Join 350+ Dreamers (we’re now more than 500 dreamers from around the globe!) and dream with us on the night of the new moon, Sunday April 3!
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Then, on April 4 or thereafter POST YOUR DREAMS here as a comment.
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DREAM with us on Sunday Night April 3, in our quest to use the power of dreams to help heal the planet Earth in the face of global climate change.
Before bed on that night, set your intention to have a healing dream for our planet. Write this intention down and be prepared with a pen, notebook and flashlight next to your bed to record any dreams or fragments you recall.
Then post your dreams (or dream fragment, reflection, whatever you have) here as a comment!
We have the power to create positive, healing change.
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Wishing healing dreams to one and all!
–Tzivia
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April 4, 2011 at 8:30 am
Dryalantha
Last night I had a dream about a very good friend of mine. He was telling me that the energy channels (chakras) are not vertically connected (like the most of us have learnt this way!) but that the energy of each channel is spreading their energy in all the directions and that’s how the channels are connected. He shows me what he means by waving his hand from his throat, over his heart, to his solar plexus. Then an image appears of 2 trees on a hill. It’s not exactly a photograph or drawing, the picture is made from dots in all different colors.
Greetings from Belgium,
Lindsay Drya
April 4, 2011 at 1:37 pm
Ava Wolf
What a beautiful dream!
April 4, 2011 at 1:36 pm
Ava Wolf
A busy night of dreaming with plenty going on and lots of dialogue–and then, no memory! Was awakened by a very early morning phone call, and everything went “poof.” I Meditated, fell back to sleep and dreamed the following: My mother is visiting. We are in a physical space where I have been working at a job I have, and also an exercise class is about to take place in it. My mother tells me that she wants to send greetings to my mother-in-law, but that she does not wish to have more intimate contact with her, or more of a realtionship than she already has. She is very bounded about the relationship. My mother offers to help me with my work, and I take her up on her offer, doing my best to explain what has to be done. When she shows me the finished result, I notice there are mistakes, including a misspelling of the name on the first file being worked on. The name is something like Bodapople (that is the way my mother has spelled it), and I think it is supposed to be Boddapopple. The exercise class begins, and my mother moves quickly toward a mat. She is wearing black socks, and she slides and almost falls. She catches herself in time. I feel very nervous about the way she is going about things; I worry for her safety and she tries to reassure me, telling me that she is all right.
April 4, 2011 at 1:52 pm
Tzivia
Before bed I did a distance Reiki healing for the earth with a special focus on Japan. Whether this had a healing impact on the planet I can not say, but it felt very peaceful and loving and was a wonderful way to enter sleep.
I had long, detailed dreams and will record the highlights here:
DREAMS 4-4-11
Swimming Pool Tsunamis:
I’m part of a competition at a large Olympic-sized swimming pool. At some point I get swept into the pool by a large wave along with another person. There are many mini-tidal waves in the swimming pool. I look for the little air pockets to breathe in as I’ve learned to do in previous dreams. I’m coaching the other person who’s been pulled under: “Breathe now! You won’t have a chance for another breath for a while so breathe now … ” etc. We get pulled back and forth.
Finally we get to the side of the pool again, safe. We rejoin the competition in which we must run alongside the pool and touch every panel on the wall. Prizes are being distributed but I see there is no prize for me – even though I did well in one of the competitions. The prizes are egg-shaped capsules, like the toy-prize capsules that come out of gumball machines, but larger, with the winner’s name printed one each.
Two Hollys Fighting:
Holly B and Holly A are at an event. Holly B is the DJ and Holly A is the singer. Holly A is wearing a long dress with a black cat appliquéd at her midsection (solar plexus). Holly A is offended because Holly B is playing the music too loudly, and the loud music is inappropriate for her act. Holly A strides over aggressively and Holly B has the body language of one who is about to start a street fight. I walk in between the two, having no idea how I’ll stop this fight. The two women have their arms poised for battle reaching over and around me. I tell them to take a deep, cleansing breath and I hold each of their hands. I manage to calm them down and Holly A. goes back up to perform.
Swimming with Sharks:
Snorkeling (in the Caribbean?) with friends. We see fins. “Sharks!” I’m told to swim calmly away, but a few of the young men start kicking … strong butterfly kicks … as they swim right alongside the sharks. These guys alternate between floating totally still, then breaking out in unison in these splashy kicks.
Afterward, when we all get to safety, the guys admit that they were flirting with death … seeing how much they could get away with. I am stroking the hair of one of the guys to comfort him. He’s telling me how he’s risked death in the past by doing drugs till he was “blue in the face.”
Meanwhile I’m wondering how much the sharks know about us humans. Seeing how they reacted – or didn’t react – to the young men, I think: They know something about us. They would really only attack if we directly threaten them and they had no intention of attacking the boys, even though the boys were taunting them.
Beautiful Southwestern Landscape:
Just before waking I have a beautiful dream about a Southwestern or perhaps South American landscape. It’s my last day here before I go home. In this scene I’m by myself and going back to our Camp on Pennsylvania Ave. [Not only is this the address of the White House but it’s also the name of the street on LI that I grew up on.] I stop to ask a man directions. Now I’m in a suburban area with brightly colored buildings. I love the bright colors. Things are dilapidated and decrepit, though. There’s construction going on. Huge piles of cardboard as tall as a building are piled up. Still, it’s beautiful. I notice the soft light on the mountains seen between and beyond the buildings.
I’m in an open air trolley now and as we pass by a shop selling little cacti I try to keep my arms and legs inside so I don’t get stuck with cactus needles, but when the trolley stops at our camp and I get out I see the cactus is stuck to my shin and an older woman (someone from the Dream Studies world) pulls it off for me. I look for the price on the cactus that I’ve inadvertently stolen but I don’t see a price sticker. I also note that the cactus has been thoroughly watered and I’m surprised because I’ve always thought cacti don’t need a lot of water.
End of Dreams
April 6, 2011 at 6:32 pm
Sylvia
I dreamed the night before about my sister Holly’s daughter Lisa after a telephone conversation with Holly, and recently appliqued a black cat onto a blue satin jacket. Lisa is a lovely, wonderful little mother, and the black cat applique was covering up the name of the previous owner of the jacket. I’m living in a Southwestern landscape, which feels like a very spiritual, connected place on our planet.
There’s a lot of water in our dreams lately, too. I just had one last night, of water inundating where I’m driving, the water seemingly to be rising up from the ground. At least I was navigating, even though it wasn’t easy. I’m beginning to feel that being in competition with nature is not going to be healing, but to somehow allow ourselves to accept and find a way to compliment it, become one with the force of nature.
April 7, 2011 at 2:04 am
Tzivia
Wow, Sylvia, these connections are amazing! I’d love to talk more with you about them and also the water theme. My dreams are just dripping in water, pools, over-watered plants, etc. etc. lately!
April 4, 2011 at 2:17 pm
Laura
I fell asleep last night repeating the Earth Awakening chant that SGG emailed. My intention was to join together with you all for a dream to heal the planet and especially Japan.
Dream:
I am shopping at a really cool store called “Knowledge, Weeds and Woodworking”. The owner is a kind, white haired gentleman who explains he named the store because he likes to read and learn about things. He likes to plant things and make them grow and he likes to build things from nature. He tries to explain some of the items in the store that I’ve never seen before and don’t recognize. But I can’t remember what he said.
I get home to a strange house in the woods and find my house has been broken in to. The intruders are sitting quietly in my living room, waiting on me. They don’t seem to want to hurt me. The police come and have the attitude that I can expect more of this if I keep leaving my doors open.
The only thing left to do is swim. Luckily I have a large lake in my backyard. I swim in the lake and I know the intruders are swimming behind me. I lure them to the edge of the lake and push them into the rocky shore face first and swim away quickly before they have a chance to say anything.
I’m wishing this morning that I had been brave enough to hear what they wanted to tell me.
April 4, 2011 at 2:59 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
Laura, I love the appearance of the “Wise Man” archetype showing up in this dream! There seems to be a lot of “doing” energy focused on nature and growth. The “house in the woods” could be a pun on “woulds” is broken in two – two camps? To work forces? Never mind the dream police – They’re just around to enforce our inner laws, usually a result of societal conditioning. If this were my dream I would try incubating another dream to find out what new ideas are coming in that I feel threatened by? – They could actually be helpful to me, and it’s only the change they bring that I (my ego) fears.
April 4, 2011 at 4:25 pm
Laura
Brenda, Thanks for the advice. Great ideas!
April 4, 2011 at 5:14 pm
Sylvia
So glad the intention was helpful . What wonderfully powerful images.
My dream brought me right into the disaster region, where I can be useful. I drew a tarot card reading last night, my significator the Three of Swords: in Lee Irwin’s Gnostic interpretation: “Wounds that feel the sorrow of the world, the pain, joy, desire for completion and coherent understanding; clearing way for growth through recognizing limitation.” I’m glad for this awareness. After the reading, I turned my focus on Goddess Hera (“who neutralizes and burns up all impurities” – L Irwin) bringing her with me into my dreamworld with the intention of healing of the earth and waters around Japan. (see my posted dream).
I feel the energy and intentions of this amazing team of dreamers, aiding me in healing my inner wounds. I send you deep gratitude. And I feel the strength of our resolve.
April 4, 2011 at 2:27 pm
Brenda Ferrimani
In my dream:
I am at a convention with many people. At one point I stand up and tell everyone that it may be a good time to take a break. The man in charge disagrees and is angry at me for disrupting things.
I meet a woman and share with her a memory of her beautiful daughter, as a young girl in a purple dress, twirling and dancing there.
Next, I am with my In-laws at a table. They are sharing a meal. My husband is also there. Wishing to help, I pick up a serving dish, which I think they are finished with and plunge it into dishwater. Then I see fully cooked sausages that they were hoping to eat, which I’ve ruined now. My mother-in-law is angry with me.
There’s a young man who’s in charge of a spa. I wish to go for a soak. When I go to the soaking tubs they are filthy. He’s already in the dirty water. “Can I clean this and run new water?” I ask. He says no, this is the way it is.
Now, I walk along with my in-laws, who are not speaking to me. They are off to pick beets. I leave with my husband and ask him, “should we have stayed to help?”
April 4, 2011 at 2:29 pm
Azima
In my dream, a few of us are about to embark on a journey to some unknown destination, by helicopter, piloted by my friend R. The journey feels immensely important. I try to get everything I need into one bag, but it just won’t go. So I decide that, even though we’re only supposed to bring one, I will carry a second one, very light. It’s a transparent plastic bag with just a few things in it that wouldn’t fit in the main bag. A couple of us are also carrying some garments on hangers which we will be giving away to some unknown women or cause, before we board the helicopter.
(Notes: R. served in Vietnam on helicopters. There is presently a horrible trauma affecting our community that involved a shooting death. So I feel the scourges of war and trauma here, but that we’re going to move on to a different place, with a mission. Applies globally as well, I would say!
April 4, 2011 at 4:57 pm
Sylvia
In my dream, I am already at the site of the great emergency – perhaps you are part of our care-aid team….
April 4, 2011 at 2:47 pm
Grace
I woke up around 4:00 am having dreamed two or three rich dreams but knowing that I would not remember them. They were practical, grounded dreams on themes that are important to me right now: writing, thinking, and the comfort of being alive. What I take from them/from the experience is to keep on pursuing our passions — that is how we will weather these changing times: by digging deep into the truth of who we are as individuals and bringing our soul callings to the fore.
April 4, 2011 at 2:47 pm
David
Interesting that I don’t remember my dreams of last night, as I have been having very vivid dreams of late. It was storming all night, which may have kept me from sinking in as deeply. The previous night I had a dream about a rat killing a beautiful bird in a classroom, and then feeling ashamed and trying to clean up the blood. Part of what I got from this is a realization of the ways I am afraid of happiness. Since I view each of us as mini versions of the world, I set my intention last night on gratefully releasing this fear. I awoke this morning with thoughts about a decision I needed to make about investing in a business training program. I decided to let it go and focus my energy and attention on what will bring me joy, and thus allow me to disperse more joy into the world. Happy New Moon!
April 4, 2011 at 4:16 pm
Kathleen
David — very interesting dreams (the one above as well as the 2 below). Since you later decide against being in a business classroom in your waking life, it seems *you’re* the beautiful bird & you’ve rescued yourself from that rat in a classroom. It also seems related to the “pain” issue in your following classroom dream. In the surgery dream, perhaps the woman you’re operating on is a variant of the “beautiful bird”/anima? If that were my dream, I think I’d focus on the cells in my nasal drip, seeing them as perhaps a life elixir (nose/breathing/prana/breath-of-life, etc), & then I might let it fall on the woman/anima to see what new alchemical healing might be catalyzed.
April 4, 2011 at 2:58 pm
Caroline
Hard to Move Up
I am riding my bicycle in a town I thought I knew, but the roads start to look unfamiliar. I turn right and face a hill. I shift gears but it doesn’t get any easier to pedal. Maybe the gears aren’t working? Maybe I tried to shift under too much load? I pedal and pedal but instead of moving forward I start to slip backward. I get off my bike and think I’d better find a different way.
Our Information Isn’t Valued
My boss and I are getting ready for a presentation. We look at the agenda and are criticial that other people’s presentations are too long. Oh, wait. Ours is too long, too. If my boss isn’t going to attend, maybe we can strike her part — 19 minutes on India — but she says she’ll be there late.
I go ahead to join the man who has invited us to the presentation. He is an arrogant competitor of some sort. We have to move locations and I try to call my boss with the new site. 326-8550. 329-8550. I can’t get the number right even though it should be plugged into my phone. The man leaves me alone in a small room. I hear him say from the other side of the closed door that he knew we wouldn’t have anything useful to say. I was so mad!
April 4, 2011 at 3:14 pm
David
Here are two dreams of last night.
Classroom
I’m in a classroom. The instructor shows us a paragraph of something written that has spelling mistakes. A caret symbol above a misspelled work, or a line above the misspelled word notes the mistakes. He asks us to write something and to note the mistakes we had made in a similar fashion. I do this exercise. For the next exercise, we are asked to write a paragraph about anything so long as it contains the word “pain” in it. After we finish, we are to find a partner to work with. I find myself drawing a blank not able to think of anything to write. When it comes time to find a partner, all are taken except one, who happens to be someone I know though I and am surprised to see him in this class. Since I hadn’t written anything, I shared something that I had previously written, even though the word “pain” was not in it. The teacher came over and gently chided me for doing this.
Surgery
I have a scalpel or very sharp knife that I am using to make a surgical cut from the neck down to just under the belly button of a woman patient who is lying face up on an operating table. I am being especially observant that I cut cleanly and evenly and as straight as possible. I am doing well, however, I get anxious when I fear a nasal drip forming that may fall into the open cut.
April 4, 2011 at 4:26 pm
Kathleen
A postscript to my earlier comment. I’m thinking of the line, “The nose knows.” Perhaps something about your inner “knowing” is creating anxiety? It might be worthwhile to explore when the time feels right — or not, if this doesn’t resonate.
April 4, 2011 at 4:29 pm
Taszbo
I had a marvelous dream during my nap yesterday. I awoke into my dream, aware that I was the dreamer. I entered the kitchen from the sun porch and my sweetheart was standing there. We embraced and headed out into the yard through the wall – so great how you can just pass through stuff! Outside a beautiful pink dogwood was in bloom in the woods and up on the hill behind the house a large resort was having a carnival with happy people enjoying themselves. There was a tent that looked like it was from Bilbo’s birthday party. We then headed north and decided to fly. We rose over the trees – I always love how they look when I fly over and through them – we passed over some horses who knew we were passing by; they raised their noses in acknowledgment. Then we landed and I said, “Well, I’d better get up now.” We kissed deeply and I woke up feeling so amazingly great! The funny thing was that my sweetie, unbeknownst to me, was napping simultaneously. He didn’t remember our jaunt, but was equally uplifted to hear about it.
April 4, 2011 at 4:43 pm
tamara
woke suddenly out of a dream at about 3:15 am with a bad head/neck ache.
In the dream i am living in a downtown area of a city, hanging out on the streets, and realize my puppy has disappeared. I call and call to her but can’t find her. I feel SO SAD that i had let her be off leash in the city. I just feel such regret that i was so careless and now the pup is gone.
April 4, 2011 at 4:49 pm
Sylvia
Dream: Emergency Care Aid
I’m a member of a newly formed care-aid team sent here to a foreign country due to some large scale emergency. We are to stay in a small area and need to follow a strict protocol, are being given instructions. The sense of urgency is potent, also a feeling of combined skill and efficiency of the group assembled, mixed with high anxiety. Some of us are wearing light blue scrubbies, are possibly part of a medical team. There’s a lot of heightened energy in the room, people coming and leaving. No one seems familiar to me. As I look around, am thinking that attractions will likely spring up between us, bonding quickly as we work in a close-knit group. I wonder how long before anyone gets time off, a break from this feverish activity. I’m preparing myself for the long haul.
Upon waking, I was still feeling the electricity of the dream, a sense this could be in Japan.
April 4, 2011 at 5:00 pm
Kathleen
Written 4 April 2011, 8:40am
I turned in early last night, around 2am EDT. That was after spending
time with my cats on the front porch, where it was warmer than it had
been all day. It was actually quite comfortable sitting out there, enjoying
wind and lightning/thunder strikes. My windchimes made wild music. We
got some rain but nothing like the storms south of here from Chicago
eastward.
I’d forgotten earlier in the day but by nighttime I was mindful that it
was the dark of the moon and that this dream-group was dreaming tonight for ways of healing the earth. I wasn’t expecting much from my own dreams. For several years now they’ve been more an extension of my
waking life — i.e., organizing data and images for webpages, lists,
writings, notes, emails in a fairly competent manner but without much
joy, just a low-key pleasure in getting it done, akin to writing checks
in time to pay my bills each month. I do such organizing in my waking
life all day. At night I might as well be functioning in much the same
way in some alternate universe.
So, as I say, I wasn’t expecting much. Still, numinous dreams do
emerge from time to time so I asked for guidance before turning in. I
felt uncomfortable asking for a “big” dream applicable to all. That felt
too pompous. So I narrowed it down, not to how “we” can heal the earth,
but to how I can help in my own personal way, which might or might not
be relevant to anyone else.
Having set those parameters, I fell asleep to the soothing sounds of
wind and rain. It’s the dark of the moon, I thought before drifting off.
I was born one dark of the moon some seven decades ago — it’s a
favorite time for me.
The dream came about 5 hours later — around 7am. Still in dream-state,
I kept re-playing it, rehearsing it so I’d remember. That’s an old habit
of mine — otherwise dreams can be as slippery as fish and slide out of
one’s hands.
There were two core “touchstones” in the dream: the number “40” and a
piece of bark shed from a very old tree. The piece of bark was silvery
grey, gnarled, maybe 8-10″ long and 5-6″ wide. It was rough, parts of
the bark all scrolled and curly, but larger, spiraling patterns among
the scrolls so that it seemed almost like the tree’s dream of a distant
nebula, created out of its earthly life force, mystically connecting
them both. It was very beautiful.
I once picked up such a piece of bark either in California’s Muir Woods
or at Big Sur. I don’t remember what kind of tree it comes from. Old,
craggy “Ent-like” eucalyptus trees shed bark like that too, but I don’t
think it was eucalyptus. Do Monterey Cypress trees shed like that? I’m
not sure. The silvery-grey color of this bark was an important identifier.
The number “40” wasn’t as clear. It had to do with reducing everything
to statistics and/or cost. Maybe the bark was $40/pound, or $40/inch, or
$40/minute or /hour earned by someone collecting it. It was confusing
and I rejected it as any kind of way to measure, chart, or record that
wondrous piece of bark. I was still holding the bark, running my fingers
over its textures. I couldn’t see or feel how “40” had any relevance.
What mattered to me was what it must have been like for that ancient
tree to send forth its frail, vulnerable moist cells in such patterns that they slowly hardened into the tree’s skin of woody nebulae. What must it have been like for the tree to experience such rich creativity? *That’s* what mattered.
In thinking further on the dream when I awoke, what comes through is how often I focus on pain and tragedy when I read about the countless ways earth and her creatures are being exploited, ravaged by the greedy, and then reduced to statistics and grim video footage. I “think” in pictures
and thus hold heartbreaking images in my mind of brutally slaughtered
civilians, children, soldiers, dolphins, wolves, cows, horses, birds — also of ugliness after forests are clearcut, hideous mining sites, contaminated and polluted land, air and sea. I grieve over such terrible losses, focusing on the ending of what was once so precious and alive. If only we could change time, wind it back a few minutes, a few days, a few centuries. If only we could better protect all beings. If only we could change the cold hearts of those who think only of wealth and statistics. If only, if only….
I don’t like statistics yet I nevertheless hold them, along with those
countless horrific images in the archives of my mind as, probably, most
of us do. How can we not, bombarded as we are with such images everytime we watch the news? But in all that, I now see how much I’d lost sight of the on-going miracle that still is earth, for she continues to grow
beings with the capacity for moments of deep gladness, for spinning
nebulae into their bark, their fingerprints, their dreams. Our deaths
may often be frightful but in my focusing only on those deaths, how am I
helping the healing of earth? I see that I am not. She doesn’t need
obituaries.
For me, at least, perhaps I can best offer healing to earth by letting
go of my images of senseless endings and instead tune-into, collect, and
hold out to Her those moments of gladness that each life-form experiences, even if only briefly. It doesn’t mean I’ll stop protesting
and fighting against injustice and exploitation. Nor does it mean I’ll
repress the tragic images. But I’m now going to be more careful to
“background” them when I’ve grieved enough and then to “foreground”
such healing images as that bark with its beautiful skin of woody nebulae.
April 4, 2011 at 5:53 pm
Sally Bellerose
made my intention, then slept through until morning, woke refreshed without remembering any dreams I may have had. But my shoulder, which had been keeping me awake, hadn’t bothered me all night and still feels fine today.
April 4, 2011 at 9:05 pm
Betsy Grund
Dream: I walk to visit my friends, Lisa and Mark, remembering as I go that they said they live upstairs at their new place. As I approach, I see it is a terra cotta color. I can see them upstairs on a front porch. There are several mattresses with sheets and blankets on stacked vertically against one another. there is little room for Lisa to move. Mark comes in view and she asks him to move one to a room in the house. Scene shift:
I am sitting at a table (in a restaurant?) in the upstairs of an old house with 4 others. I have a white paper cup with worms in it and am trying to eat 2 of them without chewing. I can get one in but as soon as I put the second in the first starts wriggling out. I decide just to put them all outside, so I carefully carry the cup loosely overflowing with worms to another room and toss them out a porch door. When I look down I see they have all landed on the driveway. I go out the door and climb down the side of the blue/white (like a blueberry) house, past a protective square grate covering a screen and to the ground. I look for the worms among leaves and sticks on the drive. As I become satisfied that they are all in the dirt, my daughters walk up and the older one, Lisa, says Love ya mom and swats me on the butt! EOD
April 4, 2011 at 9:56 pm
Stella
Last night I dreamt I was eating at a restaurant that served only local foods! There were huge white and chocolate cakes most of them were half eaten. There was a dolce and gabbana styled snowball (like the ones you’d get at a gas station) at the desert bar which was delicious, but seemed quite out of place. It was as if I spent days and days with the servers and owners at the restaurant. Many of us volunteered to serve other people in exchange for discounts on the gourmet meals. My friend D and an attorney who works with people in the underground food movement in SF were both among them. People had died and the local eatery hosted their wakes. At the end, there was a drink being served at the bar that was bright red like a maitai served on what appeared to be a kebab made of ice though as those melted there were glasses shaped like a messengers trumpet that were used instead.
My commitment to local food feels much deeper as a result of this dream.
April 7, 2011 at 2:02 am
Tzivia
What a magnificent result!
April 5, 2011 at 12:04 am
nancynancy
I had this dream on the night of April 2, 2011.
I found myself back in New York City, though it didn’t look like New York. Someone told me that a massive, worldwide catastrophe had taken place and only five thousand survivors were left on earth, all of them in New York City.
I found my elderly grandmother, took her to a medical clinic, and left her for a few minutes. When I returned after a few minutes someone said they had just euthanized my grandmother since there weren’t any resources to help her. I felt terrible but I understood that no one was going to survive for very long. I asked someone what I should do if I needed medicine and they told me to just go to a drug store and they would give me whatever I asked for without a prescription.
Someone told me that the few rich people who were alive were leaving the city for a place where they would live better and survive longer. I understood that I wasn’t one of them and that conditions where I was would quickly deteriorate.
April 7, 2011 at 2:01 am
Tzivia
What a rich harvest of dreams we have here! I look forward to reading through them one by one with great care … but for now it is time to sleep and dream! Thanks to all for participating this month. I have no doubt but that we’ve poured beautiful healing energy into our hearts and the heart of our world! ❤
May 4, 2011 at 5:48 pm
Michelle
Early morning April 4
The Healing Tray
A young man and I have been summoned to assist our spiritual teacher. The young man turns back annoyed to be treated as a go-fer. He want more respect and a more worthy assignment. I arrive alone at the large courtyard. It is like the courtyard of a castle made of stone pavers and a short brick wall about 3 feet high. I get the sense we are up high in the air. My teacher is doing his work. My sister comes to me in a hurry and asks where the young man is. I explain that he has decided not to help. She tells me the teacher needs magic markers. I go over to a chair in the corner of the courtyard and start collecting a hand full of thick magic markers. But my sister says he need the colored ones. I find a small package of used colored markers. They are thinner than the other markers and a little worse for wear but still working and brightly colored. The teacher instructs me to place things into a large square metal tray, about 2.5 feet square. Large but still possible to reach either side with my hands. I arrange figures like you would in a sand tray. The figures are about 3-4 inches high and stout in shape. Maybe people, maybe chipmunks. The bottom of the tray is lined with an absorbent fabric, maybe felt, light brown or tan. The teacher wants me to create the visual effect of water with the markers. But the fabric is too absorbent. Instead I pour blue ink in sweeping and swirling motions over the fabric with absorbs the dark color and turns is very light. You can faintly see the pattern of light blue waves and swirls.
May 11, 2011 at 12:20 pm
joanne
I was looking up at the sun and you asked what I was thinking about and I said
God.
*hope you don’t mind I took poetic licences as you see and made the person in the dream in to “you”!