Dream: I’m going into my apartment with another person. The apartment is on the 15th floor, right in the middle of the city. Inside there are another three or four people sitting around, the manner of the people and the setting reminds me of the ’30’s or ’40’s.
Bad things keep happening and I do some things to make it better. It does get better, but still we are seeing dead animals. For example, I walk into the bathroom and pull back the pale pink curtain. Outside the window I see a dead, bloody, furry creature hanging from a tree.
I decide to burn some sage to get rid of any evil spirits. I only have a few small stubs of sage left–I light them and start walking around the apartment. The people in the living room watch me as I walk around them. I say, “shhhsh, I’m cleansing…” and stop, because the smoke has revealed a ghost sitting in the corner. It is an old black woman, she has a mouth twisted with displeasure and almost looks gray with age. She says, “I’m not happy with what’s going on here.”
I crouch by her to talk and ask her if she doesn’t want to let go and go to heaven. After a while of talking, she realizes she’s dead, but still does not seem interested in going into the light, or any of my other pleasant suggestions. Finally I say something about me and my friend being one, and though it was not directed at her, and was more a figure of speach then meant to mean the ”Oneness” of God, it is at that moment that she goes up into her soul. It looks like she is moving into a dot of light a little above us, like an eclipse. It is as though she moves up into the light–the light being her soul. It is an awesome thing to see.
Wake: Wow! Maybe I’ll smudge my apartment just to be on the safe side. This dream was pretty awesome. I use sage and other smudges from time to time. I’ve read they remove negative ions from the air–with proper cross ventilation :). Rather than simply removing the negative spirit, it allowed me to see the problem and eventually release it. Sage is used medicinally for people in their later years–post menopause/post andropause (the spirit was old and gray). Reminding the spirit of God, by mentioning oneness, however inadvertantly, finally sent the spirit back to the soul.
I often wonder about the closeness of city living and apartment living. I wonder about all the people and spirits that have been their and are there, and how it affects us to be close.
I have a beautiful sage plant on my front porch of our apartment building that seems unhappy out there–perhaps it’s the abundant moisture and chillyness of Portland in the fall, or maybe some nasty spirits. I think it is time to bring it inside.
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