(Wednesday, September 7, 2022) waxing gibbous moon Aquarius / tarot Moon
Chris and I walk into a large retreat center along the shore of the ocean. I enter a building directly on the edge of the sea, and he wanders to a different structure further from the beach. Closer to the woods.
I sense powerful physical and spiritual energy, as in my last dream. Many kind, older people, people my age, are hiking into the center. They are gentle and friendly, dressed in beautiful clothing with fine patterns and elegant floral details. Some are also wearing delicate, elaborate jewelry made with gems and hand-carved gold and silver.
Ralph Waldo Emerson is the leader of this event. He speaks in his nineteenth century accent: fluently, expansively. Using a colorful drawing, he explains that he is presenting information about double white light. His fingers touch two white circles on the paper. Many of the attendees have followed his teachings for most of their lives. I am blessed to take in this experience and to meet them all. I feel the white energy in my heart and spine.
The interior of the building has decorations that appear to combine the styles of Buddhism and Victorianism. Not simple, but colorful and emotionally pleasing. I take a break and head to a small restroom for a pee. When I return, the group is meeting for lunch together. After I finish my meal, I notice that I need to head to a restroom again to clean my teeth. A new female friend says, yes, that is one of the joys of aging: sticky teeth. It almost feels like my teeth are covered in light, white down feathers. Both restrooms have breezy, sheer, floral curtains that create a cloaked, protective environment.
I never see Chris again in the dream. People at the retreat are happy to meet him and spend time with him. He is not interested in spiritual experiences, although he enjoys the natural location and his companions.
I turn back to the woods for a walk. My friend Bev, who lives just a few blocks away on 41st and Wentworth, is walking with me on the path. We are enjoying time together in the peaceful forest. Her husband Don is stepping quickly past us, and I wave hello with my left hand. He is stern. Perhaps he doesn’t care for the the task he is heading for. He does not look at all like real life Don. His hair is round and curly, almost like a thick woolen cap.
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Day notes:
I looked up Emerson after the dream and discovered that Margaret Fuller had been a companion, feminist and Transcendentalist. Our Tangletown neighborhood used to be called Fuller. The Margaret Fuller elementary school was torn down and now is Fuller Park. My neighbor MaryLou helped create the park in 1978. My grandmother was a Fuller.
Emerson passed away on my birthday, April 27.
I am starting to feel more settled in our neighborhood. Most of the people on our street are compassionate and friendly.
Don: 1. Spanish Mr. or Sir, 2. Lord or gentleman in Spanish speaking countries, 3. Italian title for priests, 4. A person of great importance, 5. A University teacher, especially a senior member at Oxford or Cambridge, 6. Head of the Mafia
Transcendentalism: An idealistic philosophical and social movement which developed in New England around 1836 in reaction to rationalism. It taught that divinity pervades all nature and humanity, and its members held progressive views on feminism, abolitionism and communal living. Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau were central figures.
I ordered a book of Emerson’s main essays, including “The Over Soul.”
