(Friday, May 19, 2017) moon third quarter Pisces / tarot Moon
A very long dream that feels like it fills the entire night. I am conscious during dreaming of my effort to deepen and store the details. But what remains, primarily, is emotional memory, not visual or verbal recall:
I am a member of a very large spiritual retreat, attended mostly by women. As I move through the various rooms and buildings, many women approach me in a gentle, loving manner. They embrace me and whisper beautiful descriptions of my soul and higher purpose into my ear. They gaze directly into my eyes. This is so overwhelming and unexpected that only when I am alone do I realize that I wish I had reciprocated their blessings. They are all such precious, evolved human beings. I feel completely honored and respected. Connected at the heart.
At the end of the dream I am sitting on the wooden floor of the main meeting room with a friend (Bebetta from Milan?). I say to her that this ceremony honors the goddess Astarte. Neither of us are familiar with the goddess, but there are books about her nearby and we reach for them.
Day notes
This dream mirrors the Red Tara retreat at Glastonbury. I did actually verbally reciprocate honors to each participant during the “enlightenment dance” part of the mandala.
Astarte is an ancient moon goddess, dating back to the Neolithic. She was called the Mother of the Universe and Queen of the Stars.
I met a family at the mandala that had once lived in the Rudolf Steiner community in Germany (like Thom Hartmann). The mother’s name is Astrid, “from the stars.” At first, her son, daughter and husband seemed a bit suspicious of me as I described the Sunday morning arguments between my parents about attending church, since the focus of their lives has always been spiritual community (the daughter performs ayahuasca ceremonies). We grew closer over the course of the week, however, and I felt a wonderful connection to them. Astrid and her son were particularly loving towards me. We exchanged very warm embraces as they parted for their home in Portugal. Even as I think of this I miss them.