Post Galactic Activation Portal, Pre-Yoga

Dreams

1. I go back to dance class. I’m really happy to be there and see my old dance teacher and some of the people I used to take class with. The colors are all browns. The only thing that is missing is the jumping, we are not doing any jumping in this class. How I love to jump. I get graded on all different aspects of my current dancing. Everyone else is graded too. I worry that my performance isn’t so good anymore. I get an “A”, “as always, lily” on my performance. I dance some more and am so happy. When people aren’t looking I try and do some of the flying I used to do. I do fly a little. The tricks I used in dream time are working now, while I’m awake! Yeah!!!

2. I go to camp, Joan (my boss) tells me to take the Oregon test. Erica will drive me there, she is taking the other test (the Washington test?). This test-taking is something you are normally supposed to prepare for–oh, well! At camp it turns out that you can stay longer. I do and my home is not a cabin, but a cardboard box–that’s what happens when you stay longer, but it doesn’t matter at all it is beautiful and great. I see another guy who’s stayed longer as well, he walks by me as I lay under my box, cuddled up against the grassy earth, comforted by the amazing blue sky that has just the right amount of clouds. I can’t see the coast from where I’m laying–I’m hours in from the water. When I look from above I can see the island, it is so beautiful, and I can see down to the bottom, how just the green top is shown to us, but how the sides go down to the bottom of the ocean. Birds fly above me–groups of birds–several kinds flying together. They are close, maybe I can identify some of them. I am so happy. I love being in nature again. Everywhere is green and fertile, very pleasant.

Waking, a couple patterns I’ve been noticing:

First of all, since before I took my first yoga class at my new yoga place, I’ve been having a “back to dance class-joy” dream the night before my next class. I did dance for about a dozen years, and have really been missing it lately. All the classes that I’ve been taking at Root Whole Body have a lot of movement in them–vinyasa, nia, and even pilates. Which I didn’t really know ahead of time. I am particularly liking the Nia stuff. Each time I have a dance dream (the night before class) it is very related to what happens in class. In this case the class I took (Vinyasa) was a particularly awesome movement class, alas there was no jumping, and I really felt that. It so could have been dance class, if we had just had some jumping! I am on the lookout for adult dance classes in Portland. Or, the night before I first stopped into Roots to check it out: I dreamt that I went to a yoga class where people were doing yoga-ish dance. It seemed cool and interesting. Then I go to Roots the next day, and they say: “We don’t just have yoga, we also have Nia–it’s kind of a mixture of dance and yoga.” Tee hee.

Secondly, these particular dreams happened the night following a galactic activation portal. Galactic activation portals are an aspect of the Mayan calendar–these are times when it is easier to download information from higher sources, i.e. otherworldly information, psychic connections. I would think that I would have crazier dreams during the actual day, but instead I keep having awesome dreams the night following the portal day. Perhaps this is me synthesizing the information/energy that has come during the g. a. p. day. For more information on this stuff, check out: Planet Art Network.

More Pudu Puda

 

I woke up with this running through my head: “You think you have problems? Talk to Pudu.” Indeed Pudu has problems.

In addition to suffering from habitat loss and parasites (mostly worms), the pudu is also suffering because of the introduction of other types of deer, challenging their food supply. A little more information here.

Habitat destruction is slowing down, so their is hope for Pudu. But what can be done to help ensure their future?

Dream of Pudu

Dream: Driving and stopped on highway 1, near K-mart. I am across the street and down a little from the store. There is a group of pudu near the store. I look over at them. I really want to connect. One comes over.

He says, “I am always on the go, traveling–it will be nice to be with you for a while.” I am very happy about this. I open the door to my station wago, and he gets without any problem, which surprises me a little. He is about twice the size of Coco. I look carefully to see that it is not just a morph of Coco. He is not coco. I touch his fur and it is different from the dog’s, and it is nice. I am happy to be with the deer.

A friend is with me in the car. We drive off talking, with the pudu in the car. The pudu and I hang out a couple times. The second time I see that he has a little rectangular patch on the back of his lower neck that is missing fur. It is invested with ants. He says, “I thought you might be able to help me with this.” That’s why he came, I think. I think about this ant embedded under the skin problem. What can I do, how can this be addressed, what does it mean symbolically?

Wake: Last night I read about the endangered pudu, the smallest deer, that resides in Argentina and Chile. They are delicate little creatures with virtually no way of protecting themselves, and are suffering from habitat destruction. For about the millionth time I thought about how much I miss all the deer that live in Iowa. Argh! I miss seeing them and feeling them nearby, and interacting with them in the dreams–I really want to see them again. So happy to see them in this dream.

Ants and deer. One of my totem animals is the ant. Ants are patient, and diligent workers, they know that if they don’t get something they wanted, that’s okay because something better is coming along. The deer is gentle and persevering in a gentle way. Here ants have tried to make a home in the neck of the deer. Is there not enough patience represented in the gentle creature. Or have they been too patient? Ants are also pests. Perhaps it is time to be aggressive with this invader that has not been a polite guest–the people destroying their habitat perhaps?

Now I just have to figure out how to help.

Hawks

Dream:

I am with a couple friends. One of the girls is pointing out a hawk to me as it flies behind a building.  I am not really paying attention at first, but then I see it is a hawk.  I catch the last glimpses of it.

Wake:

I have really been missing all the birds and animals that I used to see all the time in Iowa. Perhaps what this dream is suggesting, and what I think is probably true, is that I’m just not paying as much attention. Today I sat down to work on my map project and looked out the window. There was a hawk circling, coming closer and closer.  Yeah! Time to start paying more attention to nature.

Taking Pictures with My Mom

Dream:

I am out shooting for my ‘Fly Awake’ project. My mom is helping me–she is the one taking the pictures. I am laying/posing on top of the cab of this very large blue truck. Like a big blue English sized semi–half the size of one in the states. I am wearing my bikini from high school, which surprisingly fits, and looks good. She tells me “you can’t do that,” as in: lay up there, and tries to tell me how to take the pictures. Frustration!

Wake: I would not take my mom with me to take pictures, unless under duress. But apparently I have been doing just that–taking the super critical part of myself (my inner mom) with me when I do my work. Now is the time where I need to let the dreams live, later I can decide what works and what doesn’t. This dream was particularly striking because I was again taking pics in dreamtime again. Now I just need to wake up and take the camera back.

Death, Death, Death, and “love makes me cry”

This was a pretty heavy night for dreams.

Dreams:

1. I am drawing closer and closer to death–my own death. I have had too many heart attacks. I knew… maybe if I had taken better care of myself–but, it’s too late for thoughts like that.

I’m in a cage, my mom doesn’t see it. I change rooms, but I am still in a cage.

I want to write down my last thoughts. It seems self-important to do so. When I finish writing them down will that be it? Kevin seems to know I’m going to die soon.

It’s like he doesn’t want to touch me anymore. I am floating near him, he doesn’t even look at me. I’m just my subtle body now, there is nothing to touch. It’s okay, I’m not part of that reality anymore.

I must let go of physical desires.

I go to Kevin, I’m just nearby. I must remember Lord Rama each time we merge, hug, or kiss.

I want to write my last thoughts on paper, not on computer. There are too many files. He might never see them. It seems vain. I write on scraps of paper. My pen works poorly, sometime it writes and sometimes it won’t.

“It’s not about the comfort, or satisfying all those endless desires. Let each kiss be Lord Rama’s kiss.”

There are many files flashing by. Some are nursing files. None of it matters. I’m going to die very soon. If I had gone to the doctor for my heart earlier would I have lived a longer life? Too late now.

Wake: Eek! This dream seemed so real. I woke up feeling sobered–to say the least. I’m happy that in the dream I was able to let go and understand the changes taking place. It was strange because I normally think of myself as someone who is going to live a really long life. I never worry about dying in my 40’s or even my 60’s. Heart attacks are a problem, but they are more of a metaphorical, emotional variety. I had another dream once, where I almost died because of too many heart attacks, (read family torture). My impression of this was that the original cause of my thyroid problem was not a throat chakra imbalance, rather that imbalance manifested as a consequence of abuse to the heart chakra. That was a couple years ago–obviously something that still needs to be addressed though!

2. I go to the acupuncturist to have an abortion. He is a thin Chinese man, with a small office off the street downtown. He stands in the doorway and turns me away for today–there are no appointments. I am not sure if I will go through with it now. I am with a friend, a girl.

Wake: Another surprising and very clear dream. I have been thinking about going to my friend’s acupuncturist, but not for an abortion. I really want to be healthy and off western medicine, and I really want to get pregnant. Maybe there is something that needs to be gotten rid of in order for this to happen.

3. I get to my uncle in time. He is actually my father and uncle combined. He is on a boat–lower level–playing cards with a friend. He’s looking very pudgy. There is brown wood paneling on all the walls. I know he is going to die and I wanted to say my good-byes. I tell him I love him and that God loves him. I try not to get too serious so it doesn’t seem weird, but I do get a little serious with that. He doesn’t know that he is going to die, so it would all seem a little odd.

Wake: This dream seemed more like a reaction to the first one. I woke up from #1 all weird and then, to console myself, I think, I thought maybe this dream is really about my father. He’s the only person in my life that seems anywhere close to death–but not that close!

4. At a vintage shop. I buy this purse that is not my absolute favorite, but because it was hand made and in a fairly ingenious way, with a tie and then the lady who made it wrote on it: “love makes me cry”.

Wake: Well, I threw this one in because I spent the next couple days after these dreams crying my freaking eyes out. Was it due to love, heart attacks, death–are they all the same? Yes and yes. Was this crying due to my taking of St. John’s Wort and Hawthorne? I think so. At any rate, I am feeling very cleansed and that I released a bunch of stuff that really needed to go.

GIANT LOVE from People, Plants and Minerals

Dream:

I go to the herb guy again because he is ready to offer me something. He stands behind a circular bar in a fairly busy room. He is the bartender for this well lit party (the light is golden). He gives me a brown tincture bottle, it is labeled with difficult cursive: “St. d’equinox” (I hear St. John’s d’equinox), and below it says: “making decisions through cocoa”–not chocolate, but the tincture of it. I’m surprised he wrote the name on the label.

He also writes “nice to see you again so soon” on it too, or maybe his lady wrote it for him. I hold the tincture for a bit, then set it down. I realize that it’s energy is super strong. It surprises me–I pick it up again in a double take. Now it appears as a fine mineral formation. It is kind of like a geode in that it is a layer of crystal growing off a layer that is rock-like. But this crystal is very fine compared to geode. It radiates yellow light (I think “spleen”). He smiles, “yeah, this one is not a quiet one.” When he smiles he sparkles like the mineral. I think, “maybe it speaks so loud so people won’t miss it.”

I wake up for a bit, because my bladder is full, but I fall back asleep whilst procrastinating getting out of bed.

I return to the stone, reflecting on it. It explains, “peeing at night is good because the bladder is a night time organ and it is good for it to be full in the night, (now go pee)”.

Wake:

This dream was very clear and there were about a million associations in it. Most basically, I woke up feeling really freaking awesome and full of lots of love–good medicine had been had. Here’s some of the other stuff.

First, let’s get the bladder out of the way. For the last couple years, I have really been producing lots of pee in the nighttime. So much that sometimes my belly hurts if I don’t get up and pee in the night. I admit I have worried a little about why there is so much more pee at night now than in the past. So perhaps this dream indicates this is not a bad thing at all. Or, if nothing else, I shouldn’t continue worrying about it.

The herb dude and the tincture: A couple nights before this dream, I asked Scott, the herb dude, for something that would help with my thyroid situation. He said he would meditate on it. In the dream he has meditated and come up with something to give me. In the dream it is St. John’s Wort. This is the plant that we did in class right around the time of the equinox… “St. d’equinox”. In the class we taste the tinctures, without knowing what they are. This tincture made me feel really good, and made me stop thinking that I needed to take care of everything, for everyone. That was quite a relief! Simply put the tincture has very positive associations.

When I next spoke with Scott, he told me that he came up with Bugle Weed. He said he was a little suspicious of this, but that this is what the plant spirits said. So I have ordered some bugle weed, but also decided to try taking some St. John’s Wort for a while and see how that goes.

The crystal: the crystal in the dream is one that I was attracted to at the rock shop, but I wasn’t able to get it when I first met it. I hope that I can go back and get it soon. It has some crazy name I can’t remember, but it is a gentle crystal, that is supposed to be good for improving and maintaining health, and something else… what was that?

As far as the cocoa: This has a couple associations. One is that the days before this dream I was eating a lot of chocolate. This is something I haven’t done in a long time, because I have been avoiding sugar. But, I made some cupcakes with unsweetened chocolate and used erythritol, as a sweetener. It took me a while to realize that the caffeine in the chocolate was really affecting me. I was buzzing around making lots of plans shortly after each cupcake! Another thing is the day before I decided against getting this yogi tea with cocoa in it, because I thought I should avoid the caffeine. Hmmm… I am sure that the caffeine in the tea was minuscule compared to the cupcakes.

The equinox was one of the dates that I was making crazy plans around.

The golden light: lots of my dreams have been infused with the golden light lately, I am pondering it.

Taking Pictures in Dreamtime

Dream:
Taking pictures. They are blurry or red, or circular or otherwise weird if I don’t really focus the camera. I’m taking pictures of group shots, people. They are wearing matching yellow and red outfits (models with yellow jeans and red shirts on wides steps). It’s all very set up seeming but yet I walk in and out of the scene like it doesn’t matter. As long as I really focus the camera my pictures turn out clear. I keep setting my camera down and having to go back and find it, but I find it each time.

Wake:

Hmmm…thoughts about this dream and the Taking Your Camera Into Dreamtime booklet. Must do some further experimentation with different types of cameras in dreamtime.

Ruby/Kyanite

Dream:
I see a big (bigger than a brick) hunk of ruby/kyanite.

Wake:

I met Ruby/Kyanite a couple months ago at a nearby rock shop (Healing Waters and Sacred Spaces). I got a very strong reaction from it–kind of like riding on a rocket. At the time I didn’t have the cash to get it.

Friday was payday and I was doing some budgeting. By that time I wasn’t thinking about the ruby/kyanite so much. Then I had the dream which reminded me–thank you very much. I went back to the shop and found it waiting for me.

 

The colors and visual textures of the stone look like pictures of the cosmos. When I look into the stone and meditate on it, it appears to be as non solid as the cosmos–it seems to go into space status (no longer solid), when you really look at it.

One of my current creation projects is getting pregnant. Ruby is excellent for removing energy blocks in the reproductive system. It’s also great for the physical and emotional heart, and plugs holes in the energy field (yarrow connection?). Kyanite naturally balances the chakras and does not need clearing. I can’t wait to learn from the dynamic duo.

Marty Crane and the Holographic Universe

In a recent dream I was riding on an airplane wing with my herb instructor, Marty Crane of Frasier, and one other person. Marty’s appearance was a bit of a mystery. The next day I went to herb class and my teacher told a story about having sciatica a few years back and demonstrated how he walked–exactly like Marty!

He talked about experiencing ‘old-man’-ness for the first time. He got over the sciatica and some repressed anger that brought it on with the help of a plant–Mormon Tea. This situation made the holographic nature of reality more clear to me.

We all have our face that dominates the current time in our lives. Still we have other faces. Sides of ourselves that we don’t see very often, our past selves/other sides of our personality, but at certain times they come out. Suddenly we are in many ways the person we were 5, 10, 50 years ago. Maybe we are tired, or a situation reminds of us something familiar in the past–suddenly we feel like a kid again. I become very aware of it when I am going through a transformative period. I am aware enough of both what I have been and who I hope to be that it becomes very obvious when I see myself slipping back and forth between the old self and the new self, shifting like a holograph.

Acknowledging things are this mutable, we see that we can easily be, but don’t have to be pulled around by changing thoughts and external events. By focusing our energy we can change the dream so that when we see a side of ourselves we are not so fond of we can shift into our more preferred self.