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(Monday, Martin Luther King Day, 2021) waxing crescent moon in Aries / tarot Hanged Man

I’m lying inside a rocking boat. Hundreds of other boats full of people are mid-ocean, falsely enjoying the dramatic waves of a hurricane gaining power. I am surprised by their ignorance, or lack of concern, of the coming danger. I sense their party moods and wild physical presence but since my boat is roped to a small dock, I gratefully step out onto the wooden planks and walk to the shore.

I enter the shopping district of a small, northern town. A handsome, famous actor that I don’t quite recognize is a cashier. He has affection and commitment to protect me. I sadly tell him I can no longer access my savings account, worth thousands of dollars. He makes an easy software adjustment and my money fully, visibly returns to my bank app. I am overwhelmingly relieved. A blessing. Is he a spirit guide?

Day notes:

When I was lying in bed this morning, remembering this dream, a dream I had had over 30 years ago appeared very clearly. Popped into my mind. It was a vivid dream of an underground parking ramp, which I think had been a recurring theme back then. I wondered why it returned now, and so perfectly.

I got the year-end statement for my work 401K today and it was much more than I expected. In fact, it was the amount they had been projecting for my retirement, still three years to come. Of course, there are plenty of predictions of a market crash on its way.

(Saturday, January 9, 2021) waning crescent moon Sagittarius / tarot 5 of pentacles

Chris and I have traveled to join a family reunion organized by my paternal grandmother Helen Luther. We walk up the steep stairs to the upper floor which is large and open like my maternal grandmother Sheehan’s house. Double beds are positioned next to each other with headboards against the wall. Dozens of family members are sleeping in the beds, and I recognize no one, except Helen and my cousin Julie Puck, who are standing in a separate room, looking at me. Both of them passed away many years ago. I sense the presence of my deceased grandfather Edwin Luther and others in this lighted room, but I do not see them. This room reminds me of the bedroom grandmother Lenora and grandfather Bernard Sheehan shared when he was still alive (he passed in 1938).

We have arrived late in the night. I feel very apprehensive about how people will respond to Chris’ depleted brain function. His sometimes angry mood. This was a journey of surprise, and I did not pack anything in our little suitcase. Chris rambles off to interact with the souls in the lighted room. I am too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep.

In my dream I have continuous sleep paralysis. I keep spinning left and right with my upper and lower body to free myself. I’m able to move for a few minutes and then the paralysis sets in again and again. It’s such hard work to overtake the paralysis, but at least I am not experiencing any dark spirits in the frozen aspects of my dream. I am lucid and able to follow events that take place at the reunion while I “sleep.” Dream telepathy. I sense Chris meeting with people in a peaceful manner that makes him happy. They respond to him in supportive ways.

Eventually I am aware that morning has come and most people are rising, dressing for the family reunion. I seem to be the last one to fully wake up and my anxiety returns. What am I going to wear? I neglected packing the little travel box. Thankfully, Chris took care of that for us and I have two hand-painted linen blouses to choose from. I wear my old jeans, but that is OK with me.

I look about the room. It is much larger than possible in physical reality. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of relatives have slept together. Couples in double beds. A few are still sitting in bed as I dress. One friendly dark-haired man talks about his husband from Wayzata. He looks like my cousin Jeff Cox from Ann Arbor, whom I have not seen in decades. I overhear another conversation in the Room of Light about the name of the town where we are meeting. It has three names, all hyphenated into one name. I don’t know what it is.

Finally, I see a beautiful half-wall with perfectly painted white wooden trim, surrounding us all. I am astonished and deeply blessed by the richness of the wall and the house. My grandparents are extremely wealthy. This is a great comfort in the dream.

Day notes:

This dream makes me see another reason for moving to such an old house. Ancestry. The stairs to my bedroom are identical in form to the staircase in my grandmother Lenora’s house. I dreamt of the stairs last week. In the dream an old woman was angrily throwing a small female child’s belongings down the stairs. A day after the dream I found out about a teenage girl who jumped off the Lyndale-Minnehaha bridge and killed herself. There is a large wooden staircase at the edge of the bridge.

This weekend Jill Purce is having a virtual chanting seminar. Later this winter she will do Healing the Ancestors. I have been dreaming of her. One dream was of my handmade cloth purse, but in the dream I had Thursday night she appeared dressed in pure white. Her angelic aspect, which I have dreamt of before. She was able to master physical processes not usually available to older human beings. Manifestation. Many things have manifested for me after attending her workshops.

The large amount of work this house needs to care for it, love it, is like the tremendous healing work my family and ancestors need. I accept both sets of chores.

Denise-Lenore-Luther?

I received an email this week from Ryan Hurd about sleep paralysis, but I did not read it until after this dream.

(Saturday, November 7, 2020, Joe Biden is President-Elect) third-quarter moon Leo / tarot Strength

I have been riding buses and trains in Minneapolis for years, with no permanent, final destination. Finally, I arrive at my Grand Mother (godmother) Marguerite’s home. I enter a private room in an area of the house that is not well-known, crawling onto a single bed where I fall asleep, conversing with my Grand Mother in dreamland. I also perceive my unconscious, sleeping mind. I watch myself sleep.

A very tall man stands beside my Grand Mother. He is the Spiritual Master who has entered my dreams over the last few years.

Marguerite and I discuss house chores. She invites me to stay in this house, a house she has known for decades. She insists it is now MY house. There is so much for me to do, it is overwhelming. I awake and start contemplating all the tasks that need to be accomplished. I perceive a clock that floats in another dimension.

As I move from room to room and organize my list of projects, a fluffy, energetic English shorthair kitten appears. Her name is Susie. She is powerful! She can climb the highest pieces of furniture, she can enter the tightest spaces, she rolls and flips and hunts like a magical little beast. I guess she reminds me of Wyn, who is physically strong, highly perceptive, and dramatically creative. My miracle grandson.

The dream shifts outdoors to the most mundane part of the dream. Chris and I have placed some project parts and equipment on a wooden shelf near the front veranda. Our neighbor Joe (whom I have not met in real life) supports our process and is very positive. He assures me that the house needs a bit of cleaning, but nothing major. He points to a neighbor across the street and says THAT is the house that needs real work.

The dream makes another shift. I am inspecting large, expensive homes with a man who is new in my life. All of the houses have flaws that distress me. Suddenly, the man embraces me from behind and fills my body, mind and spirit with the deepest love. He is my millionaire soulmate! He is going to gift me with a beautiful, perfect mansion that is hundreds of years old. This brings great peace to my heart.

Day notes:

My experience with Jill Purce continues to bring light into my life. In the Vancouver Healing the Ancestors retreat, I called my godmother Marguerite my “true mother.” Now I live a mile from her old Tudor-style house and the Gill Brothers funeral home where her wake was held in 1965. I remember walking together down Lyndale to catch the bus to Annunciation Catholic Church. Our beautiful Washburn watertower that Cullan, Wyn and I visited yesterday reminds me of the Glastonbury Tor (I met Jill at her Glastonbury retreat). Just like the Tor, the Tower is on a high grass bluff with views that extend for miles and miles. There is a walking path on two sides of the Tower, just like the Tor. Washburn sculptures of old knights with giant swords remind me of King Arthur and Excalibur, whose mythology is prominent in Glastonbury. My clay sculpture of the Tor is in my new living room, by the front door. My first memory of the Tall Man is from shortly before my trip to England. The Tall Man and Jill’s husband Rupert Sheldrake were in the same dream.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washburn_Park_Water_Tower

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glastonbury_Tor

One of my big dreams happened in Glastonbury. I dreamt of a black wolf on my ancestral lands. Several years later, my Ancestry DNA came up as 70% British (Irish, English, Scottish, Welsh). At the time of my dream, I had no idea. Now I know about my 15th century ancestor named Thomas Coxwell whose large estate still exists near Glastonbury. My godmother’s last name was Wolfe.

November 11, 2021: The kitten seems to be a prescient aspect of this dream. Eric Wargo’s book “Precognitive Dreamwork” points out that precognition can often occur one year in advance. In waking life, there is a feral cat I have been feeding since September, and this week I was able to coax her inside for a few minutes. The dream kitty name of Susie strikes me: my grandmother Helen had a lovely little Papillon dog named Susie who was exactly the size and color of the feral cat, mostly white but with large calico spots. The feral calico cat has long white fur. Her golden eyes are round (not slanted), like an English shorthair cat’s eyes.