Becoming the Vortex

Dervish with lion and tiger
Dervish (non-whirling) with lion and tiger

A couple of weeks ago I dreamt of having bed-spins. As if I’d been drinking wine, which I had not. But in my dream I admonished myself for imbibing.

Last Wednesday I woke up with intense vertigo. My body, which had been resting peacefully during slumber, turned into a drill bit spinning at full rpm the moment I opened my eyes.

I’d been to T’ai Chi class the night before where I experienced powerful kundalini sensations. A fiery heat burned through my torso and up through the top of my head for several minutes. During the first day of vertigo I would close my eyes and see incredible psychedelic images. I could “trace” how each thought was transformed into a brilliant pattern of color and light.

I was highly anxious about going back to T’ai Chi this week because my balance is still impaired. The lessons take place at the Friends Meeting House, which has beautiful hardwood floors. I feared falling on my head.

It turned out that I was the only student for the 7:30 session. I told Sifu Rob about the vertigo. Before I even brought up the kundalini episode he understood that it was chi (kundalini) which had triggered the vertigo. He explained that my experience is quite normal in T’ai Chi practice. And he said there is a global energy shift going on right now that is affecting many people. He himself had physical sensations the previous night which he had never felt before. He said my personal vibrational shift is causing new pathways to be created in my brain and in my body. It sounds like New Age bullshit till it happens to you.

He found it interesting, and telling, that my body was spinning on the axis of my spine, not as if lying flat on a turntable. The spine is called the plumb-line in T’ai Chi and much of the practice is directed toward keeping the spine “open” to receive energy from earth and sky.

Was my recent dream of “Direct Transmission” precognitive of this private, healing lesson?

Direct Transmission

(Friday, March 15, 2013) Fragment: I dream I am receiving a “direct transmission” from my T’ai Chi instructor, Sifu Rob. All I see in the dream are his eyes with a kind of spotlight glow around them, à la Bela Lugosi in “Dracula.” But without the spookiness.

Direct transmission = shaktipat

Day notes:

T’ai Chi in ancient China was taught one-on-one, master (sifu) to student, without words. Entrainment.

This is my second dream about T’ai Chi. “Light-body Cannonball Training” was my first. I have been noticing that there is a new strength and energy running along my spine (called “plumb-line” in T’ai Chi) and I can feel all the bones and tendons in my body loosening. They make a crackling sound.

The Tao (yin/yang) symbol looks like eyes. Moon eye and solar eye.

From the web:

Eyes can represent clairvoyance, omniscience, and/or a gateway into the soul. Other qualities that eyes are commonly associated with are: intelligence, light, vigilance, moral conscience, and truth. Looking someone in the eye is a western custom of honesty.

The word “eye” has many meanings, from an organ that detects light to the symbolic eye with its many metaphors that link to conscious awareness. Reality is a consciousness hologram virtually experienced through the eye of time. The physical eye has a pupil symbolizing we are pupils/students in a university or universe. Center of the Milky Way, black hole, hurricane, vortex.

eyes

Log Cabins

(Saturday, March 9, 2013)

I dream that I remember taking a highway straight north, through the thick pine forests of Minnesota. I notice a small log cabin in the middle of those woods, on the west side of the road.

Later I come into some money and decide to purchase the house. Fred (from Morrie’s Minnetonka Ford) is my realtor. I travel north to inspect the cabin, but when I hike into the woods I discover that the trees have all been felled to create a neighborhood of log homes. Several cabins line the top of a steep southern ridge. A river runs east-west along the ridge and more log homes have been built on its northern shore.

I enter one of the homes near the river. The woman who owns it is a friend of mine. She welcomes me, but she is hidden in the shadows, near the door, and I can’t see her face. I stay for what seems a short visit, but when I am ready to leave, a young man on the sofa starts to laugh at me. Apparently I have stayed an entire year. My friend hushes the young man and communicates to him, telepathically, that my husband has passed and I needed this time to heal.

Day notes:

It’s interesting that the homes are made from cyndrical logs, not flat, sawn lumber

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