Dream Wisdom

For all the dreams I share on this blog, I have many thousands more. Sometimes these dreams come with elaborate plots and details. Other times, someone gives me a message, or I awake with a phrase or sentence in my head. This morning I was riding the exercise bike — where I often get waking downloads — and it occurred to me to share a few of the dream quotes. In no particular order:

“In perfect love and perfect trust, perfect timing is a must.”

“Delay leads to delight.”

“Wherever you are is where you live. Right here, now, you’re living, so this is where you live even if you’re only visiting.”

While biking, I started listening to Joseph Campbell’s The Hero with a Thousand Faces. I read this book in college and also watched the Bill Moyers interview series with Joseph Campbell, based on this book. I saw that series in the first few months after my 1998 traumatic brain injury, and it helped me view my entire recovery through the lens of hero’s journey and shamanic initiation. Now I have the book on Audible, and I love how much the narration makes the stories and dreams come alive.

Back in April 2019, I had an elaborate and life changing dream. At the end of the dream I met Joseph Campbell in the Meijer Sculpture Gardens. He gave me very personal advice, but he also said one other thing, which I could not for the life of me recall. It seemed important. This morning while biking, I heard Joseph Campbell (as the Audible reader) say:

“Birth is the only cure for death.”

I almost fell off the bike when I realized this is what he told me in that pivotal April 2019 dream. As the collective faces so much change and ongoing pressure to change, these dream memos seem helpful to share. Perhaps they’ll speak to you, as well.

Storm and Tunnel Dream

This dream feels bigger than just my own. It did not feel fearful — just a portent of massive change ahead:

7/8/2021
“Storm and Tunnel”

Some of this reflects an actual thunderstorm with hail (I think) happening while we slept. I don’t know how much of this was me lying awake in bed listening to the storm and having visions — or me dreaming with the storm amplifying the dream.

I lay in bed and HUGE crashes of thunder rumbled then shook the window and walls. We have blackout curtains, so I couldn’t “see” the lightning, but in the dream I could. I lay there almost shivering like an animal under the covers.

This felt like the end of an era storm, apocalyptic. I watched epochs split and move apart. I sensed that nothing would ever be the same again. This felt solemn and inevitable, like the heavens decreed the change, and then it poured forth.

At some point I thought I was awake and had only been dreaming. I wandered out to the kitchen and opened the curtains above the sink. There was a massive tunnel from our tree line to the house, with a large, round hole in the ground about six feet in front of the evergreens. I instinctively knew a groundhog dug the tunnel and that we could do nothing to save our foundation.

The yard buckled, kind of dipped towards the tunnel and then rose up on either side like a bird in flight with the body lower than the wings. A combination of the storm and this super groundhog had done this. I called David to the window where I stood with mouth agape in awe.

We could not fight this. It was too big, above AND below. There was no remedy.

Then I was back in bed and realized I dreamed that part. It was still dark and the storm was moving on a bit — not so intense. I must have fallen asleep and dreamed the sequence again, because when I awoke with David getting out of bed, I asked if he was getting up.

He said yes, that his alarm had been going off for 20 minutes. I hadn’t stirred because in my dream the thunder remained loud. I told David there was a huge storm last night with what I thought was hail. He had heard none of it, but confirmed possible hail and thunderstorms were in the forecast.

When I eventually got up, it had clearly rained a lot, but I don’t see hail. I heard it — whether in real life or the dream, I don’t know …

Bible verse calendar: “Reliable friends who do what they say are like cool drinks in sweltering heat — refreshing.” ~ Proverbs 25:13

END of dream journal.

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A client talked with me about pocket gophers yesterday, so that might have played some part in the dream imagery, although it was much bigger than a pocket! I’ve also been listening to Rising From the Plains while I bike. Maybe some of the creation of mountains found its way into my dream imagery with the buckled yard.

That said, this felt like a significant dream, not just a rehash of the day’s stimuli.

The Next Phase and a Collective Dream

From a couple emails I sent this morning:

We have entered the next phase. Our birch tree confirms it. The top of it fell over in last night’s storm. The little wren keeps hopping around on the fallen branches, trying to make sense of it all. I have had several external markers this morning indicate a huge shift into the next phase.

I decided to share most of yesterday morning’s dream here, because — while personal — it also seemed collective, even at the time I had it.

6/17/2021
“The Cliff and Bag of Bread Epic”

This was a long, four-part dream. I recall almost nothing from the first three parts, but the last part is clear.

I was in some kind of resort, and Stuart (from Artists and Aliens) was the bartender. He was very busy, just working efficiently, but nonstop. At some point he handed me a large, square bag of bread and asked me to donate it to the delivery truck for recycling. It seemed like if the bar didn’t go through enough bread, then they could donate it to the delivery place and possibly get some sort of credit.

I don’t know the arrangement. Stuart just tasked me with donating the bread. I looked out the window and saw the truck below, turning onto a side street.

I ran fast down the hill with the bread but suddenly found I had overshot a cliff. By a lot. I looked down and realized I was nowhere near the side street and about four stories higher, looking for somewhere soft to land, but there was nothing but asphalt far below.

The cliff had rock face you could maybe climb, but I wasn’t on ropes. Everything was also a little wet and mossy, like it had recently rained. The cliff, even if I could reach it, would be slick. Even if I managed to somehow swing myself to the cliff, I would probably smash my head open. I looked down again and calculated that a normal person would die, but realized I would not.

I knew that fall would hurt. Bad. It would take years to recover, very painful years. No options seemed good, yet here I was kind of floating in suspended animation, four stories above the asphalt, holding a 3×3’ bag of bread.

The delivery truck was long gone, and I continued to scan for somewhere soft to land. I could not believe this would happen to me, that I trusted Stuart about delivering the bag of bread, and it led me to this impossible situation.

After awhile, I realized I should have hit the ground by now. I became curious how I had not fallen anymore. I just floated by the cliff in suspended animation. I kept scanning and scanning for somewhere to land, but there was nowhere. I realized I was powerless to control the situation at all.

After a very long while, I realized I was slowly moving backwards. When I turned around, I saw that the street so far below had raised in a gradual hill as I was moved backwards. I saw a fence with very pointy pickets and thought, “Oh, no, that is NOT a soft place to land. I had this miraculous recovery only to land on very sharp points?! I don’t believe it.”

Whatever force moved me did set me down on top of the fence, but so gently it didn’t hurt. There was a boxwood hedge almost as high as the fence, right next to it, and I managed to climb down quite easily. I still had the bag of bread.

I walked for what seemed like years — a very long time anyway — back to the low spot in the road and figured out how to get back to the resort at the top of the cliff. I think I walked on a road, not climbed the cliff. I only recall my arrival. I briefly debated finding the delivery truck since I had not completed my assignment, then realized I couldn’t find the delivery truck even if one still existed.

Stuart seemed slower now and maybe more of higher management, not the bartender. Tania and Courtney Geyer were there. Courtney asked if I wanted her to complete a painting we talked about a long time ago. I realized I was ready now and said, “Yes, that would be perfect.”

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There was an earlier part of running a t-shirt through a color photocopier, along with a check, like a bank check. All the sides of everything managed to print at once, and this t-shirt was colorful in its designs. That’s from one of the earlier parts I don’t recall, but it had something to do with the recent event of my running off the cliff and then floating to safety, then journeying back.

I was a new person when I returned from the journey. Not everyone understood that, but it was true. This dream felt epic in scope and also like it tracked with COVID lockdown and disruption of normal life — like we are getting towards the end — not there yet but pretty close. Nothing will be the same [and some people will be angry. That’s their issue; nothing can be done about it.]

Bible flip calendar today: “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they are good for us — they help us learn to be patient. And patience develops strength of character in us and helps us trust God more each time we use it until finally our hope and faith are strong and steady.” ~ Romans 5:3-4

END of dream journal.

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I’m just posting the photo and dream here in case either speaks to anyone on a personal or collective level. I omitted some of the more personal parts of the dream, as well as my interpretation. Just sharing because when I awoke yesterday, I thought, “This is also a collective dream.” As so often happens with me, parts of the dream then appeared in waking life later that day.

It feels like lots of tiny gears all moving together like clockwork. This, in turn, reminds me of two dreams I posted on 2/06/2020, before COVID lockdowns began:

Synchronously, before listening to this, two dreams this morning featured “Time” as a topic, including a wall of dozens of circular clocks, all synchronized, all being kept warm by a “hot plate wall” behind them. The message was one I keep getting, “high vibe and filled with life force energy,” a theme that keeps showing up in dreams about death, mud or dusty wreaths filled with seeds. This particular dream implied that we could “eat Time” and that this time banquet was being prepared and kept warm by amazing cosmic time chefs who knew exactly when and how to serve the right moments as a feast.

In the prior dream, I was in a clothing store, second story, somewhere in Idaho. The female clerk told me that in order to find what I wanted, I needed to cross the street. I went downstairs and began to cross the street, which turned into an intimidatingly wide street.

I crossed at a crosswalk, but the light went through several cycles as I made my way across the street. I was wearing high heeled, intricately carved wooden shoes, which I realized I could not continue to walk in. I took them off, and my bare feet couldn’t continue walking on this road, either. I was already in the middle of the road with cars on both sides. I dropped to my knees, kneeling, and “walking” on my knees across the street.

I worried that no one could see me so low to the ground, that I would get run over. Then I realized that none of the drivers of the cars seemed to notice the lights had changed. Time had either slowed down or stopped for them while I made my way — safely — across the street. When I arrived at the other store, traffic resumed. The store had exactly what I wanted, even though I didn’t know I was looking for it. I left wearing the new clothes.

Wishing everyone peace and love as we undergo another collective shift.

Happy Earth Day!

In honor of Earth Day, this post somehow wants to go up again. I’ve already reblogged it, so I’ll just include the link here.

“The Sunflower Saga, Synchronicity and the NAPC” is a long, involved, twisty-turny post I shared in August 2014, yet somehow it seems especially relevant today. It speaks of people being detained for respiratory issues, Minneapolis, intuition, precognitive dreams, synchronicity and protecting the Earth.

The more I revisit periods of high strangeness, the more I find they ripple throughout time. In the post, My Very Own Technicolor Dreamcoat, I mentioned feeling led to get a Bible verse flip calendar:

[S]ometime in 2020, dreams and synchronicities led me to order a little calendar that features a Bible verse a day. I keep this on the coffee table where I record my dreams into my dream journal and later type them into my laptop. It doesn’t always happen — but it often does — where flipping to that morning’s Bible verse either confirms my dream interpretation or provides additional context about a less clear dream. I use it as a synchronous, Biblical “gloss” for deeper dream analysis, and it works uncannily well.

This morning, I awoke from two dreams (or one complex dream) that seemed to include messages of patience and the idea that “delay leads to delight.” Some details in the dream were very personal, while others seemed to mark this as a collective message, too. When I recorded the dream(s), I glanced at the Bible verse flip calendar for today:

“I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten … And you will praise the name of the Lord your God, who has worked wonders for you.” ~Joel 2:25-26

On this Earth Day, as many empaths, animal lovers and children of our Great Mother Earth wonder what can we do? How can I help? , I share 2014’s The Sunflower Saga, Synchronicity and the NAPC, because some things are easier to explain by way of Story.

Wishing everyone a blessed Earth Day!

My Very Own Technicolor Dreamcoat

Today features another roundabout blend of dreams into 3D-ality. This dream seems so symbolic on so many levels that I knew I would eventually share it. I did not expect to have it amped up by the Cosmic Costume Designer. Someone likes to get my attention by tickling my funny bone. The story begins back in August 2020 when I had the following dreams:

8/9/2020
“My Technicolor Dreamcoat”

In and out of sleep all night. Kept dreaming of large gatherings, parties, and I would receive an index card or a regular greeting card. Whenever I turned over or opened a card, Uranus would pop out. There would be a glyph of Uranus or an image. Message was big change on the way. _____ was also in the dream. She, too, was “relocating” and needing to sort through her life. Something about wallpaper selection.

Look up wallpaper in dreams since it was also in the owl/raccoon/shaman dream where the evergreens were down.

End of dream, I was sorting through my closet, wanting to give away clothes. I found a rainbow colored very long coat that I did not remember buying or wearing. I wanted to give it away but then realized it was REALLY valuable. It was my own version of Joseph and the Coat of Many Colors. Seems to be telling me my dreams are valuable. Do not discard the messages or the messenger.

Bible verse flip calendar: August 9: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” ~ Isaiah 43:1-2

8/9/2020
(Later)
“It’s Time”

Fell back into quasi sleep with alarm set for an hour. Put Merlinite on solar plexus and asked for guidance. Dream state reviewed past day’s dreams and concluded, “It’s time.” Right at that moment the alarm went off.

END of dream journal.

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Some Biblical Context:

For anyone wondering about the Bible verse flip calendar reference: sometime in 2020, dreams and synchronicities led me to order a little calendar that features a Bible verse a day. I keep this on the coffee table where I record my dreams into my dream journal and later type them into my laptop. It doesn’t always happen — but it often does — where flipping to that morning’s Bible verse either confirms my dream interpretation or provides additional context about a less clear dream. I use it as a synchronous, Biblical “gloss” for deeper dream analysis, and it works uncannily well.

Joseph and the Coat of Many Colors refers to a story I learned as a little girl in Sunday School. Others know this story from a Broadway Musical called “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.” Many of the Bible prophets dream, but Joseph is arguably the biggest dreamer in the Bible. I hadn’t thought of Joseph in a long time, but when I was little, whenever some of my dreams came true, my mom called me “Joseph” or she’d say, “Laura needs her coat of many colors.”

According to https://biblestudytools.com:

The Bible Story of Joseph, from the Book of Genesis, is one of heroic redemption and forgiveness. Joseph was the most loved son of his father, Israel [aka Jacob], given the famous robe of many colors. When Joseph reported having dreams of his brothers, and even the stars and moon, bowing before him, their jealousy of Joseph grew into action.  The brothers sold him into slavery to a traveling caravan of Ishmaelites who took him to Egypt and sold him to Potiphar, the captain of Pharaoh’s guard.

In Egypt, the Lord’s presence with Joseph enables him to find favor with Potiphar and the keeper of the prison.  With God’s help, Joseph interprets the dreams of two prisoners, predicting that one of them will be reinstated but the other put to death.  Joseph then interprets the dreams of the Pharaoh, which anticipate seven years of plenty followed by seven years of famine. Pharaoh recognizes Joseph’s God-given ability and prompts his promotion to the chief administrator of Egypt.

Shortage of food in Canaan forces Jacob to send his sons to buy grains from the Egyptians.  Benjamin, Joseph’s younger brother remains at home as Jacob fears losing him, as he did Joseph.  When Joseph finally encounters his brothers again, he deliberately conceals his identity. (More here, including the original Genesis 37.)

From a position of great power, Joseph faces his brothers again, the ones who sold him into slavery. As his dreams indicated, they now bow to him, needing his help, but not realizing who he is. He tests their character and eventually saves them from famine. He forgives them for selling him into slavery, acknowledging this experience as part of his life path.

“The life of Joseph gives a testament of the sovereignty and grace of God for those who live faithfully and righteously. Despite being sold into slavery by his brothers, Joseph remained faithful and trusted in God to deliver him from tribulation. Additionally, this story shows how God’s plan may not be obvious to our limited perspective but indeed ‘all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.'” (More here.)

In my dream, I saw the multicolored robe in my closet. It looked kind of ugly yet beautiful, funky and mysterious. I couldn’t recall buying it, and I almost tossed it into the donation pile. Recognizing it in the dream as my very own technicolor dreamcoat jolted me into an awareness of the value of these dreams, even the ones I don’t like. The appearance of a dreamcoat within a dream seemed like a powerful symbol just on its own. Like a megaphone yelling, “Attention: you have prophetic dreams. Pay attention! They contain valuable messages and insights.”

Now this post starts jumping around in non-linear dream fashion.

Birthday and Pholus context:

My sweet Faery Twin Tania Marie and my “Soul Bro” Mitch share the same February 26th birthday. This date happens to coincide with the Sun conjuncting my natal Pholus (small thing, BIG EFFECT). I have a very active Pholus in my natal chart, because it conjuncts my Mars and exactly sextiles my North Node. My small thing, BIG EFFECT trigger links directly to destiny level events and friendships.

On February 26, 2020, I had an emotionally brutal dream that took me a week to recover from. I remember the date because it happened to be Tania and Mitch’s birthday. The dream wasn’t a nightmare. It contained a detailed “suggestion” of how to handle — and a devastating “demonstration” of how NOT to handle — a coming challenge.

Many elements of that dream appeared in “real” life the following day and week, including that a client of mine shared a dream with overlapping details. This is one of several overlapping dreams we’ve shared in similar time frames, and whenever that occurs, I pay extra attention to the dream. I was already paying close attention due to the emotional intensity and vivid imagery, but seeing a literal billboard two days later with a verbatim key message of the dream, followed by having a client reiterate other dream symbols, marked this as a dream I needed to address.

I’ve spent a year plus of additional dreams, synchronicities and actions tending to the messages of that February 26, 2020 dream. Many, many, so many more dreams have since played out in “real” life.

Fast forward a year later to February 26, 2021, the Eve of the Full Moon in Virgo. This Full Moon occurred opposite my Pholus and Mars. In other words, the Sun highlighted my natal planet of action (Mars) and my Pholus (small thing, BIG EFFECT) as the Moon opposed them. In my write up about this Full Moon, I described a potent Yod (aka Finger of God) pointing to the Full Moon, with Saturn and Chiron as the base. I shared:

This setup suggests a powerful opportunity for healing, leadership, and mentoring. Chiron was not only a wounded healer; he raised Asclepius — the god of medicine — and taught him how to heal. Virgo is a sign of service, symbolized by the vestal virgin “keepers of the flame.” Chiron in Aries sextile Saturn in Aquarius focuses this devotion and healing around the rightful place of individuals within the larger community. This Full Moon highlights what we independently need for personal healing, in tension with changes to traditions and structures that support the greater good. …

The Sun at 8°57′ Pisces offers a release point. Pisces evokes the bigger picture and a dissolution of ego. As much as we wrestle with the big questions, sometimes we need to ‘let go and let God.’ When in doubt, say a prayer and sleep on it!

The release point of the Full Moon Yod landed right between my natal Mars and Pholus — a potent activation.

That morning (February 26, 2021), I awoke with no dream recall, but instead, instructions to look up two dreams from January 2020. Searching for these dreams proved a jaw-dropping exercise, as I read through those and the surrounding dreams. I couldn’t believe how many seemingly random details of those dreams ended up playing out in precise ways, months, even more than a year later. Reading these dreams sparked a series of 12:34 synchronicities, including the alarm on our air fryer going off right at the moment I finished re-reading a 1234-dream-related email from January 2020.

Ding!

This happens more than you might think, where an alarm goes off right at a key moment, often related to dreams. (It even occurred on August 9, 2020, as described above.) On February 26, 2021, this caught my attention in a triple whammy way because of the double 12:34 plus alarm synchronicity, which followed an avalanche of confirmed precognitive dreams. The day continued in a magical way, and towards evening, something whispered, “Go on the Anthropologie website and check out their sales page. Right now.”

I went to the other room, got on my laptop and looked up the site. The first thing I saw on the “Freshly Cut” sales page was an exact replica of the dreamcoat I found in my dream closet! I mean exact.

“Open the link. Check it out.”

I looked at the “Pilcro Dreamer Striped Duster” and marveled at how it looked exactly like the mysterious technicolor dreamcoat I found in my August 9, 2020 dream. In case I had any doubts, “Dreamer” in the title confirmed the allusion. I hadn’t thought of that thing in months, but there it was! As in my dream, at first, I thought “Hmmmm, not sure how often I’d wear this.” It also seemed expensive, as items on Anthropologie often are. It was marked way down, but still more than I would pay for it.

“Put it in your cart. Go ahead. Just put it in your cart.”

That little nagging seemed insistent, so I added the Pilcro Dreamer Striped Duster to my cart. Then I did a double-take. The price dropped by another 25%.

Right then several people emailed me about the Full Moon, which reminded me of my Mars/Pholus activation. I emailed and texted a few people, including two I had told about the original dream:

Do you remember awhile back I had a dream about having a “technicolor dreamcoat” ? … Anyway, I had the dream about this distinctive technicolor dreamcoat, which is what Joseph — the dreamer who interpreted Pharaoh’s dreams — wore in the Bible. …

Several linked things led me to this site tonight that is normally crazy expensive, but sometimes I catch good sales. I landed on the exact coat from my dream! It was already marked down but ended up being even less than marked because they’re taking an additional 25% off sale items tonight. So! I bought myself the technicolor dreamcoat of my actual dream.

It’s ugly/cool/beautiful in a very boho way … but mostly, I had to get it because it’s so distinctive and EXACTLY like the coat I found in my closet in my dream. Of all the people I know … I should have one. My mom used to joke about this with me when I was little. To see this exact, very unusual thing available and on sale, after all the wild sync’s earlier today is … wow.

Also, today’s Bible verse flip calendar is:

“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything; tell God your needs, and don’t forget to thank him for his answers.” ~ Philippians 4:6

Um, thank you for the answers! Happy Full Moon!

At the time of the August 9 dream, I recognized this as a sign — “Wow, I have a technicolor dreamcoat in my dreams; that’s a message that I have prophetic dreams.” But to have it confirmed and appear, at half price, on the Full Moon whose release point is right between my Pholus and Mars … a coat of many colors, symbolic of the biggest prophetic dreamer of the Bible…

It’s beyond the beyond. I am SOOOOO grateful for the difference a year has made. So grateful for all of this, including the overall message of the Joseph story: “all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.“

I wrote the Precognitive Blues Series to share some of the blessings and challenges of precognition, including dreams that often come true. I continue to receive some challenging messages through my dreams, but I feel so much better prepared for whatever and whenever the bigger dream themes collide with reality. I’ve also seen SUCH amazing blessings in dreams, and many of those have already occurred. The dreamcoat’s appearance seems to say the rest will, too.

I feel so much gratitude for my Dream Guys and for that Cosmic Costume Designer with a great sense of humor. If I were a Marvel character, dreaming would be my superpower and this would be my outfit:

Blessed Be … and be the blessing! Much love to all ….

Yantra, Cindy Lou and Metamorphosis Dream

I’m posting two dreams, because they seem like what I call Big Dreams — not just personal messages. I’ve spent the morning looking for and inquiring about the symbol that appeared, and no one knows what it is. David says he feels like he’s seen it somewhere before, but it’s not any of the more usual yantras.

1/16/2021
“Yantra, Cindy Lou, and Metamorphosis”

Awoke in the middle of the night with a sudden, shocking realization that something had just been done under cover of night. It seemed like a big, consequential thing for the US, but I don’t know what it was. It felt shocking, unbelievable — not good or bad, per se, but an event that triggers the rest of history.

No idea what time it was. I was on the BioMat but awoke quite suddenly with this shocked knowing. When I got up later it was almost 4 a.m., but it might have been 2:30 or so when I had the realization. I fell back asleep for awhile.

(Later)

I dreamt of a distinctive symbol, a kind of square (diamond) mandala:

It was vivid and dramatic, floating in the sky. It was a square diamond (point as the base and top) with three additional square diamonds inside it as the center (so a total of four concentric square diamonds as the center). Then four more of these exact same concentric diamonds intertwined in each of the corners.]

This symbol was brown and white, I think, very large, floating in the sky. It kept appearing as a large sign.

Then I was in a town home, and the next-door neighbors had a little girl who looked like Cindy Lou Who from the Grinch Who Stole Christmas. She kept crawling over to our town home and giving me little things, presumably from her mom, but after awhile I thought maybe not. Maybe just from herself. She was too young to talk except in little gurgles and Whoville sounds, but I could communicate with her telepathically.

She came over because she was an old soul in this little baby/toddler body and I was the only one she could have a real conversation with. Everyone else talked baby talk to her. Even though that’s all she could talk with her mouth, she could fully converse telepathically. Kind of reminded me of Iris, but it wasn’t Iris.

I was doing an email session for ___. It was a 25-minute session of an hour or 35 minutes. There was some ongoing mix-up of 25 or 35. I would need to do the balance but I couldn’t figure out what that was. At one point, ____ was in the townhome with me, on the upper floor, which had a balcony to see below. Cindy Lou Who child crawled in and I was telling _____ how adorable she was: “Just look and listen. Oh, my goodness, she’s so adorable, but also smart.”

Something about selecting off-white silk long underwear among three styles, which Cindy Lou Who brought over. I ended up going for the luxury one because the others just weren’t right. I tried to convince myself otherwise, but it needed to be the best one.

Then I was with someone and unsure of gender of me or the other person. We were getting ready to fly and there was an opportunity for consummation above this town home courtyard. I was unsure about this so the person suggested we fly over a park.

I checked my skin status. I was like a small sweet potato with a crispy skin from roasting, but when I peeled that away a bit I could see and feel a new, fresh, moist sweet potato skin beneath.

I agreed to fly over the park and said maybe we’ll even consummate there, because I feel ready now, just not here. The other person was also a sweet potato and agreed. Somehow, bigger wings would grow from this crispy old skin.

END of dream journal.

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I edited out the name of the client for privacy, but in Japanese her name means “pure,” “flower,” “lotus, or water lily.” That seems significant.

Cindy Lou Who is the tiny child who catches the Grinch in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas:

In the original book and the animated adaptation, Cindy Lou Who gets out of bed to go get a drink of water when she finds the Grinch, disguised as Santa Claus, stuffing her family’s christmas tree up the chimney.

Mistaking him for Santa, she innocently asks him why he’s taking the tree. The Grinch, sensing innocence in the young girl, covers up his theft by fibbing to her, saying that there is a broken light on the tree and that he was taking it to his workshop to fix the problem and then return it on Christmas Day when she wakes up.

Then, the Grinch gets her drink and sends her back to bed, showing the only legitimate kindness that he has in his tiny heart.

Notably, though this is her only real scene in the original book, Cindy Lou gets a bit more screen time in the animated adaptation such as in the opening songs and at the end as the Grinch celebrates with the Whos. (You can find more Cindy Lou Who trivia at https://hero.fandom.com/wiki/Cindy_Lou_Who .

To me, the end of the dream felt like the alchemical idea of “coniunctio.”

Jung borrowed the term coniunctio from the medieval alchemists, because he believed they were picturing the same individuation process Jung was outlining in his work. Jung understood that the alchemists literalized and externalized the inner opus, which he took to be a spiritual and psychological reality.

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The mystery of the coniunctio is that it is the joining of two into one, a holy marriage. According to Jung, “The coniunctio is an a priori image that occupies a prominent place in the history of man’s mental development. If we trace this idea back we find it has two sources in alchemy, one Christian, the other pagan. The Christian source is unmistakably the doctrine of Christ and the Church, sponsus and sponsa, where Christ takes the role of Sol and the Church that of Luna. The pagan source is on the one hand the hieros-gamos, on the other the marital union of the mystic with God. “The Psychology of the Transference,” (Jung, CW 16, pa. 355.)

We see then, that the coniunctio is not a physical union but rather a mental, internal state of being, a union of opposites, and in particular, the union of the conscious and unconscious. Jung described “a gradual transformation of the archetype into a psychological process which, in theory, we can call a combination of conscious and unconscious processes. (Carl Jung, CW 9i, para. 295, emphasis added)

Both Jung and the alchemists used images of the hermaphrodite to illustrate the coniunctio.

A passage from the Gospel of Thomas in the Nag Hammadi Library reads:

Jesus said to them, “When you make the two one, and when you make the inside like the outside and the outside like the inside, and the above like the below, and when you make the male and the female one and the same, so that the male not be male nor the female female.” Further discussion at https://www.kayegersch.com/the-coniunctio.

The other person and I weren’t human. We were like winged sweet potatoes! Our crispy skin peeling away became translucent wings. According to http://DreamAboutMeaning.com:

Dream about seeing sweet potatoes is a symbol for faith, hope and charity. You put forth a tough image, but are sensitive on the inside. You are feeling restricted in some area of your life. Your dream signals power, strength, virility and masculine attitudes. You are withdrawn.

Seeing sweet potatoes [in a] dream signals your desire for love and happiness over wealth and fortune. It is the core to some idea or piece of knowledge. You are hoarding something. This expresses warmth and your need for a better sense of security. There is a force that is drawing you toward a certain direction, thinking or habit. More here.

I can see personal implications of these dreams, but they do feel broader than just me. I would love someone to point me in the direction of the yantra. It was SO vivid in the dream! I know Jung considered the number four a sign of completion and a marker of the Self. This symbol emphasized several layers of four’s:

four-sided diamond/square

four concentric diamonds inside the diamond

four diamonds made of four concentric diamonds surrounding the center concentric diamond

It reminds me of the Four Elements and the “quintessence,” an idea I also explored in my 2009 novel, Schizandra and the Gates of Mu. I’ve not thought of that idea in recent times, though. The numbers four, five, 20 (4 x 5), 25 and 35 all seem emphasized in the dream, as well as two becoming one.

I have no idea what the shocking, monumental event was in the dark of night. It felt like a “move and countermove” scenario — like one movement now necessitated this next step. I just don’t know what the step was. The appearance of Cindy Lou Who in the later dream might indicate that something selfish, terrible and shocking was caught and shifted into a heart-softening for the greater good. I don’t know! I decided to share the dreams in case anyone knows what that symbol is, or if you have other ideas about the dream(s).

These arrived in context of ongoing dreams of four’s, alchemy, shedding skin and transformation. To me, the dreams feel positive, empowering and reassuring.

Alternate Realities Dream

I had the following dream the morning of January 8. I’ve edited it slightly for posting, along with commentary I wrote after recording the dream. I’m sharing here because this morning’s dream also indicated the option of alternate realities. Much is vying for our attention right now. Choose wisely. Some options are fertile, magical and majestic.

Also, this dream write-up references a new portal door. I have the “door” and much of the design but haven’t started painting yet. Soon. 🙂

1/8/2021
“Tree in the Garage”

I was on the outside of a sidewalk that led to a porch, with a detached garage to the right (as I looked out from sitting on the porch). This was kind of a run down area, and there was a woman sitting on the sidewalk next to me, plus a couple other women who came and went throughout the dream. There was a small cage to the left, and inside the cage some run down plant pots with dead plants.

We were cleaning the area up and possibly were going to replant the garden, which was just these run down pots on the sidewalk. At some point, I noticed how grubby the sidewalks were, and the woman and one other woman started mopping them with bleach. This relieved me that they would get clean and I didn’t need to do it, but I worried about the bleach so close to a would be garden.

There was a tree that had grown inside the garage and then busted out the side window. It seemed dead, and I kept looking in the window, trying to figure this out. The garage had a dirt floor and a bunch of dead leaves in the middle of it where there used to be cement. The tree’s roots had busted up the cement. I was trying to figure out how a tree had grown inside the garage — for so long, too. Its trunk was about 3 1/2 feet wide at least.

It was hollowed out at the bottom, and at one point I said, “Wait! Is that?! Oh, never mind.”

I thought I saw an animal living in the hollowed out trunk, but it was two apples, upside down, with very thick wooden stems sticking out like legs. The wood was kind of like acorn tops, but if the acorns were the size of apples. I realized this was even stranger.

Then I looked more at the busted out window and tried to tell if the tree was really dead, or if it just didn’t have leaves yet. I never got that answer, and I wondered how and why someone let it grow in the garage for so long. How had it gotten there in the first place, and why did no one notice it until it was like a massive oak tree that somehow grew apples from its base?

There was another part about a very large purple-blue door that floated. I was very excited about something behind this door. It had wooden slats so maybe connected with my new Star Card Portal (Star Portal), but it was just a floating door. This had something to do with my old childhood home on Forrest Ave. I was talking with my mom in that house, going through a closet (I think) and saying I needed to trade in old clothes. I’m a little fuzzy on this part but I remember talking with my mom in the main living room with all its big windows. She was her age from when we lived in that house — which is now younger than me, but she was still my mom even though I was my age now.

I was really excited about whatever was behind the door. It would give me a lot of opportunities. … I told my mom specific, detailed concerns. …

All this time I was talking with my mom about limitations, I was aware of the floating purple-blue door, and that somehow this door, when it opened, would shift everything. That I was looking at the caged, dumpy pots when there was this impossibly large oak tree that had grown in the dark in a garage and busted through the window and kept growing. I realized the oak did have leaves, and it was alive.

END of dream journal.

…

I recognized a personal message for me in the dream, but it also feels like there’s a bigger collective meaning to this.

The oak tree growing in the dark and busting through the garage seems like the US Pluto Return, which we’re already in but it will get more and more exact over the next couple years. Pluto has the destructive force — the busted cement and window — and yet it’s a huge life force. The oak tree was much stronger and more natural than the manmade garage. Much more impressive than these little pots filled with dead plants, all caged on the dirty sidewalk. The oak tree didn’t look alive, but oak trees get their leaves later than most other trees.

I just realized that the oak tree in my dream was giving birth. That’s what it looked like — two legs coming out of the hollow bottom.

December 29 Full Moon in Cancer

I need to finish the January 2021 Forecast and North Node Horoscopes, so I’m just re-sharing what I wrote about this Full Moon as part of the December 2020 Forecast. This Full Moon occurs right on my South Node, with the Sun on my North Node, so it’s hitting me in very personal ways. I had a powerful (and weird!) dream this morning, which I’ll share, too, as the symbols seem collective, not just personal.

Here’s what I shared in late November:

December 2020 echoes January 2020 because on Winter Solstice — the longest night of the year in the Northern Hemisphere, and the day the Sun moves into Capricorn — Jupiter and Saturn come together at 0 degrees Aquarius. Then, a little over a week later on the 29th, we have a rare second Full Moon in Cancer this year. In layman’s terms, this is like a Blue Moon on steroids.

Without getting too technical, the Jupiter-Saturn Conjunction on December 21 ushers in a new Age of Air after a 200-year Age of Earth. We’re talking about a seismic energy shift for the collective. This second Full Moon in Cancer occurs with very precise links to the collective North Node destiny point and Jupiter’s positions during the first Full Moon in Cancer. You can think of this as the dramatic bold print and highlighter of emotions. Feelings that flickered through and were repressed (eclipsed) during the January 10 Full Moon Lunar Eclipse will be undeniable on and after December 29.

History will continue unpacking 2020 for a long time to come — especially the ways it affected our personal, private, home lives vs. authority, leaders and traditional structures.

And here’s this morning’s dream, as recorded in my dream journal and then typed up with more insights:

12/29/2020
“Birth, Shoes, Deletion, Alien”

“Staring at the barrel of a gun.” “Marjorie Taylor Green.” The gun had a four-inch barrel filled with light. It was actually a birth canal, and birth was imminent.

Needed to go to the store and tried to pack up three pairs of shoes in my square shaped purse so I would have them in case I needed them at the store. One pair was sandals, just like a gold thong attached to a flat sole. The others were little house sneakers — one pair black, the other striped like a rainbow. I had never worn either pair outside the house before. I wasn’t sure why I needed to pack three pairs of shoes in order to go to the store, but I felt I did.

When I got to the store, I was on a large computer and monitor. I accidentally, permanently deleted what I thought were essential files to run the computer. I was worried about this. They were in a pink box at the bottom of the screen, and I deleted these files twice — once in trash and then permanently. I didn’t think the computer could run without them and searched for someone who could get them back. But when they checked, everything was working fine without these files. I thought a video application wasn’t working, but there was a different way to access it.

Then I was observing a “small Asian woman lying on her stomach.” She had an ice pack on her left shoulder and she was naked. Someone removed the ice pack and said she had been stung by a bee. She rolled over, back facing me, and it was her right shoulder that had the “sting.” It was hugely swollen and discolored like a bruise.

I looked closer, and this was not a bee sting. Also the body wasn’t human. It was humanoid but the skin tone was wrong. The style of bruising also not normal human ways of bruising. I realized when I woke up that it was some kind of ET, maybe a Grey alien that they tried to pass off as an Asian woman. There was no butt crack and no genitalia. It looked like an alien in a lab. Unclear why they were icing the left shoulder rather than the right shoulder because the right was the swollen one — shoulder blades lump. Maybe the left went down in size and the damage moved to the right. Not sure.

Look up name meaning for “Marjorie Taylor Green.” I think this is also a politician, but seems like dream meaning because it was describing what was being birthed from the light “gun,” which was really a birth canal. Birth imminent.

If the shoe fits? Three different pairs of shoes in a square purse, plus presumably shoes I was wearing. Four pairs.

Permanently deleted files did not damage computer operation.

Alien body. Not sure why that showed up.

…

Bible flip calendar verse this morning: “Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift.” 2 Corinthians 9:15

Marjorie = Scottish name meaning “pearl”

Taylor = “cutter of the cloth; alterer of garments”

Green = the color green

I just looked up the politician, and last name is spelled Greene. In the dream, it was just a voiceover about the birth canal. I looked up Bible verses about “tailor,” and this came up:

“No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment; otherwise the patch pulls away from it, the new from the old, and a worse tear results.” Mark 2:21 (it’s also in Matthew 9:16).

There are other verses about sewing but given the imminent birth and permanent deletion details, this verse feels relevant. I’m reminded of Jung’s fascination with the number four — that it symbolizes completion. Any dream with four in it suggests integration of the Self, so a dream with a square purse and four pairs of shoes seems relevant. Also gold, black and rainbow shoes in the purse feel like very symbolic details. I don’t know what color shoes I had on, but I wasn’t barefoot in the dream.

The alien’s skin was kind of translucent, and the bruising was yellow and dark blue. The blue parts looked a little like lightning bolts happening in a slightly yellow sky. You could see blood vessels through the skin, but they weren’t like normal human blood vessel patterns. The alien had a short black haired bob, which might have been a wig. I only saw the back from the left side and then a full back view when the alien rolled on her side. The right shoulder looked gruesome, but there was no sense of urgency in the dream.

I keep thinking of a poem I found last night, but I don’t feel like getting off the BioMat to get it from the file cabinet. It’s about a pearl in the bottom of the sea. I think I might have included the poem in Schizandra, too. Ugh … getting it now:

THE JOURNEY

In the bottom of the bottom of the sea,
There lies an opening. I dove into
That narrow grave and found a cave of
Bubbling light.

Within the cave an oyster shell, within
The shell a pearl — the pearl too big to take
Away, and yet too beautiful by far
To leave behind.

And so, I dove inside of it — myself
Then not-myself: ten trillion particles
Of smiling sand beneath uneasy sea.
We wait here knowingly — a womblike gleam
Beyond our pearl.

…

Happy Full Moon in Cancer!

More Office Activations

I shared some recent threshold activations, but magical synchronicities continue to highlight my office after key dreams and visions.

Short excerpt from my 11/22/2020 dream journal:

A dead, stuffed lynx came to life and approached me at the table. I was ecstatic about this lynx. It completely delighted and enchanted me. I was petting it, rubbing its belly like a dog, then petting it more. … The more I pet and rubbed the lynx, the more it came alive. At first it was kind of stiff because it was dead and stuffed, but it was becoming more and more lynx-like. Flexible, strong, magical.

The lynx was part of a longer dream involving major soul contract work. “There was a waiting period, but I didn’t care about that because I was having so much fun with this lynx.” Its presence thrilled me so much that the dream lifted me all day. The following morning, I walked into my office to see this spontaneous highlight:

Laura Daligan’s Goddess Freya with two lynxes

This painting by Laura Daligan sits behind my desk and some ivy. I bought it years ago and hadn’t given it a close look in months. Traditionally, the Goddess Freya has two blue cats, as I depicted her in my Freya and Frigga portal door. Laura Daligan opted for two lynxes, but I had totally forgotten that. To walk into my office first thing in the morning and see the lynxes highlighted the day after my lynx dream was … wow … another synchronous whammy. I have never seen this painting highlighted before or since.

My favorite Animal Spirits website is back online, so I looked up lynx:

Lynx’s Wisdom Includes:

• Keenness of sight
• Divination
• Developing psychic senses
• Keeper of all secrets and mysteries
• Movement through time and space

These are realms I embrace, so I took the lynx dream and synchronous highlight as confirmation of the soul contract work initiated in the dream.

Yesterday afternoon, I happened to catch this crystal activation right after my lunch break:

 

These are untouched photos. I really could see with my naked eyes the light looking like angel wings in the bottom photo.

As with the Freya-lynx highlight and the Hermit Portal Activation, this crystal activation occurred after a powerful dream about a formalized agreement. In the dream, I held up my right hand and said, “I do solemnly swear I will not worry about this anymore.”

After recording the dream, I did morning yoga, and as I lay in Savasana, I heard in my head: “The Lord will perfect that which concerns me.” Thinking this was a Bible verse, I looked it up when I got off the mat:

The Lord will perfect that which concerns me;
Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands.

~Psalm 108:8

Seeing those glowing crystal angel wings after my dream ceremony and yoga message seemed to say, “Yes, confirmed. Despite outward appearances in this crazy world, all is well. Trust.”

Everything reveals itself as perfectly aligned when we pay less attention to time, and more attention to timing. I’ll leave you with a little jingle that came to me years ago in a dream, still one of my favorites: “In perfect love and perfect trust, perfect timing is a must.”

Love and blessings!

Scenes from Sunday and Signs of a New Earth

I haven’t mentioned them in awhile, but my longstanding “life in death” dreams continue, with lots of waking life bleedthrough. I described some of these dreams in the Precognitive Blues series, and also mentioned them in a post called “Ringing in a New Decade and a New Earth,” alluding to my powerful experience in The Womb exhibit at Meijer Sculpture Gardens, which began a spontaneous ritual initiation for me on the Eve of Winter Solstice 2019.

On Sunday, David and I went to Lake Michigan for our fourth time out of the past five weekends — a welcome recharge of walking along the edge of and in the water, as well as sitting on an eroding sand dune of eerily upturned trees. The exposed roots form a kind of Otherworldly forest of open tunnels and hilly sand passages to get there. We like this area, because it’s quiet and somewhat secluded, with shade for fair skinned me. Here was our view to the left this past Sunday:

On the way there, we stopped at Geoscape Rock Shop in Paw Paw, MI. David had seen a sign for it while out there for work one day. The outside of the shop features huge chunks of unusual landscaping rocks like sodalite, lepidolite, Mookaite (aka Australian jasper), lavender rose quartz, and more standard selections. Inside, they offered a large and varied collection of unusual items, including the Zebra Onyx Crystal Skull, pictured below.

This jumped out at me because of the zebra and owl dream I described in the post Owls, Dragons and Zebra Elephants: when dreams spill into “real” life. To the right of these skulls, was a statue of two owls, which again echoed the two owls I was drawing at the end of that same dream: