Category: Denise

(Easter Sunday, 2026)

Peter recommended books by Dean Radin and Cindy recommended one by Allan Combs. Radin’s “The Science of Magic” and Combs’ “Synchronicity: Through the Eyes of Science, Myth, and the Trickster” talk about David Bohm (quantum physicist) and Rupert Sheldrake. I just finished Radin’s book and am reading Combs’ book right now (fabulous). Cindy and I had a discussion last week about Bohm and Sheldrake, but I had no idea they would both show up in these books. Their two, separate theories are very similar to synchronicity. Rupert’s phrase “the morphic field” reminds me of the gentle fields of nature and related telepathy in my dreams. I am eternally grateful to have been able to go for a long walk with Rupert during Beltane in rural, green, beautiful England.

Smaller synchronicity: “Through The Looking Glass” is mentioned in Combs’ book. I recently ordered a classic version (with the original illustrations) of “Alice’s Adventure In Wonderland / Through The Looking Glass” and it arrived last week. I had also mentioned “Through The Looking Glass” to Bonnie in an email.

(Thursday, April 2, 2026) full moon Libra

A dream so big it is very hard to describe. It feels like I am in a higher dimension, and I am not a human entity, although my “physical” and emotional self seems identical to those in our human world.

I am asleep at the beginning, lying on a huge bed on the right side of a tall male entity. He remains on his back and does not awaken in the dream. I am telepathically connected to him. I sense he is an extremely evolved being, and my soulmate.

When I wake up in the dream, I at first think that I am as still as my mate. But I am able to roll my “body.” Movement. This brings me the sensation that my consciousness is not limited, as I had thought it was. My mind is completely open, universally connected.

Beyond relief, I look at our beautiful bedroom and see a piece of window-style artwork on the wall next to me. It is made of wood, painted a pastel color. A small prayer/meditation is written in the center, which brings me humble, peaceful joy.

Now I have telepathy with my community, these holy beings. I sense the presence of many in similar bedroom environments. They send me the message that it is time for me to leave my particular room, and it is important that I am ceremonially-dressed, like a priest or a nun. I look under the bed to find my angelic uniform.

When I head out of my bedroom door, I am able to see more of our prayer window-artwork. All of the colors in this communal home are pastel. Springlike. Easter.

I walk out of our expansive, perhaps infinite, mansion. It’s a blue-sky day. I hike along many miles of gentle, green hills. At the end of the dream, a team at my left is working on construction updates to several of their simple, white ancestral cottages. They are happy together.

Day notes:

The sensation of my universally connected mind is the strongest aspect of this dream. Overwhelming. A lucid dream, I guess.

This could be an end-of-life dream. I have been having recurring dreams about consciousness, my functioning mind. Which in real life is not functioning as well as I would like.

(Wednesday, March 25, 2026) first quarter moon Cancer

I am working on two huge wall-sculptures made of clay. I need to climb a ladder to work on the one above a fireplace, inside of a small room with tall, white wooden walls. This brown clay sculpture is a maned lion’s head, actual size, visually roaring at me. The piece is nearly done. I tweak it a bit with my fingers and add some moisture to the drying clay. I climb down the ladder and move out of the room to the other, lower artwork. It is covered in cloth, probably to help slow the drying process. I remove the fabric, which is dirty with clay on the outer layer. The sculpture under the brown cloth is white. Perhaps I have tinted it with white underglaze. Clean, pure.

Day notes:

I had a wonderful visit with my parents yesterday. They were both loving and conversational. I learned a lot about what has been going on in their lives and my siblings’ lives. They say they are ready to work on selling their Cambridge house, so they are starting to give away furniture and artwork. I brought home a stone sculpture I have loved for years of a wild cat (lion?) circled by a snake. My father found it in Mexico City, I think.

I am still assuming the illustrations I need to create for my book will be partially made of clay. This dream seems to confirm that idea will succeed, but it will be hard work!

The brown and white colors stand out in this dream. Earth. Clouds.