(Saturday, October 19, 2013) In a dream from April 28, 2012, I’m shown how tornadoes are portals between dimensions. I don’t know if I dream this before or after I read David Wilcock’s book. Last night I dream of hurricane-force winds. I’m safe, but the sound and fury of the storm in the dream is like the Black Hills blizzard. I’m reminded of what Mary Ziemer calls The Holy Winds or The Black Winds. The Great Spirit. The winds that sweep her to lucidity.
Liminal Dream: Holes in the Mask
(Saturday, October 19, 2013) I have another experience last night of my body dissolving: again, while lying in bed, right before sleep. My mind or consciousness is filled with cartoon-like images that themselves dissolve and morph into other very playful images. It’s like looking at a sheet of colored drawing paper (orange-red) full of two-dimensional animations drawn with a white crayon made of light.
I notice holes in the “paper.” Two eyes are looking at me through the holes. They are my eyes. I am looking at myself, from the other side, through holes in the “mask.”
I am still awake and the implications of this are very shocking. I see that there are other openings in the screen/mask/border. I peer through them into the other side and am sucked into a spinning vortex. A voice says, “You are illuminated.” I fall into sleep.
Day notes:
I started seeing these “animations” made of light during Eddie’s Tai-Chi class at Pathways. Third eye opening? Lucid dream?
Waking Dream: Blizzard Children
(Sunday, October 13, 2013) Four days after the start of the Black Hills blizzard, eastbound Interstate 90 reopened and we headed home.
The ditches were lined with tipped semi-trucks, buried cars and dead cattle. All of which put us in a very somber mood.
At about 40 or 50 miles out from Rapid City, something along the westbound lane caught my eye. Standing at the very edge of the shoulder was a lumpy snowman with no arms and a pointy head. I thought I was seeing things. But as we drove further we saw more and more pointy-headed snowmen. And a large igloo-shaped snow fort.
How long was the family trapped on the closed section of highway? Thankfully, it seems they had plenty of warm clothing. Their snow sculptures filled my heart with joy.