

I am driving with Chris to the land of my maternal ancestors: to Wabasha, Minnesota. My grandmother’s farmhouse is gone. The neighboring houses and barns and outbuildings are gone. The sand prairie has returned in all of its gentle beauty. Golden grasses bend in the wind, covering the rolling hills from the foot of the blue bluffs to the banks of the Mississippi River.

Since every physical trace of family is erased, I turn back, deciding to travel to my paternal grandparents’ property on the South Dakota border, in Brewster, Minnesota. I take a sharp left and travel down a long, straight road such as one would find in the Dakotas.

I notice a giant, vertical column in a field on the left side of the roadway. It’s hundreds of feet tall and shaped like a towering Mother Redwood. Cloudlike. Turning so slowly on its axis I don’t notice the spin until I sense the tremendous energy within my own body. We are traveling in tornado country and I wonder if it’s a twister. Yet it’s shaped like a tree. I think it must be a portal between dimensions.

I drive further down the road, intending to turn left again to continue on the path to see my father’s parents. There is a numbered form I want to pick up at their house (I forget the four-digit number when I awake). Chris and I hear news, perhaps on the car radio, of a tornado warning for the area near Brewster. I realize I already have a copy of the form, so I do not need to put us in danger by driving through the storm. I have a vision of my grandparents in the clouds above us. Their lives were surrounded by emotional turbulence, tornadoes of grief and anger. They look down on me, sending a silent blessing.

The road comes to a “T” and I turn right, heading to the office, only this office looks more like the conference centers I dream of so frequently these days. I work for awhile and suddenly it’s 20 minutes to 4. Time to get ready to go home. I am leaving for good, my retirement has arrived. “Where did the time go?” a woman named Janet (controller in the finance department) and I ask each other.

Day notes:

Last night I was very tired after work. I went to bed early and listened to some YouTube videos on my phone. I found quite a few that were titled “theta meditations.” Sabine Lucas used lights and sound to move my brainwaves into the theta realm. One of the YouTube meditations had the same abstract, buzzing soundtrack as something Sabine would use. It was an hour long. Soon enough I was seeing lights and colors and forms behind my eyelids, just as if I were in her meditation chamber in Santa Fe. Then I had this a-m-a-z-i-n-g dream.

(Saturday, April 11, 2015) Third quarter moon Capricorn / tarot: Star

My husband and I own a fine two-story house in the city. The lots are narrow and deep. We are hosting a social gathering and people have started to arrive. One female friend brings a hostess gift, an art item I used to collect. She is surprised (and a little judgmental) that I no longer do so. I turn the pale blue object over in my hands, then look into my dining room, suddenly noticing that the floral wallpaper is outdated. In fact, the entire house needs redecorating.

I walk to the front of the house, towards the stairs, to let more guests in the front foyer, thinking about the fact that my husband is a successful, wealthy attorney and that we have all the resources we need to refurbish the house. That sense of freedom makes me happy. He is standing at the top of the staircase, above the foyer, and we give each other a warm embrace as I pass him on my way to the staircase. He is wearing a well-tailored suit and I am clothed in a beautiful satin dress.

I notice several business cards scattered on top of a round wooden table near the stairs. One of them has the name of a Nazi official embossed on the white linen paper. So I realize that there are secrets to my husband’s success.

I walk down the stairs, all the way outside to the front yard. Some time ago I had draped two white, gauzy curtain panels in the trees, one on each side of the walkway. They have begun to tatter in the wind, so I take them down. I notice that my neighbor’s small front garden is tidier, more composed than my own. I consider what I need to do to make my garden bed healthier and more vibrant.

Day notes:

A superficial woman? Does the dated decor and clothing indicate a past life dream? They are a loving couple, perhaps living in a dangerous and secretive time. Doing what is required to survive? Or ignoring evil? Perhaps they are Jewish. 

The white veils at the front of the house remind me of the High Priestess card in the tarot. Or a chuppah from a Jewish wedding. When I hold my husband he feels lithe and tall. As do I. When I awake, I wonder if we are the “Yoga Couple.”