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In just a bit I’m going to send my OM exercise #6 over to Chati at Ordinary Meditations on Blogspot. Did anyone participate? It was an interesting exercise for me as I tried not to be creative and just observant. The part of me that tries to tweak and play with images, find angles, and otherwise attempt to be a photographer was hard to keep in check. 🙂

Dream: Astral HopeChest

This is what a new moon in Pisces will do to you…

Had this wonderful dream that I was in an old part of downtown LA and I found this little shoppe on the corner of a five way intersection. I was with my dog, Trixie, and we were looking at new places to live. A woman, who owned the property said she didn’t know what to do with it and that I should just have it.

Ecstatic I said I was going to open my own little place for lifencompass in downtown. I was thrilled!

A couple of things occur. My friend A. Julienne comes around the corner with her daughter, and my friend Marie, and she says to me, did you see that little shoppe around the corner? Wouldn’t it be perfect for the new Astral HopeChest?” (former shoppe that she used to own and her and I put together).

I smile and tell her that it was just given to me and we, together, have to do it again!

The words Lucky Mojo (as in the company) are repeated in my head and I see that the store is full of merchandise.

~fin

More about the Pisces new moon on the web, or here at Cathy Pagano, the Cosmic Story Newsletter.

When we reach the 12th sign of the Zodiac, we come to the end of our year-long journey.  The lesson:  Take everything you’ve learned, experienced and loved; everything you imagined, hoped for and desired for the future – and let it go! Or as Christ said: sell all your riches and come follow me. This is the quintessence of the cycle – can we die to our plans and even our skills and go through their dissolution so that a new birth can arise (when the Sun goes into Aries).  Like Aphrodite arising in the foamy waves, what we love will survive the death and give rise to the rebirth.

Be well!

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A few nights ago I tried one of the Dream Technique’s from the Temple of Shamanic Witchcraft, Christopher Penczak, called the Lucid-Dream Trigger.

Christopher writes:

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“The term lucid dreams literally means “clear dreams.” The lucid state refers to clarity and consciousness that we usually lack  in the dream state. You could describe a lucid dream as your mind being awake as your body sleeps. You are aware you are dreaming, and have a certain measure of control over the dream. It can be recalled with greater clarity and feel very real, even though you are aware it is a dream. The term lucid dreaming was coined by a Dutch psychiatrist named Frederik van Eeden, in 1913, in a a paper published by the Society for Psychical Research, of which van Eeden was a member. Though this is a universal experience in almost every culture, he was the first to bring it to the attention of modern academics.

People as me how to have lucid dreams, but aren’t sure why they want to have, beyond “it sounds cool.” Some want to have  clear visualization experiences because they visualize in their dreams but have difficulties during meditations. One purpose of lucid dreaming is to condition your consciousness to remain alert and aware at deep levels of nonordinary reality. Lucid dreams prepare you for deeper journeys, and eventually the experience of crossing form this life to another consciously during the death process. The other main purpose of lucid dreaming is to work on manifestation abilities. In the dream world, time lapse between having a thought and making it a reality is very short. Unlike the physical world, where you can send out a spell and it may take days, weeks, or months to manifest, in the dream world this process is practically instantaneous…”

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I had several thoughts about this and other methods of dream-work, much inspired by folks I know and the idea of working on the dream level to carry out some magickal tasks, healing, and the like.

Generally once I am dreaming, and in the rare occasions I become lucid, I can easily enter the Astral realms and travel. I love to project in this way but I gotta say, I’ve had a hard time with it. That is, until I tried the following exercise.

Dream Technique 4: Lucid-Dream Trigger.

“You can Awaken your consciousness and not your body in a dream through the use of a self-hypnotic trigger. Use your instant-magick trigger (ITOW, exercise 12) or a light meditative state, and suggest to yourself that when you see a particular image (choose an unusual image), it will “shock” you “awake” to the fat that you are dreaming. Then affirm that you will see this image in your dreams tonight and it will trigger your lucid dream. Pick something you never dream of. Many of my dreams are in old primordial forests, with lots of pine, oak, ash, hemlock, and birch trees…”

Christopher gives a few examples and then moves on to other dream techniques.

I wanted to give this a try. My instant magick trigger works “instantly” dropping me into a deeper state of consciousness and I almost use it daily. I began to drift into sleep and as I did I used my trigger to form the image that would work for me, that of me seeing my hands using my trigger. I figured that the fingers crossed in the waking life would be enough to snap me to awareness in the dream state.

I didn’t fall into sleep I sort of slid from one awareness to another. One minute I was in my bed and the next I was in the dream state. It was strange. Not being where I had left and a very definite feeling of sliding into somewhere else. Also I think I was a woman. *shrug*

There was a blue-black color and as images began to form, I felt myself being to astral project. Oops. I startled myself right back into the waking consciousness. My heart was beating, I uncrossed my fingers.

It was a little success, but definitely an achievement. I haven’t consciously projected in years. I’m looking forward to playing with this Lucid-Dream trigger more.

Do you have experience with dreaming lucid? Can you achieve the conscious dreaming state easily? How do you do it?

Curious,

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Be well,

Scott K Smith
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Hi there.

There is another benefit this month in Malibu that I wanted to bring to your attention. Another good time for a great cause. Among the items up for raffle you will find…

The Dreaming: Dream Circles.

The Dreaming: Dream Circles

I wrote about this painting recently and it is part of the Shamanic Journey / Awakening to the Spirit World book review. You can find that blog post here.

I will most likely be at this event.

Don’t forget your checkbook. We have more than 100 items to raffle and auction off, including hots sailors and sailorettes.

If you can’t make the event you can always make a donation directly to the Van Ness Recovery House through their website. Van Ness Recovery House Donation Link.

Malibu Barbie’s USO Beach Party

Benefitting the Van Ness Recovery House

ADVANCE ONLINE TICKETS: www.MalibuBarbiesBeachParty.org
$12 Advance / $15 At The Door

Sunday August 22, 2010
11:00 am 8:00 pm

    • Beach Play 11:00 am
    • USO Tribute Drag Show and Competition 2:00 pm
    • Raffle 3:30 pm
    • Sailor/ Sailor-ette Auction 4:00 pm
    • Silent Auction 12:00 5:00 pm
    • Dinner Caravan to Neptune – 8:00 PM-10:00 PM

Please remember to bring a picnic basket. Guests are expected to bring their own lunch and refreshments.

Don’t forget your check book for the silent auction and raffle. Prizes already include a weekend in Palm Springs, a spa massage package, a family pack to California Adventures and Disney Land, and more than 75 other super hot items!
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ADVANCE ONLINE TICKETS: www.MalibuBarbiesBeachParty.org

TO DONATE SILENT AUCTION OR RAFFLE ITEMS:
Call Fundraising Committee Chair Carlos Cortez at (323) 620-8810 or “Contact Us” at www.MalibuBarbiesBeachParty.org
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Van Ness Recovery House

Donate online to the Van Ness Recovery House in Los Angeles at:http://www.vannessrecovery.org/donations.html

The Van Ness Recovery House is a licensed and certified alcohol and drug recovery home designed to provide opportunities to the gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender and heterosexual communities. All services are offered in both English and Spanish.

We provide a highly structured and safe environment, where the residents learn how to make healthy life choices while receiving direct experience with the 12 steps of recovery through an intense schedule of meetings, alcohol/drug education and discussion groups.

The House was opened in May 1973 as a Joint, co-operative effort of the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Community Services Center (GLCSC) and a group of dedicated and visionary members of Alcoholics Anonymous. In 1976, the Van Ness Recovery House separated from GLCSC and became an independent non-profit corporation dedicated to serving the needs of gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender and heterosexual men and women, regardless of their ability to pay, who suffer from the debilitating effects of the disease of alcoholism and/or drug addiction.

The Van Ness Recovery House opened a 20-bed facility on Beachwood Drive in 1973 and became aware of serving its first HIV-infected resident in 1984. The program has since served 1,632 HIV-infected residents. In the past five years, 61% of transgendered clients entering the program have been HIV-infected, 80% of all residents have been HIV-infected and over 86% of the residents have been homeless, having had little or no reportable income of the previous year. Over 2500 men and women have been given a new start in life thanks to a community that cares.

Our goals are simple and straightforward:

•Increase the length of abstinence from drugs and alcohol
•Decrease STD/STI occurrence
•Increase HIV and mental health medication adherence
•Increase the length of free time
•Develop an expanding network of culturally appropriate role models
•Increase employment rates
•Provide safer sex information and empowerment to the populations family/partners
•Create a replicable model program

The Van Ness Recovery Home does not discriminate in services or employment because of race, color, sex, age, national origin, handicap, sexual orientation or HIV antibody status. We would like to emphasize that although we largely target the gay, lesbian, bi-sexual and transgender community, we also have an extremely high success rate with our heterosexual clients.

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I had a rocky morning but Wednesdays are turning out to be perfect  hours to do a lot of the work I need to do around the house. Though I am “on call” and need to stick around the area for office needs at the Rowan, I get to work from home and that is phenomenal without the added pressures of dramas now past.

Lists have become essential for me, lists and timers. I really can maximize a day with all the various things I have to carry out in what seems to be hours that are becoming shorter and shorter. NO! Who is the time bandit?!

This morning I had 6 items on my “ta-dah!” list:

  1. Book Review
  2. Email to someone I had a dream about
  3. Meditation on Yesod / The Lunar Path
  4. continuing meditation on the Three Worlds, followed by
  5. contemplation of the Runes accompanied with vibrating the Rune names. More Runic notes
  6. Find the name of a Hindu Deity.

This list does not include my mundane tasks, but they don’t really apply to the post, so consider them there but passed in mention.

The Lunar Path.

Anyway, the reason I am writing is that my meditation was interesting in detail and image. I am still feeling out the experience in detail.

I light a candle for the West and turned off all the lights, just me, the candle and the morning light. I smudged the space, with a blessing and my intention for the journey-work, “an harm none”. I brought with me the items that called out to me, three quartz crystal points, and a 2 pound hunk of selenite.

Trixie, by her secret name, came to the bed and lay next to me, curled up but watching as I went within.

I entered into a relaxed state,  body, mind, and soul. I counted down deep, deeper, there and entered my sacred space. A vast tree that is composed of stars and light in the heights, and shadow and earthy things in the depths.

A door appeared for me, as is the usual when I call for it and I entered into my Inner Temple.

Inside everything has changed. This is unusual. For the last 20 years everything has been pretty much the same. A canopied bed for deeper work, a doorway to other realms that I, and only I, may open. I balcony that overlooks the universe, among other things. This time when I entered there was a square, corners twisted into circles in gold light, on a black featureless floor. This was really quite striking. I’ve come to this place for so long and this was a dramatic change.

I sat within the square, I felt the four directions. I called upon my Guardian and asked that he be with me for the journey I was about to do. I also asked that the meaning of a message that had been left for me earlier in the week be made clear: The Lunar Path.

A passage appears in the darkness by the golden square, between pillar or trees there is an indigo-way, a road marked with the words “Lunar Path”. This path bends to the left around an unseen curve into another place. I rise and as  I do a man, nude, comes out of the darkness and close to me. He is between me and the door and he is asking that I touch him. He is erect and the feeling transfers to me, at the Second Chakra, and vibrates through my body until I am tingling. He is laughing and than his entire form is almost immortalized as a semi-transparent figure through which I must pass… and so I do.

The tingling sensation becomes a vibration and the indigo path I walk opens up into a moonlit world of trees and obscure things. I feel my Guardian there with me and it tells me to focus on the message. As I do another tree appears int he distance, this one is more wild and fantastic looking than my own. Something out of Pandora (Avatar ref.) and a milky light forms between us. This light becomes a woman, a Goddess, unfolding as if from a Lily.  She is full of some of joy and there is an increase in the body vibration as I start to shift. That’s the only way I can describe it. My substance became more vibratory and I felt as if I was dreaming. I think you know the feeling, it’s a different state of mind, this time I am conscious instead of resting. I feel denser. This is a new level or reality. I must transform myself to journey here.

The Goddess reaches out and plucks the three quartz crystals that I had taken with me in the physical to meditate. She laughs and pops them into her mouth. I note that she is a bit translucent and I can see the stones pass through her, released from her body as if birthed in a milky substance and full of vibrating light. She hands them back to me. I place them on my Second Chakra. Simultaneously I feel them beneath my hands, on the large piece of Selenite, also on my Swadhisthana.

The nude man is again transposed across everything, erect, arms flung wide. The Goddess is gone, she is enormous in the distance, like a sliver of lunar light. I am walking on the earth of this plane, it splashes like water.

I sit with the stones and I feel for the meaning. There is a cord like a red-orange electric tentacle that is touching my hands and it is waving about. I feel as if I must straighten the cord and so as I think it, it happens. Tiny people along the cord, like Fairy, move along with me. SNAP! The energy courses along my crown, across the brow, down my face like webs of paint and along my hands. I hear this is your power.

I vibrate deeper and this plane begins to warp around my hands in circles, within circles, and I feel the voice of the quartz against the Selenite. I am clearing them of something, some connection that does not serve me. They are pure. I hear again, this is your power, and the red-orange energy, witchy, old, of earth, and sky, blossom and bone. I stay there and feel it until I than feel the call to return.

Runic Toning.

I move my way back across the path but something happens and I appear at an ocean where the moon is now reflecting on the water, calm, soft waves, smooth sand, a woman singing. I think the sound of the music playing affected the journey but it was really perfect so I went with it.

On the beach I felt the four Runes I had worked on come up in the metaphysical queue. So there I sat in the sand.

A ring of crimson light, glowing with the Futhark, spins about me. The red glow cast a strong light. I pull out the runes in the order that we have studied: Feoh / Uruz / Thurisaz / Os.

With each rune I draw out, I tone (aloud) the name of the rune.

“Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Yooooooooooooooooh”

“Uooooooooo-rrrrr-uooooooozzz”

“ThhhhuuuuuuuurrRIssssaaaaaaazzzzz”

“Ooooooooooosssssss”.

At the end of each toning I sit with each Runes vibration.

Feoh feels like the Gold light of the Universe that is within each of us. It is the light expressed, given, emanating from me. It is the magick.

Uruz feels like the animal lust, the nature of beasts, the power of the wild and calls to be brought in, merged, touched. For a few minutes I sit with the sensation as I realize the power of Uruz to heal and “something” guides the Rune towards my chest where I feel the effects of a medication (cold) are lifted and shifted into a new feeling.

Thurisaz gives me some incredible images, and as had been mentioned, they were tough. I see hurt. Trouble. I even see war and fights. I feel the piercing nature of Thurisaz and I accept it. Part of me wants to shift the energy to something more harmonious but a voice says, “No. Accept its force as a part of the world”. I do.

The Rune than turns outward, the thorn points away.

Os then comes and my toning becomes quite loud, softening as I reach the ninth calling and I feel a distinct light-blue power behind the Rune. I am waiting on the beach, in the circle of crimson Runes, beneath the moon, in contemplation.

Three Worlds. Three Selves.

I return to the path and exit the Lunar Plane. I find the square once again and shift my vibration back to the inner level of reality as I prepare to come back to this, the earthy plane. Before I do, I have one more task that I must complete as part of the TOSW training, The World Tree Within (Lesson One, Exercise 6)… This goes “different” then I had read. 🙂

For the past two weeks I have heard, “Three worlds, three bodies” with an interesting knowing that indicated three selves:

  1. Upper or Higher Self
  2. Middle Self
  3. Lower or Underworld Self.

I understand that the exercise was “tree breathing” but what I experienced was totally different. I started breathing in from my body and into the lower world / Underworld Self. There, the feeling, intuitive, Magickal me accepted the breath and at the same time was breathing in and exhaling back to my middles self, my current consciousness. I was in turn breathing and exhaling to my Higher Self who was doing the same until the three breaths were in harmony.

Three inhales. Three exhales, breathing to one another. Three pulses. Three beings. All myself. In the breathing I / we harmonized between the three worlds, the three bodes and it really felt incredible. I still feel amazing. Three points of consciousness and awake at each level.

A note on the forms that I experienced in the lower and upper worlds. Each body that I experienced as myself was different than what I might have expected but they each felt good to me. I trust the sentiment.

The Underworld me was bizarre but comfortable and familiar. Blue skinned, striped black like a tiger and part man (me) and bits of many beasts. Legs human morph down into feet like elephants. Hand sand arms but four legs, like a centaur. Tentacles like squid or Octopus sprouting out from beneath the arms and round the torso. A tail. Eyes wide, yellow, like hunting cats. An erect phallus, spear like. Running through a glowing landscape, stopping and breathing back with instinct, feeling, knowing.

The Upper-world self was equally intriguing. Geometric shapes, within patterns, in gold and white. The “head” I guess you could call it, was like a radiant star composed of fabulous pattern and detail, gold, then white, then gold again. The body like a rain, or storm stopped in downpour, again in gold and white, interwoven in a cascade. The pattern of the head moved, turned, spun, whirled within each layer of its geometry.

I began my meditation at around 9:15. It was 10:45 am when I returned to my wakened self. The stones I carried with me are “heavy” in a very interesting sort of energetic way and one of the quartz points now has a tiny inclusion in it that I had not seen before. Small fracture that looks like the shape of the Lunar Goddess as she unfolded on the horizon.

I don’t get to meditate like this very often. As I said I have full days and at this point it is already 1:00 pm in the afternoon. I have only  hours before I begin class and of course there is dinner to be made, and my little Trixie needs walking. Work needs to be checked on and I have paintings waiting for my fingers and brushes. I don’t feel under a crunch, I call it my “ta-dah!” list because I can do so much. And I’m grateful for the time that I have to do it.

I hope this finds you well, and that you enjoyed the first of my private meditation entries.

Love,

Scott

As promised (if a little late), the Dream Gatherer, which I call Dream Circles. This exercise came out of Awakening to Shamanism, chapter 6 ~ Dreams.

In Awakening to Shamanism, the Path of Direct Revelation, Carol Proudfoot-Edgar:

“…We also construct “dream gatherers,” usually using natural materials in the landscape where we are meeting. Dreams are a doorway into another world, and the dream gatherer is the door. Think of the wreaths that people make Christmas (Yule, Winter Solstice ~Scott) and hang on their doors. There is a circle within the wreath. The dream gatherer is made from things from Nature and has a circle that represents the doorway into the dream world. These are then placed somewhere close to each dreamer and used to entice the dreamer and the dream spirits to join one another in mutual collaboration.”

I personally wanted to create a safe circle of communication for the dream work. This particular piece would be for two dreamers.

Dream Circles, by Scott K Smith. 12'' x 36'', Acrylic on Canvass, Paper Machete, organic materials (stones, vines picked respectfully).

"The Guardians" Spirit detail in "Dream Circles.

Aside from the obvious circles with the connecting pathway, there are three spirit guardians between the portals. The feathers are made from the under feathers of a Redtail Hawk, in blue, white, gold, and purple representing their protective and insightful energies while one journey’s in the dream. These guardians mind the pathway to and from the world of dreams, casting illuminating light on the message for the dreamer.

Dream Circles is one of the paintings that will be appearing in the August, 2010 show, downtown Los Angeles.

I hope to see you then.

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Hello. Hello!

I woke up this morning, unsurprisingly, with a lot on my mind. A dream, the Tarot Journey, Tarot Dailies, the Lunar Eclipse / Full Moon, and many other things. Where to begin? Coffee, that gets my fingers working and my mind in order.

Dream

Well I haven’t written about these in a while but I do have them, honestly. It just didn’t seem to fit into the general flow of the Journey the last year, but last nights imaginings were exceptional for me, standing out with an intensity. I do not recall every detail but I still have the overall story that unfolded behind the eyes.

I was visiting some friends in East Los Angeles for a BBQ. I arrived a bit after the party had started and my friends were already in the sun, drinking, chatting, and having a good time. At some point one of the service providers for the Rowan pulled up to the house and called me to meet him at his car.

Manny (the service provider) was in a tan and white 1980’s soft top Cadillac, idling at the curb with the door open and a few envelopes in his hand. He didn’t speak, he simply gave me the three envelopes, each penned with  a name: Birgit. Kimberly. Scott. Without another word, he drove away.

I went back into the house, which now looks different. A blue and white house. A large tree that has partly preserved the grass, which is patchy, and a white screen door. The house is dark.

Snap. Backyard BBQ again and Birgit and Kim are opening their envelopes. Inside there are some bills and itemized lists of what the payments are for. I open my envelope and there is a WAD of money on the inside, along with a large list. I count out well over a thousand dollars. I show Brandon, we smile, but I keep quiet because it seems that the girls received much less. *Gods I’m selfish. LOL*

(large blank spot between what happens next and I am now somewhere else).

Now I am at a store, feels like Bodega Bay because I’m up on a hill and I can see the ocean. I keep thinking of Hitchcock’s The Birds. Another sky blue building with white trim, this time it is a store. I am shopping with the money that I received from Manny and talking with the owner of the general store, a woman. She is in her late twenties, fond of pulling her blond hair back in a tight twist, and retro-50’s dresses and sweaters.

Two men enter the store. I don’t think they are from around here, like me they are visiting. There is a holiday party or fair in town, people from everywhere come. They are both tall. One is unshaven, very Northern European looking, blond hair and light eyes. Well built. The second has dark hair and he’s about a 1/2 foot shorter, with a decidedly Italian look about him although I think that they are both from the States. They seem threatening.

In moments I am suddenly the woman, and sometimes I am myself, watching. The two men, the blond in particular, try to sexually assault the woman. We, the woman who I am and sometimes myself, fight them off. The blond goes for some sort of weapon or object in his jacket and suddenly I am myself again. I am standing in the store with my Athame, I point it at the two men and I tell them to leave. They laugh at me and then I whistle. The wind begins to howl. They men run out of the store and down the hill towards the center of town and the water. Possibly a car. I continue to whistle and as I do there are voices in the air, they are chanting the names of the men (I have tried but I cannot remember them) and every one is looking at the two as they run away from me. The whistling and the Athame calling the wind, suddenly seems very Scottish. “Whistling up the wind” and all that.

I woke. I was certain that I had actually been whistling this piercing shrill of a sound but Trixie and Brandon were fast asleep.

Interestingly enough, Brandon later asked me about the full moon and I had said, “We could make something happen…” and he replied, “How about a big fat envelope of money. *smile*

Tarot Weekly

Awake with a bit of a headache I freshened up and sat in the creative center for a bit to pull the Daily Tarot. I’m not sure who really follows it. I do get a few comments on the Twitter feed from friends. Well I’m going to move it to a Tarot Weekly. Sunday night / Monday morning drawing of three cards for the week.

I have a huge morning schedule and as I sat with the Tarot this morning the message seemed to shift. The “dailies” were for the people who feel the calling to follow along. The daily isn’t adamant in the message, it is a frame within the context of the tarot and has room for personalization. How does the message of the card resonate with me, you, us? The daily shifting over to the weekly feels like a broader stroke and I want to follow that feeling.

The structure of the weekly will follow the pull of the Major Arcana, grounded in two supporting cards (Minor Arcana), dashed with some Astrological bits and insights. I’m no Astrologer but I follow along with some of the bigger planetary energies.

That said I’m holding back on posting dailies and moving to weeklies!

Today’s entry had to do about finding balance and seeing truth and what is right with someone who is acting out of balance (fire) and can be a charming and self-justifying bully. This can be an aspect of ourself or someone in our life who insists their actions are “right” even though the actions can be well into the realm of the egotistical. IF it is an aspect of self, then it is up to us to step back out of the impassioned state and ask, am I being fair or a fool? If it is the case of another in your life, it might be a choice between speaking up for yourself (with fairness for yourself) or simply understanding that the guy is not going to listen and you should just step away and get back to your worldly calling.

Tarot Journey, Turn the Card… Seven of Cups!

The Lovers played out in this last week. It was a long process with the card but worth the contemplation. I placed the card at the bottom of the deck and turned the next. Progression.

The Seven of Cups has sat on the altar for a few days as I’ve stared at it and allowed the message to bloom in the mind while heading out into my day. This morning, and I think maybe it had something to do with the whistling in the dream, while I was smudging I felt as if there was a fog of thought around me that the energy of the card was lifting and breaking down. A bit like being underwater in a river and suddenly seeing the river landscape beneath the surface. People, conversations, and ideas become like stones and plants, underwater life, and the path of the rivers flow became clear.

Where it leads I do not yet know but the “Insight” (as named in the Tarot of the Spirit) is pulling like the river around me so I will follow.

The thing that really stands out in this is the above mentioned population of thoughts that came to mind when I felt the energy of the card this morning. The question stands, are these transitory? Are these people and thoughts revealed as parts to navigate around, and as I flow by, and say goodbye to? Like water passing around and along on a path to deeper waters?

Are they emotional points of connection? Am I disassociated from emotional connections that I have intellectualized? Insight asks what we are empowering our emotional self with substance or soul. Nectar or wine? Sage or smoke?

One of the people who came into my mind while I resonated with the card has gone through a tremendously emotional period and yesterday, a friend pointed out that they really care for me. Even if I haven’t seen them or connected to them recently.

Things to suss out emotionally. I will keep you posted, it is the Tarot Journey.

Full Moon / Lunar Eclipse

Image from CBS News

This full moon has been strong in my mind for several weeks. It feels like an event but I haven’t as of yet meditated on the reason for myself. I have the day to ponder and the night to work with the Goddess and the Lunar energies.

Fortunately I received an email from one of my favorite Astrologers, Michelle Karen:

Dearest Friends

Tomorrow morning at 4:30 AM PDT, at 4º46’ Capricorn is an intense lunar eclipse. Eclipses always mark times of irrevocable change, shifting our lives to a whole new dimension.

This one is particularly unique as it could, through some discomfort, reveal difficult aspects of our lives that need transformation.

Blocks to intimacy and old conditioned emotional reactions could surface, giving us a chance to shift the past and recreate our love relationships in a much more harmonious way.

We could be drawn to either moving or completely remodeling our home. Daily  habits could be understood more clearly and changed as needed.

We become very concerned about what feels right to us. We need to create for ourselves a level of security and inner peace to nurture ourselves and those we cherish. As we become aware of  deeper thoughts and reactions, we give ourselves the chance to free ourselves from the past.

We could make decisions that change our lives a 180º. External events could suddenly and unexpectedly project us on a whole new path. New doors that we never suspected the existence of, could open. New opportunities present themselves to us. We are resolutely leaving what no longer serves us and embracing a much more expanded understanding of our own reality.

Our goals become much more clearly defined. We are able to focus with greater efficiency on what truly matters to us. New ideas could inspire us enabling us to create something new out of seemingly nothing.

We are very concerned about walking our talk. We need to integrate in our ordinary lives the spiritual principles we believe in. As we truly embody the divinity within, great healing for ourselves and the planet can occur.

It is a great idea, to by June 27 at 4:30 AM, create a fire ceremony, even with only a candle if you cannot to a big fire. Write on a piece of paper what you want to release from your life. Once burnt, burn another piece of paper with what we want to bring into your reality and except a miracle as this eclipse will definitely amplify and accelerate whatever needs to shift to a whole new level in your life.

In Loving Light.
Michelle Karén
Michelle Karén M.A., D.F.Astrol.S.
www.MichelleKaren.com

As I read over this again I think it is right up my alley. TOSW, Water Attunement, Seven of Cups, etc. Anyway. I’ve sat at the desk for a few hours now and I’m off to tend to my relationships, and the day.

Be Luminous!

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Alright. I promised to post something that I was making for the book review but to be honest, I am waiting for the layers of the painting to dry and there are some other details that cannot be rushed. I will post the final dream circle painting as soon as she is ready, until then you will have to wait.

If you are just joining me in these posts you can catch up on the chapter-by-chapter book review of Awakening to the spirit world through these posts:

Chapter 6: Dreams

I can remember when the world of dreams and the waking world was a liminal space, blurred and connected between waking and rest. I can still remember many vivid dreams where I remained lucid in the dream world, then waking I would be looking for clues and items from the dream.

A common dream was about lizards and/or snakes. Keep in mind that I was a big animal buff when I was little and my great-grandfather had a wealth of literature at his house that kept me enthralled for hours. National Geographic, encyclopedic volumes about particular species, his library was extensive. It wouldn’t be uncommon for me to dream of them when I had been so influenced by the natural world early on.

In the dream of reptiles I was seeking and finding them. Could have been Blue Belly’s, or Garter Snakes, but I would be hunting and catching them, awake while I dreamed. I was certain that if I caught them while I was in the dreaming place I could wake up and have them. As soon as I put my hands on the little critters I would wake myself up and hope that I still had them. Of course I didn’t catch them but I didn’t know it at the time. If my mother had peeked into my room on those nights when I dreamed of reptiles she might have found me tearing apart my bedroom looking for the little scaly creatures, certain they had been transported between the realms in my hands, coat, and pockets.

The dreaming took me in many ways.

I can recall playing with friends, I must have been about seven, and suddenly realizing that we were in fact dreaming, “RIGHT NOW!” I would say. “Feel it! We’re dreaming!”

The sensation would come and go, but suddenly I could become eclipsed by the dream, while I was waking, I wanted desperately for everyone to wake up in it. Like I felt I was.

As time went on I became a very vivid dreamer. Naturally I was told that dreams were not real, that they were products of my mind, and that I shouldn’t take them so seriously. After a time, with the exception of night visions of flying, traveling to hidden worlds and other dimensions, and the horrific nightmare, I slowly began to wean away from the dream world… until my early teenage years, about the time I met my friend Kat, and that wasn’t without an event. 🙂

Kat and I spoke of dreams often. Where my dreams felt vivid, her’s were Technicolor fantasy’s and flights into the incredible butt (Kat correct me if I’m wrong) the real leaping off point for us was a shared dream.

During my teenage years I would dream of a little house. The house was usually in some far away place out in the country, stark on a plain. Sometimes I would find it in a neighborhood. The house at the end of a street. Other times the house appeared in the most random place and I would be drawn in through the door, unable to stop myself from entering.

An old woman lived in the house. Gray hair tucked up in a bun, draped in a slim, conservative, and usually dark button dress. It reminds me now of something worn around the turn of the century. The woman appeared kindly but once the door closed the dream became nightmare. The little two-story house would become an infinite mansion of rooms, many of them requiring puzzles solved or monsters fought or fled from.

One night within the first year of knowing Kat, I again met the house. This dream was particularly vivid and violent. The old woman went from a looming figure to a physically abusive tyrant. The dream was significant because Kat was with me in the house.

When I woke, showered and got out the door into the summer, I went to Kat’s house. She lived close and we spent almost every waking hour together, I had to tell her the dream because it seemed somehow significant. When I got to Kat’s house she was just waking. Bruised, beaten, sore, as I had dreamed.

Apparently, as WE had dreamed.

Yes it is true, we had shared the dream of the house and the old woman who lived there amid the doors, the rooms, the nightmare. .

Our friendship threaded with many shared dreams. As our amazement tempered as our experiences grew in many ways but these types of shared encounters, and dreams of things to come, would wind in and around our lives. The significance of the dream world, already heady with the fantasy became a new dimension of exploration. A dimension that in turn wove back paths of insight into our waking life.

Interesting how that happens.

So I’m reading the chapter on dreams in Awakening to Shamanism, and of course there is a gushing well of memory pulling up all sorts of things, like I’ve mentioned above, but a few things strike me from the chapter. I’m not here to spoil the fun of the book and so I don’t  want to give away too much. Anyway I read up to a statement about an ancient worldview: Waking or sleeping, we are dreaming in the same dream.

Basically what I found there in the book is repeating what I suspected when I was young. Yes, much like the child “me”, I wanted to say, “We’re dreaming RIGHT NOW!” to people around me. I want to vocalize the feeling because I’ve got that long forgotten awareness of being awake at a dreaming level. Dreaming at a wakened level.

There are also suggestions for the Shamanic path, ways to enter the dream, to dream lucid, to understand the meaning and messages of the dream we dream.

I took one of the suggestions and for two nights I dreamt the “healing dream”, which meant that I actually fell into a deep, deep sleep. I slept so soundly that I cannot remember the real healing dream!

The last exercise I wanted to try with the chapter review was the dream circle. A portal we make to enter the dream world, safely. I am still working on the portal, as I write this to you now the painting is soaking up some essential oil blends for safety, expanded awareness, sacredness, and restful sleep. There is even a bit of Selenite part of one of the two circles in the canvas!

I am going to have to ask you to wait for that piece. It’s going to take a bit more time to complete.

Until then…

I hope you will join me for the journey.

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So… Brandon went on vacation to Maine, with friends. I’ve been home with an allergy flare up or a head cold, I can’t decide which but I’ve slept for hours on end and my head is stuffy puffy. In short I haven’t really been up to blogging or following up, let alone committing, to any plans or activities.

I think part of my lethargy is the need for some deep rest and recharging. I remember driving up to Tahoe some years back to see family and arriving one night, tired as all hell, saying my hello’s, giving hugs and then crashing. It was a two-day trip. I really wanted to see my family. I slept for over 14 hours the first night / day and around 11 hours the next.

I get a lot of comfort out of sleep, which brings me to dreams.

For the last two days I’ve had the most amazingly strange dreams.

The first night I dreamed that I was watching Mario Diaz’s cat. Does he have one, I don’t know but I was watching one in the dream. Huge yard, with some sort of backyard patio and BBQ area. Lot’s of people showed up for a party and Jackie Beat (non-drag) came and got everyone really stony on the patio. I remember laughing a LOT and this little guy, Chris or Christos, who was about 5’4 wanting to sit in my lap. A dream in sepia tones, continual night, or dusk, and finally waking.

Last night I had a dream that I was with my friend Kat. She and I were meeting at a friends reunion. During the gathering I rand into someone I wasn’t to particularly interested in ever seeing again, we’ll call him “Horton Hears a Who”. My mind must have reviewing the past because in the dream, the Who began to rehash all of his childhood drama’s.

In the waking world I do remember hearing about a lot of his issues with growing up, some of which were about me, but remain unknown. At the time some of what he told me I just couldn’t remember. I do recall him trying to force me to agree or to remember but I just couldn’t. We were young, and I do have a great visual memory, I couldn’t agree with him at the time on several points of his childhood. I never vocalized it because he was an extremely emotionally volatile person, and I don’t believe in making the effort to shed some light on the truth when one is obviously not going to open their eyes.

It’s no judgement-stance, it’s just the way I see it.

Anyway, in the dream I had an opportunity to tell Kat what I had never said about the Who’s stories in the waking world.  Telling all was uncomfortable but necessary. A deep relief.

Again, I slept for 9 1/2 hours. Trixie, the pup, I think got bored with my snoozing and finally nuzzled me awake with cold nose and her little tongue. It feels so late in the day for me, even though it is only 10:oo am but dammit I feel rested!

Dreams aside, I did want to let anyone who reads know that I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth I’ve just been low energy, sleepy, and deep dreamy. I’ll get back on track as soon as I feel rested.

Oh by the way I did finish the Introduction and the first Chapter to Awakening to the Spirit World, and I’m tooling around with some thoughts and ideas on the first blog. I haven’t forgotten. 😉

I hope you are well.

Scott~

You are outgrowing a period of contentment; things that were once good now seem stale; things once new have grown old; change is the only thing that remains stable; do not be afraid to change to regain your balance.

~Pamela Eakins, Tarot of the Spirit

Really? Changes? Queue the Bowie and let it play.

We’ve moved, pretty successfully and a lot has happened between this morning and a few weeks back when we were just gearing up around the end of the holiday season. Seems like ages ago. Our place is comfortably home and so it is as if we were always here. New layout, better view, still at the same great community, and a feeling of newness.

This is the point where I draw a blank. My cursor blinks. Nothing comes. It is a deadly situation.

I meditated on this card shortly before the move. I drew nothing from self-reflection. I pulled out the Tarot of the Spirit book, flipped to the page and read the passage, Pamela’s insight into the card.

BLANK.

Her interpretation indicates several things, keep in mind that there is a Kabbalistic connection in her work, the words that resonate are:

  • At the edge of completion.
  • A good and powerful position.
  • You have outgrown your own methods.
  • Time to revitalize passion.
  • The Flood.
  • Have you gone away from your original source of energy?
  • Love is the law / Four of cups / Fourth Circle on the Tree of Life: Chesed.

Founded yet floundering. Water in a cup seeking a stream, river or sea. Stable but restless…

Captains Log, star date, 1.12.2010

We continue our course towards Delta 9 with all systems go. The crew has returned to their normal routine and all appears to be normal except for this feeling that is slowly starting to eat away at us.It is as if we are being tested. If I didn’t think it was paranoia, I might begin to suspect that Q was around…

Music, then, “Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.”

I have had the itch to create something new, just not a painting more a piece of self like finally buckle down and learn French, or join a writing class but nothing quite connects to that “ah ha!” of what I am feeling. Restless is the word. The water stirs but I don’t know what is beneath the surface, nor can I see. Only feel.

Dreams have been strange. Last night I had one in which this little pink Dolphin was swimming through the air in front of me. I followed it and it attached to my mind somehow, drawing me up and through this rush of light and tingling feelings to some sort of alien pleasure boat, floating in sea… in space.

A very hot modern yacht, speakers from an onboard educational system speaking in French and English. Two men, one French and the other English talking on the boat. Drawing me in, seducing me to stay on the ship. I lay back on the lounge and then the ship sort of plugs into me. There is an exchange… if I stay the ship sustains me but feeds off my experience while supplying me with all the things I could need, mentally, physically, emotionally. Whatever I imagined -it could not cause harm- could be had. The ship seemed to most interested in language, communication, food, sex and bodily pleasure.

In the dream, I decided to stay. 🙂 The English guy was pretty hot.

Well the sun is up and the day is starting. Getting louder on the street and Brandon’s headed into the shower. It’s about that time that I stepped away from the keyboard and into some meditation.

If you have any interpretation on  the dream, I welcome it.

Tootles poodles.


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