Last night in dream group I shared a fragment of a long dream I had on Friday morning:
It is dusk. At my right is a very long, berm-like hill. All along the top of the hill sit red brick chapels and temples. Each of my friends has chosen a sanctum and is climbing the rise to enter.
I, too, climb toward one of the churches. As I get closer I notice large, iron, cube-shaped frames at the entrances to the buildings. Beneath the open metal structures are gathered sculptures of the holy ones, normally stationed inside near the altars. The statues are of brilliant white porcelain and very lifelike. (In our Dreamsters meeting Bonnie asked me if the statures WERE alive and I realized they indeed may have been.)
The metal cubes are reminiscent of the pyramids and dodecahedrons at Peace Valley Sanctuary. As I was driving home from Peter’s last night, I felt the dream was telling me that the saints, guides and bodhisattvas have moved from the sacred inner spaces out into our three dimensional world. They are less hidden, more available. Ready to answer our prayers.
At lunchtime today I drove to Big Rivers Park. When I pulled into the parking lot at the edge of the bluff, I remembered the white porcelain statue of St. Francis I discovered there a few weeks ago.
Someone has been leaving bouquets of flowers at the edge of the stone wall that overlooks the Minnesota River near Oheyawahi, the Dakota sacred site. One day I walked over to inspect the flowers, hoping to find a card or inscription that would explain why they were there. Nothing. I peeked my head over the edge of the wall, gazing down the wooded slope. I was amazed to see a beautiful statue of St. Francis, facing the river and holding a wooden rosary in his outstretched hand.
