(Saturday, February 18, 2017) moon third quarter Sagittarius/ tarot Temperance
Again I am present in my grandmother’s house, in its square, two story dream format. The house sits in a wide-open, empty field at grey dusk. “I” stand in the upper level. “I” am a spirit being of elevated height. My feet rest peacefully on the wooden floor but my head and torso reach out of the roof, into the eternal sky. Infinite tranquility.
(Monday, February 13, 2017) moon waning gibbous Libra / tarot ace of wands
As usual I left the breath session on Saturday with a mix of skepticism and deep healing. This morning I had a dream even Robert W. of the IASD would treasure.
“I” am in a very high place, floating in a heavenly, pale blue sky with wispy white clouds, in such an immense, open atmosphere it could be categorized as a Tibetan clear light dream. A translucent rainbow glows far below, to my left.
I do not know if “I” have a body. Perhaps not. I have access to the awareness of this elevated being. But I have NO sense of the ego and identity of being Denise. I don’t even have that ordinary dream sensation of The Observer Me. I AM this fantastic, illuminated spirit.
This inter-dimensional being is guiding two humans, far below on the earth plane. I separate from the elevated Spirit, into The Observer Me, and float through the sky down to the earth.
The light and landscape on the earth are extraordinarily beautiful. Beyond description, beyond compare. Heaven on earth.
The two guided souls are Cullan and Denise, and the timeframe is about twenty-five years ago. They each have a book that they are following, but they have the freedom to deviate from their plan, their Akashic contract, as they see fit.
Cullan and Denise live at the edge of the sea, near the delta of a small, pure river. The coast is protected by miles and miles of barrier islands. The waters are tropical and warm. The beach sand is pale and soft.
Young Cullan is standing in a second-story sunroom overlooking the ocean, in a house nestled next to the right bank of the inlet. His book directs him to leave his house and visit a playmate, but the river now runs where the friend’s house was supposed to manifest. He looks out through the huge windows to one of the shelter islands. His mother is repainting her little Caribbean-style cottage. Years ago it had been a bright, minty green. Now she is painting it a deeper, more avocado-toned color.
(Monday, February 13, 2017)
This dream takes place in the evening, in an outdoor amphitheater, like Alpine Valley. A play or movie is being presented on stage. People are relaxing on the grass, eating and drinking together. The soundtrack for the visual presentation is Beatles music. I am an organizer of the event and I have been able to provide the instruments the Beatles used to record these tunes, which is inspiring the musicians in the audience. People are allowed to play the instruments but they must use museum gloves. The gloves have been hand-knit using very soft pastel yarns, like baby booties or the Pink Pussy hats at the Women’s March.
There is a tall brick wall behind the crowd. Some people have been mounting artful, playful 3D signs on the wall. Other organizers are a bit upset that I have not controlled the crowd’s free-wheeling expression. I dismiss such silly concerns.
Day notes:
An email survey arrived today from the IASD, asking us to vote on a location for the 2018 conference: Concord CA or Paradise Valley AZ. Of course I voted for Paradise Valley.
Adam’s wife Susan made this soft Pink Pussy hat for me (a small precognitive element to this dream). My Valentine’s present from him today.
