fly awake

Here are two dreams from this week from opposite ends of the spectrum. In the end they are both positive, which underlines the importance of how we react to situations.

7/3/10–Dream

I am at the crossroads near our house. I have been thinking about how Shannon and I have been looking for a quiet place to meet, a park or green. We have looked for a long time and found little. Now I see, it is right here. The crossroads are filled with lush green grass that is about a foot high. A bird with a long white neck–a swan?–is moving through the grass.

A car comes through the intersection, it is very loud and I worry about the bird’s safety. After the car passes the bird is still there, but there is still noise–coming from the man hole, I think. I see the bird bobbing about. Another car comes and goes. The bird is across the intersection now. It rises to standing position and I see it has a smaller grayish white body–maybe it is an egret. The bird has a crystal pendent hanging around its neck on a very long chain. As she stands, she turns into a beautiful woman with long curly brown hair. She is wearing a simple dress. She has a very feminine body, but thin rather than round. She crosses the street to me–walking through the grass slowly. I am in awe of her presence and beauty. She is holding the ends of the chain with her arms spread wide as if to present the necklace to me. As she comes close I open my hands up to receive all she has to offer (not the necklace–I want to receive her), and say, “what can I learn from you?” I want her to know that I am receptive and show her my awe. When she’s only a couple feet away my eyes close in response to her energy. I don’t actually feel the necklace going on. I feel her vibrations strongly for a bit, then I begin to see pictures. I see little metal containers, about the size of lighters. They are handmade with different symbols on them. Inside are sets of tiny vials filled with liquids. Now I am in the living room/our future shop space. There are tiny white shelves mounted on the walls. Each one has one of the little metal boxes on it. This is a great idea for oils. Someone is hanging out and reading in the front room. There are some lavender and pink piles that need to be sorted out. We have to leave to do some errands. I tell the woman we are not really open for business yet (it’ll be a couple months), and we set out.

Wake: I loved this dream. I felt so blessed. First of all I was excited about a place to meet my friend Shannon, who is moving in a couple blocks away from me. There has been some tension between us, but this dream made me feel at ease about things.  This dream brought up some new ideas about the dream shop my husband and I are hoping to open in the fall/winter. I have mostly been thinking about dream and sleep teas and snacks, herbs, books and other literature. I love the magical quality of the little tiny bottles inside the handmade metal boxes. It reminds me of the dream and sleep oils I like to smell before bed. Shannon gave me one of my favorite ones (one that I sniffed right before the dream below). Shannon also once told me that she was a duck–seeming calm above the waters, but paddling away underneath. I wonder if she is a bit more majestic than that.

7/9/10 Dream: Someone has been behaving like Hitler. He is not Hitler. But there is violent discrimination, people are being shuffled into the dark cellar room. They have their heads covered as they run. I think, “It is only natural that we would feel fear and get caught up in this drama.” As I think this, he turns to me and sees me. He puts his arm up and out and our palms meet as I put my hand in the ‘fear not’ mudra. I immediately begin saying the protection mantras I was taught by my teacher. I concentrate intensely. After about the fifth verse everyone vanishes into a pale golden light.

Wake: Another Hitler dream. This has become the symbol of evil in my dreams. I used to have a lot of dreams with killing, but they didn’t really worry me so much–it was easy enough to see it as a metaphor. Hitler is more stressful for me. I tried to think of something this could be related to in the waking time–Arizona’s new immigration law came up, but there are many others. Most importantly, in the dream I am secure in the protection that my Guru has given me. I have used the protection mantras in waking time and in dreamtime many times. In waking time the mantras dispell negative energy and provide physical protection. In dreamtime they usually break the spell of the dream. There is so much negativity in the world. Some of it is very compelling, drawing us into a nightmare. For me it is important to remember that I participate in manifesting reality, (it is a group project,) and that projecting the most positive energy possible will do more than being drawn into a nightmares and nightmarish situations. This doesn’t mean that I think such negative situations should be ignored. It is an alternate way to react to the negativity.

Shannon’s oil blend “Medievel Mix” is what I sniffed before I went to sleep and had this dream. The oil contains dream herbs: lavender, thyme and rosemary. Thyme is good for nightmares. It’s funny because it seems like I have a bad dream whenever I take it, but somehow I have a really great attitude about the nightmare and get a lot out of it. So…I guess it improves nightmares, or perhaps helps process nightmares. It is purported to be great for kids with terrors. Lavender is good for insomnia, especially for sensitive people. Rosemary is for remembering and protection.

Our dreams have different roles, and different ways to teach us. I find that my dreams often provide me the reassurance of protection, love and hope that I may not see, or allow myself to feel in the waking time. Somehow these messages are very easily received while asleep, and yet awake, my fears and insecurities, or ‘rational thought’, obscures them. Dreams such as these serve as a reminder of the benevolence and support that we are forgetting/ignoring. We may take a lesson to endeavor to cultivate deeper relationships with such forces of good in other waking dreams.

On the other hand dreams can sometimes be filled with horrible fantasies or, even worse, metaphors of the unpleasant side of waking time. I tend to look at these dreams one of two ways (well…three). Either they are a wake up call saying, “Hey, are you the dreamer or the dreamed? Time to be lucid and make some changes.” Alternately, bad things may happen in the dreamtime so that you don’t have to experience them in waking. “Well…three”, being that sometimes we have wretched dreams because we are out of balance physically, for example: extremely violent dreams often occur when people are overheated.  I find it best to consider the dreams from various perspectives. Such as, if this dream is a metaphor for my life, or warning, I might do such and such. Or taken on more literal level it might mean… For example: I dream that I need to eat a kidney soaked in dandelion. Well, on one hand it might be suggesting that I need to do some work on my kidneys (water processing system/grief organ) which may involve taking dandelion which is both a strong diuretic and great for deep inflammation/anger, not to mention investigating the role of that organ and plant in my life, and what it would mean for me to eat meat. Or, on an even more literal level: perhaps it would be good if I eat some kidneys saturated in dandelion–getting both the meat and the dandelion (I am a vegetarian, and at the time I had this dream I had had others about eating meat).  Dreams act on many different levels, and I find it very helpful to write your dreams down, you may get a great first impression of a dream, only to look back with a year’s perspective to say, “Oh my goodness–that dream was about that thing I was thinking about, but…it was also so obviously about the loss of my relationship with X”.

Just as we have beautiful moments and nightmares in dreamtime, we experience similar highs and lows in the waking time. We can learn a lot by looking at our waking dreams with similar analysis. When faced with a frustrating situation we might ask ourselves, how am I contributing to this ‘nightmare’. Is my pride preventing me from turning this disagreement into a truce? Am I not willing to let go of something bad, and just walk away? How am I limiting this area of my life?  We can take hold of the reigns in a scary situation by manifesting changes through our intent. Rather than allowing our patterned reactions to govern us, we can instead envision our preferred outcome and how it would feel to experience this.  This act can change our feelings about what we think is possible, it can affect the situation physically, and/or it can improve our emotional take on the situation.  By using our intent and imagination, we can ‘dream up’ a preferred waking reality. Because the waking dream is more of a “group project” it may not entirely change the situation, but you may still be surprised by how much your intent affects your environment.

When enriching/spiritual moments occur, it is good to take note: how did my actions contribute to this happening and how can I encourage more moments like these to occur? Regardless of whether the dreams seem positive or negative they are filled with information, in a language written for the dreamer, that can help us to live a better life.  I have learned so many things from the guidance of my dreams: To ask questions of my environment, to interact more freely with animals, crystals, and herbs. To interact with things that scare me too. That it is possible to deeply connect with time and space. That these interactions grow oneness. We can use our intent to encourage these positive experiences as well. This is a way that we can practice lucidity in the waking time.

For the last three or four months I have been trying to find some Elderberry wine in the local shops. Yesterday I spoke with my herb instructor/olist and was feeling the plant energy strongly. Afterwards I ran to Fred Meyer’s to get some last minute avocados. After grabbing one, I wander, feeling a bit guided, into the wine area. It is not an area that I normally go to as I’m not a drinker. I will, however, make an exception/create an opportunity for an exception, if the alcohol is herbal. (I had some Wild Wines Lemon Balm wine last year, very heating and strong.) I found myself directly in front of all sorts of fruit wines. Hmmm…I asked myself, “Could it be…here in Fred Meyer’s of all places?” I look and look through all the bottles, and sure enough there is some crappy Manischewitz Elderberry wine. Oy vey! I know it’s going to taste like juice, but I am totally game.  I’m just hoping that the “artifical colors and flavors” that they so prominently advertise on the front of the bottle are not what makes it elderberry.

Later that night I drank a glass with a couple friends. It has been a long time since I drank regular wine, but it seemed more mellow, warmly expansive, and less of a bonk over the head than straight-up grape wine. It had a more subtle flavor than welch’s, although not too far off. And–yeah! for me–it did not give me the feeling that my limbs are falling off that I get from most alcohols, including a strong kombucha. I liked it, but very much look forward to trying some that is not so sweet. The let down from the sugar high was probably worse than the let down from the alcohol.

To add to the excitement of my super herby day my friends and I spent some time talking excitedly about nettles (but, how else can you talk about nettles–they are so exciting!). We’re planning a little nettle party, that will include, as I so eloquently put it in my happy tipsy state:  

‘I hope there will be beer making, soup, and that I get to flagelate people.’

Thank you to Martha Stewart, here’s a great Nettle soup recipe. I can’t wait to make it again. We’ll be experimenting on my balding friends to see if the nettles will bring back their hair.

Later that night I slept with my crystal for the first time in a while and at one point woke up with it by my left hip (it tends to wander to where it’s needed). I had visions of little children and babies all night long.  All in all making it was an exciting day and night.

Dream: I’m kneeling on a small side porch with another lady. The wood is golden and the yard is full and green. A young boy lays before me. He has died. A man walks up to us, we tell he has died. Just as we say this he comes to.

Inside the house is as large as the porch is small. There are wood beams made from the same golden wood. The boy is running around inside now.

There are huge room dividers–8′ to 10′ tall and 10′ to 12′ wide–they are wooden frames with many windows that have glass blocks hanging in them. The dividers are on wheels and the blocks swing when they are moved. There is one with colored glass (purples and reds) and one with clear glass with different textures–like swimming pool glass bricks. I move them because they are meant to be moved and am surprised when the wall doesn’t fall over. I had a feeling it was going to fall over. The boy moves the same wall back towards me a bit, but he is rough and it does fall over. I note that this was what I had thought would happen.

I walk outside now. It is more shadowy and woodsy now, feels like fall.

One of three witches comes up to me–she asks me to join them, smiling. I had been looking for that, but now I am with the people at the house. I glance back in that direction. They aren’t focusing our energy together as the witches would, but we work well together. I am happy with them now.

She says again that they’d like me to join them, but I have to give up my asshole. They all have, she says, they’ve had asshole-ectomies, if you will, and are no worse for it.

Several questions/thoughts come to mind:

a.) Give up my asshole–wtf?

b.) Isn’t it a little hard to hold your shit in without an anal sphincter?

“We’re all free flowing with our shit,” and raises her arms and shakes her hips softly side to side as she says this.

c.) I wonder if they are really talking about my butt tension (I have a tendency to hold tension there), because of the way she shook her hips gently as she said that–so relaxed!

(All the witches have round hips and butts, a little plump, but it is clear (somehow), even through their skirts, that they have no assholes.)

d.) “What do you do?” I ask.

They say together that they have a river that runs through their house. “We get our answers there, but not just that–we get our answers everywhere,” they say, and smile together. I can see the river that runs through their house in my minds eye. It is filled with clean rolls of toilet paper and paper towels.

e.) Clean toilet paper rolls in the water–a little perplexing…is this what our processed water is these days?

f.) I totally relate to “getting the visions anywhere”, and this makes me happy to hear it from them.

g.) The cabin, a little dark wood sided thing, that stands behind them, is up off the ground a couple feet, reminds me of the trailer to be.

h.) I have to think about whether I want to get rid of my asshole at this point–the idea is a little confusing to me.

I walk away with my hands in my front pockets.

A woman comes up to me directly. She asks for help with a personal problem she is having. The light here is sunnier and warm. I start to guide her to the place where we will talk. (I think of the crystal and wish that I had it with me to help see.) Before we get there, she says “this is all I see and shows me an image of a muddy pool with something at the bottom. I say, “This is all you see?” It seems like a lot to me.

I dive into the pool. In the backgound I hear the witches, a bit jealous, wishing they could do what I was doing right now–seeing into the dream water. The crystal is with me, without out being in my hand. The water is clearer underneath the surface. I swim down to the broken car at the bottom. There are several male barbies tied to the wreckage with a rope. (I see people as barbies often in this dreamspace–the dreamspace of others). I don’t know if the man that has been physically hurting her is dead with, or has killed these people, but I know he is no longer an issue to her. I swim up and tell her that she is safe now.

Wake: I’d been having some nightmares and trouble sleeping the last couple nights. So, before going to bed, I thought about my dream skills, and pictured myself in the middle of the directions/elements, and feeling their energy. I wasn’t even really thinking about it being the fall equinox, because I always think of it as on the 23rd of Sept, my birthday, as it was the year I was born.

This dream is full of exciting stuff. The young boy dies–is this the first half of the year coming to a close? Aries, the young boy/mars energy pretending to pass away–but still making mischief–while the female, venus energy is more dominant?

The witches seem like the other corners of the compass. I had been looking for them, but had forgotten.

The dream trailer pops up twice. I am reminded of it in the witches cabin, and it is the place that I would lead the woman who asks for my help to.

This dream was such an exciting dream to have the morning of my birthday. Fall is the time of the West–the setting sun–also in line with dreams, crystals, visions, water and emotions.

Asshole: Well, this one was a little confusing to me. I talked with Kevin and I think he was spot-on, when he suggested that this had to do with the root lock. The root lock is a certain way to tightening the anal sphincter that pushes the spiritual energy upwards. Or, to say that my spiritual path, which is all about sending the energy upwards, would need to be relaxed to allow both directions of energy flow. By letting this go, the energy is able to freely flow in and out through both the top of the head (crown) and root chakras. This would seem to allow for channeling to happen without the energy “sticking” to you–or holding on to the energy/information coming from outside. Also, it can be more easily grounding–which would be helpful in working with healing, like with the woman in the dream.

Dreams:

1. I am laying in a bed in a hospital, resting with my hands behind my head. I am looking over at the window, which is open about a foot, and there a hummingbird faerie is hovering. The faerie is about 14″ long, she has her back to me, and her tail curls under towards her stomach. The way her body looks, it could almost be made out of carved, and painted wood. She is there for 10-15 seconds, and then a doctor strolls in. The doctor has curly bobbed hair–reminding me of a perm and cut I got in 5th grade–a couple nurses trail behind her. I tell her, “I’ve just seen a hummingbird faerie!” Her response: “I don’t believe you.” I am not feeling so bad about this response. Mostly I am just very excited to have seen this beautiful creature.

An interesting result of my search results, but not looking like this:

Wake: Sometimes I see little dots of light here and there. They have a very particular presence to them. Usually they are small and white, but sometimes they are different colored. Yesterday I saw one that was much larger and golden colored. I have a friend who sees these too, and she thinks they are spirits/faeries. Before bed I asked to understand more about these little stars, and this dream seemed in answer.

My dreams have had a different edge to them the last couple days. I have put my seed crystal aside for a bit and am sleeping now with a ruby/kyanite sphere. I am eager to learn from these minerals together. Ruby is very invigorating/mars related; kyanite balances chakras.

2. I go to the place where I take pictures. I walk in front of the narrow piece of land with my camera hanging from my neck. I see the dry ground with stringy dead grass, where I have taken many photographs. This space has half a fence, that is trailing (like at a beach), and is between buildings. Today I look up past the workers in the yard, who are eating their sack lunches, and to the sea down the hill. It is bright blue, and the grass gets greener as it gets closer to the water. The scene is full of life and beauty. The supervisor recognizes me and he says, “they have seen you taking pictures of the ground” (the workers had been talking about me in Spanish. I say, “Yes, but look at what is here today,” gesturing at the sea. He turns around to appreciate the view.

I follow the supervisor down to the warehouse. Usually I take pictures, but today I am harvesting used toilet seats for my mobile home park. He understands my creative process.

Wake: I’ve never seen this place before in dreamtime. It reminds me of a couple spots I have seen in NE Portland, down on Mississippi and thereabouts. There are a few empty plots of land that are for sale, or for rent, right in the middle of main street development, that seem like perfect spots for a dream trailer.

I worked on the trailer this weekend–it is such a different process from my usual art projects. It requires so much physical rejuvenation. People ask me what I want to do to it, and always somewhere in there is a composting toilet, and then eventually it becomes an on again, off again part of my sustainable trailer court (one of my dream occupations: landlord of a sustainable trailer court). At this point the trailer work is more laborious and less creative. But, I always remember: It is hard work bringing the dreamtime into the waking. Fortunately I have another little project that is much more creative to keep me going until the trailer really starts to come to life. More on that to come.

Dream: I am in a university type place. It has a campusy-feel, with trees and paths, old buildings and some people about. That is all in the background. A man holds my shoulders and points me in the direction North. My eyes close, I feel the energy come through me. The energy moves my head to the side and as it does I see that he has held a small quartz point in front of my third eye.

He holds my shoulders and points me East: I see the sun right before me over a green crest. I feel the energy move through me.

Again he moves me by my shoulders, this time pointing me West: I look and it doesn’t make sense. Based on the way the sun was looking East, and where the mountain was, this really shouldn’t be West. I run back towards the university, to my point of reference, to try and figure out West.

He does not like this. I can’t see him while I run, but I can feel him. He is a stern man, not without a sense of humor, but not one to go against–he is to be respected. I see that the sun is directly above me. Realizing I am not totally aware of the time and place, I go back. Again he is with me and points me to the West. He says, “I just wanted you to get a feel for the terminology.” Immediately and so strongly I feel the water energy. I see a snake like river stretch out before me. It actually is to my side and then hidden by a hill and then continues in front of me. I feel the river as one gigantic entity, as myself. I feel it is not just the water, but the current of the entire river. One energy force as it curves back and forth. It is my body and not only that, but also I feel the ripples of light dancing just above my physical body. It is very pleasurable to have the Sun be in my energy in this way. It is the play of light on the surface of the river.

The Energy of the River is so strong and sweet that I sway backwards. At first he rights me, but then he guides me to the ground, and I can just be with the space.

Some people come up on this little off the sidewalk dirt path that I am on with the man. I am coming back to the moment, but not quite there. He holds my shoulders as I sit up. He says to them, “Shhh… she’s taken some plant IV.” I start to argue, “No, I haven’t taken anything.” He doesn’t like to be argued with. He fights me, (I am a young sandy haired nerdy man at this point). He fights me, and creams me, like any good video-game fight, it hurts just that much too, i.e. not at all, but I do see that I should not argue with him.

He leaves, and I hear the sweetest chants to Anandi Ma. I am sitting on the ground, as myself again. I get up to walk with my friends a bit. I want to walk a little further and see if there is a house here that I could have, I would love to live here. We see a house that is small. Better suited for mail or birds perhaps. We go a bit further and we see a house. Ugh, it is that same house that we had seen at another time, the huge one that costs way too much for anyone. The people who live there a rich and settled, but also welcoming.

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During the night I had a couple other dreams that seem related, one where I ate a chunk of the airy crustiness of the quartz crystal that I sleep with. Another where I was talking about Dr. Lu, and thinking about the herbs, and telling my friend about how my thyroid could be well in only a couple months.

Wake:

In my last elements dream, Calea Zacatechichi-dream said that connecting with the elements would bring wellness. It seems there is a lot of support to my becoming well. This dream brings back the energy of Calea. This man is like no one I know. While the man’s energy does not seem exactly like the energy of the plant in the previous dream, it is obvious that it is the same work continuing.  It may be the plant spirit revisiting. He is helping yet, also, perhaps saying, “why haven’t you been working with the elements?” I am so grateful for his visit. While I have intended to begin working with the elements again since the first dream, alas time flies, and I have done little. I have been a little more attentive to the Earth, as that was the element not in the last dream. In this dream I don’t remember South/Fire. Water is my strongest element. I love the River/Water/West. I love the man in my dream–thank you so much for your help!

I think that this dream says, stay away from the intellectual (university) understanding of the elements, just feel the terminology (i.e. feel what North, East, South and West means). I am good at that, good at feeling. But feeling takes time, and you can’t really make a plan to feel. So that is my hang up. I need to just feel and let it go through me. Have confidence that the feelings will be there as soon as I open myself up to them. I hope to work more with Calea Cheech and the elements. Maybe I will do a little planting today, invite the physical form of Calea into my space.

Also the dream man leaves me with the sounds of my Guru. This is another way to healing, to be in the meditative space and with Her guidance. And, finally, I realize that I have been trying not to sleep too long, so instead I am a bit tired and don’t have my awesome dreams those nights. So, I think I will sleep until I am ready to wake, meditate, and feel the elements. Sounds very nurturing.

This week at herb group we did Yerba Santa. In the herb group we take a plant by tincture and meditate on it without knowing its name. We talk about our experiences and later find out its name. This was actually my second time with Yerba Santa, I recognized her fairly quickly.

This plant made me feel so comforted and unconditionally loved. I wanted to offer something back to the plant in exchange for these joyful feelings. So, I opened my energy body up to offer her what I was inside. Not sure what I would find, or what I could possibly offer/share with this amazing love plant. I was pleasantly surprised to find the seed crystal that I have been sleeping with the last 3-4 months. It appeared pointing up at the level of my third chakra. How nice to be aware of the love from Yerba Santa and then to see the love interaction happening between me and the crystal that I was much less aware of.

Later, during our second round of meditating on Ms. Santa, it was as though a veil was lifted and I saw that I was in a dream. I looked around at the dream. As usual, when I realize I am dreaming, I asked myself, “what do I want to do now?” This time however, instead of doing something, I got the message “what a nice dream this is.” Appreciation of the dream created!

So often the dream is unpleasant or less than supportive. This dream, of working together with Yerba Santa and a group of open-minded plant lovers, is very pleasant and supportive. Thank you!

Before I went to sleep I asked the crystal to show me a more gentle way of working with it. I also asked for it to share with me more about how it works and how it makes people lighter (as it did in my last dream).
Dream: I am helping dead people. They are dead people who don’t know they are dead yet, or perhaps they have a strong suspicion but they know that if they admit it, they will be giving up even the illusion of their body. I am given an assignment, which is a picture of the person (how they appear energetically) and what I am to do for them. With each person (assignment) the idea is basically the same. They come to me, we interact, during the interaction I bring them to their happiest memories, while they are in this state of happiness I somehow facilitate their leaving their body. At that point they have totally released their physical body and it is a much better state for the soul to be in.

This process helps many people.

One assignment is for a man–his picture is of an albino deer with a mouth and eyes that close and open like a fish’s mouth. He reminds me of a peacock that I have seen. When I see him “in the flesh” he is more man-looking, but with pale blue green peacock feathers, these grow out of him and he plays with them nervously. He avoids me, even while he stands in front of me. He leaves without our interaction taking place.

I go on to my next assignment which involves taking the woman back to the happiness that came during the ultrasound of her pregnant belly. Before this happens, I see the man again. He is still avoiding me, although this time I see him as he appeared while human. He is skinny, with a thin frame and short dark blond hair. He wears a zip jacket and pants. He was a scientist. He is young. I talk to him about how if we do our thing together then he will be able to go to the meeting. (He is standing outside the room where the meeting is being held, as though he wants to go in. Several people are entering the room.) He says “If I do that then I will really be dead.”

Wake:

This dream left me feeling very good, even though “assistance from the body” wasn’t able to happen for the last guy. It seems very weird to say I did anything to help people let go. It just seemed like I was there for another force to work through. Something very subtle.

Perhaps the crystal can be used to help in the process of death, to lighten souls and return them to their unformed state. I think this dream also was informed by a conversation I had with Kevin yesterday about the heart as a reality generating device.

We’ve had many discussions about the mind as a reality generating device, i.e. lucid dreaming while waking and asleep–imagine it to be so and it will be way more likely to happen. Kevin had heard something about how you can imagine that the thing you manifest has already happened, visualize this, but then feel how you would in that reality. According to his source, the heart-mind working together has more success than just the mind.

In the dream the heart was the way to release people from their fear of death/loosing the body. When people die in our country is their a lack of care for the heart? It seems so cold when people die in the hospital, but who am I to say. The man in the dream reminds me of a patient I worked with last time I was at the hospital. He was young and so sick, and had been sick for most of his life. He seemed very distant from his heart. In the dream it is almost as though the man says “If I feel what it feels to be really alive, then I will really die.”

In the hospital I often try to figure out what makes people happy (i.e. kids, hobbies) to distract them from what I am doing, (which they usually do not like, but have to deal with). With this man, I was unable to connect, he was so sick and so withdrawn from his body. I wasn’t worried about not connecting when I left the room, but I was concerned for him. I see so many people everyday–this has been a gift that has taught me how very differently people deal with the stress of illness. I often find our medical system to be strange. I am much more a fan of natural medicine, heart centered approaches, and empowering the patient. These seem deficient in our hospitals, but every unique person that works at the hospital has the opportunity to bring these things to the patient. Perhaps working with the crystal has helped me and could help me to do more in this area.

Dream:

I am doing some healing work on a client. She is laying on a massage table in a small room with cloth hanging in the doorways. Outside is a market area. The client wears a dusty-red tee-shirt. There is someone else in the room, wearing forest green, they are taking notes. It is a dim and nurturing environment, even though just outside is busy.

I am working on the lady using energy, but then I start using the crystal wand (the one I have been sleeping with the last couple months). When I use it I can feel the energy being moved through her body so strongly and effectively. The way I am doing it seems a little harsh (it is the way it has been done to me) I wonder if there is a gentler way to do this work. She looks a little scared when I use the crystal. I don’t want to ask her about it, because I know it is working so much more strongly than if it were just me. I ask her if it makes her nervous and she nods ‘yes’. She seems put off by things that are outside her reality tunnel. So I do the rest of the work with my hands and using the crystal mentally. I don’t really like just using my hands. I like using the crystal directly.

She gets up off the table when we’re done. She seems to be doing better–feeling lighter. I hold my arm around her shoulder as I take her to the door and I say: “Now, don’t be surprised if for the next day you might feel more open to ‘new age’ stuff. Then next time it will last longer, and the next time even longer. You may even be tempted to buy a new age cd, but don’t worry.” This openness is because of the crystal working within her.

Wake:

I was so happy about this dream. It has been a long time since I was aware of the crystal’s presence in my dreams. I am interested in exploring different ways to work with the crystal–gentler ways perhaps, but maybe this method is good, I just need to see how it works more.

Sita Ram!

Dream:

In some dark building. I look at a bunch of people. They are sitting with their blankets. One is made of two buffalo hides sewn together in the middle to form a rectangle. This blanket is dirty and there is no energy in it. It is a sad blanket. I am instructed to take it to a powerful place and put the energy back in it. I think this means a place in nature, but once I get outside I am guided up the outside metal staircase, to the roof of a five or six story building. This building is among the trees, it seems like an old hospital or maybe a office or apartment building. This was the building I was just in. There are people milling about around the building. I sit on the side of the roof opposite the stairs. I hold my hands above the blanket and let the energy fill the blanket. I think that maybe it is so low energy because it was made by killing without respect.

Soon the blanket is full of energy and I have a vision of a buffalo surrounded by vivid green grass. I feel joyful, the buffalo seems joyful. We communicate, in a way where my spirit body communicates but my mind doesn’t really understand. My body moves as this happens. People are walking around on the roof near me–they see what I’m doing, but don’t seem to mind.

I am told this is my gift. (Putting energy in and feeling/communicating.)

Wake:

It seems the buffalo’s death can be made better by the energy interaction, even so long after his death. It seems like this thing I love so much–communicating through energy with plants, rocks, and animals, can go further than I thought. In my waking time, I am starting to see how my interactions, that help me so much, also give love and help to the beings I communicate with.

This was a perfect dream for Thanksgiving. The buffalo symbolizes manifesting abundance through right action and right prayer. Buffalo is also about gratitude and groundedness. I am learning how setting the right gentle intention for crystal work, plant work, work with relatives, etc can very much change the type of experience you would have. Approach with gentleness and love, receive gentleness and love. Also, expressing thanks for all the abundance that is in my life. So beautiful, so often!

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. I like everyone joining together to remember what they have to be thankful for. It can also be hard for me as a vegetarian. Seeing all the meat is upsetting. The last couple Thanksgivings I have been to, it seemed like people were having trouble thinking of what they had to be thankful for. Buffalo spirit made me feel that by honoring the food/meat and recognizing all that we have to be thankful for things can be made better–nature can feel the respect due. It is so important to be grateful for the food that we are given.

As we head into the winter the Bison is a symbol of strength, using its large head to push aside snow and eat the green grass underneath. Slowly moving along the easiest path, appreciating the natural flow of an unhurried life.

Thank you to Bison/Buffalo and to my crystal wand that has been helping my sleep and dreams the last few days.