Posts Tagged ‘Lucid Dreaming’

When Dreams “Bleed” Through

I had one of the stranger experiences of my life this morning, and that’s saying something, given my unusual life!

David’s alarm went off at 4:45 as usual, and, since we had both gone to bed early and slept through the night, I felt fully rested, too. After he got out of bed, I stretched my back a bit and fully expected to join him in the kitchen a few minutes later. The next thing I knew, I was in the middle of a lucid dream, wandering around my garden in the middle of snowy January.

At first, everything seemed similar enough to “reality” that my dream self thought I was still awake and just thinking about my garden. But then I looked more closely and noticed some unusual things. For one, we had enormous — and I mean larger than I’ve ever seen — lusciously ripe red bell peppers thriving under the snow. One looked like it had a slug on it, but when I moved to brush it off, I discovered it was actually two huge earthworms, because the soil and the garden were both teaming with fertility. Again, in the middle of snowy January.

We had spring blossoms, summer fruits and fall harvest all happening simultaneously, and it dawned on the lucid part of me, “Hey, this is the Faery Realm, where such things occur all the time, because in the Faery Realm ‘time’ works very differently than it does for humans.”

Here’s where it begins to get really strange, though:

Our bed transported outside into the Faery Realm version of our garden, surrounded by all the lush flowers and vegetation. At first, everything seemed “normal” — well, as normal as could be under the circumstances — but then I sniffed a whiff of what smelled like rotting flesh. The surrounding smells were so heady and overwhelmingly good that I almost ignored the rotten smell, but the lucid part of me started trying to figure it out.

My eyes fell upon two terra cotta pots. One had a plant in it as expected, but the other held a dead black squirrel, apparently drowned as it had tried to enter this paradise through the terra cotta pot portal. I looked around more, and found a stone slab wall like those in Ireland, but unlike anything we actually have in our “real” yard. Inside this stone slab wall, caught in a slight opening where it had tried to get through, was another dead black squirrel. In the dream, the lucid part of me said, “Remember this when you wake up. The black squirrels are important, and you’ll soon see why.”

I should note that Goshen does have these unusual black squirrels — tons of them, in fact — all descendents of one pair of black squirrels brought over from Germany. They’re very cute, but extremely aggressive, way more so than the grey, brown or partially albino squirrels we also have. In the dream, though, I knew that the black squirrels were simply the form these intruders had taken as a means of passing through the various portals. I don’t know what they were, but they weren’t black squirrels and they hadn’t intended anything good for the Faery Realm version of my garden. The faeries in my dream confirmed as much when I asked them:

“We’ve left the bodies there to show you that the portals are extremely well protected. Anything or anyone with ill intent is not welcome, and they cannot pass through the frequency of the portals. If they make it through as far as these two did, they die.” Then one of the faeries loaded my hands and arms full of fruit and sent me on my way. I had this “dream” three times, even though I wasn’t tired. I couldn’t quite get my garden bed back into the house, and until I managed to do that, it felt right to continue in this lucid dream.

I finally “awoke” just before my alarm when off a bit after 8:30. David was already gone for work, so I set about opening up the curtains and blinds. Everything seemed normal until I reached the north side living room window:

window

Unlike the rest of our slat blinds, these ones are screwed to the bottom and top of the window. I can adjust the openings of the slats, but I can’t lift the blinds. As you can see, we have some European lace in front of the blinds and then some sage colored thermal curtains that hang over the lace at night but get tied up during the day. Behind the blinds, facing outside, sits a red headed faery card — a warrior/protector from a series of paintings called The Faerie Journals, whose images mysteriously appeared in the moonlight and revealed themselves as helpers for human evolution. Even though it’s “just” a card, I always feel her strength at that window, keeping an eye on our driveway and front yard, staring out at any would-be intruders and saying, “Really? Just try me.”

This is not an easy window to get to from inside the house, since we have some objects in front of it. No living plants sit under it due to the proximity of David’s stereo, and we never bring liquids of any sort near there, again, due to the stereo and tricky accessibility of that spot. This morning, when I opened the curtains and twisted open the blinds, some kind of brownish-red splatter covered the window frame, window and blinds. It looked like someone had exploded a bottle of Coca Cola behind the curtains, except the splatter wasn’t sticky at all. We’re not talking a small splatter, either. It covered over 2/3 of the upper window and frame, plus some of the blinds themselves, and it was very cumbersome to clean without creasing or otherwise damaging the blinds!

The more I examined it, the more it looked like dried blood splatters — but not as thick or red as regular blood — more watery, with less iron. The image of the dead black squirrels crossed my mind, along with the faeries’ mysterious message: “We’ve left the bodies there to show you that the portals are extremely well protected. Anything or anyone with ill intent is not welcome, and they cannot pass through the frequency of the portals. If they make it through as far as these two did, they die.” I also remembered my lucid self saying, “Remember this when you wake up. The black squirrels are important, and you’ll soon see why.”

Did we have some kind of battle in the Faery Realm that coexists in a slightly different dimension over and through our home and garden? Did all that protection I’ve set up around our house arrest some sort of spiritual attack? Did the red headed faery make mincemeat of whoever or whatever tried to get through that north window?

I don’t know, but it was mighty strange, indeed. I’ve written and spoken before about past life “bleed-through” and Dreamtime bleed-through, but I’ve never had a dream about an attempted intrusion and then found a blood-like substance splattered around a window — or anywhere else for that matter. In any case, well done, red headed Fae, and yay, portal guardians!

Perhaps this dream also portends an enormous harvest this year. Those red bell peppers were absolutely amazing. 🙂

DL Zeta – Navigating The New Time through Dream Downloads And Dimensional Travels – 20 October 2012

Thanks, Lucas! I found this article quite a synchronous affirmation after a night of lucid dreaming. Timelines I did not wish to experience presented themselves in sleep, and my dream self strongly and unequivocally ushered those timelines away in favor of the preferred sequence. I awoke knowing that we have the power to do this in waking life as well. DL Zeta provides additional insights into how and why we can become lucid wakers as well as lucid dreamers. Enjoy!

DL Zeta – Navigating The New Time through Dream Downloads And Dimensional Travels – 20 October 2012

We are in a time when we can no longer navigate life as we did in the past. In recent years, moving through life by intellect and reason sufficed but now the overwhelming tide of change has made it increasingly difficult for the conscious mind to find compass points amid the chaos of transition. Sometimes a window opens into old points of reference, then closes. The only way we can find our way is to let go and trust in the wisdom and guidance of our higher self.

Our Higher Self Assists us through our Past and Future Selves

Our higher self orchestrates guidance and insights to us through aspects of our consciousness from both past and future times. The aspects that assist us moment by moment are those that hold the answers to our present-moment issues and questions. Past aspects that assist us are often past life selves with mastery in certain understandings. Our future selves are those aspects that exist by virtue of our present lessons and intentions and know the future we are creating with our present thoughts, actions and intentions.

When we see ourselves as more than just a being limited to the boundaries of our conscious mind, we allow all our aspects through time to work with us. This assistance from other aspects of our being empowers us as we navigate transition times where the only road maps that apply are those etched into our subconscious.

Downloads in Dream States Provide Codes and Keys to the New Time

Over the next few months, downloads in dream states will contain energetic signatures that provide each of us the codes and keys needed to navigate this transition time. Dream states are more important than ever now and a willingness to work with them will allow us to burn through any seeming barriers or limitations that present themselves.

The ability to remember, record and interpret dreams is helpful now but not essential. This conscious process expedites our expansion into the new time. However, as long as we listen to our intuitive hunches and pay attention to the urges and interests that trickle into our conscious mind, we will receive the information contained in the downloads. Setting the intention to welcome this information will open the door to these downloads.

Vivid Dreams May Come

Some may find themselves receiving vivid dreams now, seeing themselves in strange and mysterious settings and with friends they have not known in their present lifetime. The veils between dimensions are thinning, allowing us to visit past, future and parallel timelines in our dream states. Multi-dimensional travels are most accessible when our conscious mind sleeps and our consciousness travels into our subconscious mind, which is our gateway to the universe and beyond.

http://www.celestialvision.org link to original article

Tongue Tied

I ate a lot of spicy food last weekend and earlier in the week: ginger chili carrot slaw, radish sprouts, raw garlic in a dandelion pineapple smoothie, chili and oregano fermented veggies, chipotle, cayenne… plus, some acidic foods like some new salt cured olives at our co-op, tomatoes, and balsamic vinegar. That’s unusual fare for me in that kind of intensity, but it nonetheless felt right to eat those things in those amounts. My tongue, however, does not agree! It feels raw, irritated, and pretty much any food or drink burns, even barley grass juice!

As a result, I’ve been on a mini-fast since Tuesday, eating very lightly, mostly liquids and mostly alkaline. As I’ve moved through this week of incredible outward chaos, I find myself pulling inside and anchoring to the Earth and my own connection to Spirit. It feels good, and the tongue issue has me craving more silence and simplicity in all areas. I walked a labyrinth yesterday with my friend Rainbow and her daughter Iris, and we talked about the increased sense of the “real” world as a dream. Fighter jets from the WI National Guard flew above us every few minutes, punctuating the peaceful spirit of our time together with such unbelievably loud Mars energy that even the little Aries, Iris, started screaming. Rainbow and I calmed her down by pointing to the whispering tall grasses and the special labyrinth path. The pre-Spring woods surrounding us seemed to sparkle with activity, almost as though the faeries, normally so shy of loud noises, were staking their claim on this world anyway. “No more war!” they seemed to say, and we agreed.

Try as we might — and I’ll admit we didn’t try very hard; why would we? — Rainbow and I could not feel “real” about all the crazy laws and military resolutions happening right now. It all feels very 9 of Swords to me. In the Robin Wood deck, 9 of Swords signifies “awakening from the nightmare.”

Robin Wood's 9 of Swords

As my friend Tim Glenn, reminded me once, “Of course, awakening from the nightmare means you have first been in the nightmare.” This world doesn’t even feel like a nightmare, though. It feels more like a dream that’s gone so bizarre you spontaneously grow lucid, realizing you are, in fact, the dreamer. With a bit more awareness, you realize that you can control the dream. You have influence as you create, moment by Through-the-Looking-Glass moment. I smile as I watch more and more people growing lucid in 3Dality.

Speaking of the 9 of Swords and Awakening from the Nightmare, this week seems like a good time to start calling back those parts of you that couldn’t stand living in the ugliness or density of 3Dality. Try it! The world has lightened, even to the point that faeries giggle at fighter jets. I used to need to apologize to them for running a Vitamix! Something has shifted. Like faeries, our bodies are Earth Elementals. Do you feel your body asserting itself these days? Offer some sweet scents, sunshine and melodious sounds and see if you can charm yourself into another realm. Or better yet, invite the other realm right here! Become the change you wish to see, and I guarantee, you’ll begin to see it. We are already mostly in the new reality. If you hold that as your morning, then you can shake the negatives away like a crazy dream.

I’ll share more details later, but Schizandra Book 2 (Schizandra and the Peruvian Jaguar) has also started knocking on my brain again. I realized earlier this week that its plot required a baseline awakening in order to free me to write a positive book that people could understand and embrace. A world filled with denial simply wouldn’t “get” the message, even when presented as fiction. Book 2 offers an alternate timeline leading up to 9/11, revealing aspects of the Sacred Time Continuum and the orgasmic birthing of new realities. I stopped writing when I got bogged down in explaining the illusory nature of government, the financial system, 9/11, and most of what the masses have accepted as reality since the Fall of Atlantis. I also stopped writing it because everything I wrote came true. Careful what you create! I wanted to write a positive book, and now, between Occupy, Anonymous, Facebook, solar flares and the ongoing awakening of humanity, I finally can. A tipping point of awareness has already occurred, freeing me from the need to explain what is. Rather, I can focus on what truly desires to be born.

Guess I’m not so tongue tied after all! I just wanted to post something before I snuggle back inside myself for awhile, as per Doreen Virtue’s Weekly Oracle Reading. 😉 Actually, I decided to post Doreen’s video today, because her message resonates with so much of what I’ve lately written and felt. A few highlights and then the video below:

The week begins with Taking Care of Your Body.

Midweek: Awakening Your True Self (Doreen’s message reminds me of my earlier post, Your Right to Preferences.)

Weekend: Environmental Awareness (Being aware of your own environment — a time to take care of yourself and your needs. You’ve got to go inside and be honest with yourself this week.)

I love that I’ve felt an increased presence of faeries this week, and Doreen uses her Faery Oracle Cards. Big blessings, synchronicities and much joy to you this day and always!