If you haven’t noticed, there is a lot going on right now energetically and it is trickling down into the physical in numerous ways. My personal experience with this shifting energy initially threw me into a mini-tail-spin but I am back on course now with a little nudging from my guidance. You can read about it here – Reminder: Mission Comes First.
The summer solstice is just around the corner. Personally, I don’t find the solstice to be a big deal and often forget about it altogether. It is the same for the equinoxes for me. Just another day in the year. However, there are some major astrological events shaking things up right now that have been coming to my attention (syncs) quite appropriately. You can read my friend Linda’s recent post to get an idea of some of the astrological events. This is also a great astrological post to reference if you’re interested – “At present, the Sun is at 27 Gemini, making its annual opposition to the Galactic Center (27 Sagittarius). This year, Ixion (The Tyrant) conjuncts the Galactic Center, making this energy more challenging to navigate.”
A major change I noticed in myself were that I tend to not handle life’s BS as well as usual. One irritation is manageable but add anymore to that and it tends to push me over the edge. With the kids on summer break I have very little time to myself and am having to adjust to all the motion – and commotion – of three little Beings around me all.the.time. Plus, my husband was gone a full week for business the start of summer break and then again the next week for a couple of days. He also fills up his free time with projects, so it finally got to be too much for me this past weekend and I blew up in frustration over having absolutely no time to myself and feeling taken advantage of (again). With my Sagittarius moon most of the blow-up comes out of my mouth in extreme bluntness that tends to cut like a knife. After these blunt blow-ups I feel tons better and have no regrets because it needed to be said and heard.
Thankfully the intensity backed off a bit and by the end of the day yesterday I had a nice long talk with my husband that kept me up until near midnight (a rarity). It is not often that I go to bed after a talk with my husband thinking, “That was a nice”.
Despite all the energetic chaos of the past week/week-end today is calm and I even got a bit teary this morning after a chat with a fellow yogi on FB. The emotion was unexpected and connected to my current purpose/goal to get my body/mind/spirit in balance, the body being the most bent out of shape (literally). In the conversation it became clear to me that the entire left side of my body is lower (yep) than my right. Not only is it lower but it is tighter and more dysfunctional overall. Considering the left side of the body coincides with the feminine and the right to the masculine, it says a lot about me. Have I have been suppressing – holding back, beating down, tensing up in defense – the feminine and letting the masculine dominate? Probably.
Interestingly (another sync), the FB conversation came after I was once again second-guessing my intention to register for the Clubbell Yoga seminar in September. Last night during meditation and again upon waking I thought, “I keep avoiding registering for the seminar. I need to just do it.” Both times I opted to put it off until later. lol I keep back-pedaling because 1. the location puts me close to past events and people, 2. I don’t know if I can confront the energy of that particular location, 3. I am still feeling unprepared for the seminar and questioning my ability, 4. It’s scares the crap out of me all around. I keep telling myself, ” I can always do the seminar next year.” True but then should I?
I continue to be amazed at how yoga is expanding my awareness – awareness of my body but also of the connection between mind/body/spirit. Not only that but my body is responding, albeit slowly, as I re-train the muscle and joints out of dysfunctional patterns of movement into functional ones. There are moments, though, when I get frustrated because certain areas just don’t know how to relax and release never comes. I can’t even remember what it feels like to be relaxed in those areas either – that’s how long they have been tense!
But back on topic – the energy, its effects and how to manage them. There is a tendency for the Ego to rear it’s ugly head right now. For those who have gone through one or more Ego deaths this is a time to observe and manage the Ego. Keep it in check and if it gets out, pull it back in. Ask your guidance to help. All kinds of triggers will be available so just breathe through them to the best of your ability. Remember YOU (HS) are in charge.
Take time to yourself. As much as you need. Rest. Exhaustion is inevitable. I know I have been feeling it. I go from night’s of intense dreamwork to nights of exhaustion, sleeping so deeply that in the morning my dreams quickly fade from my memory.
Tune into your guidance as often as you can. They are there even though it may seem they have “abandoned” you (the Ego likes to play the victim). Ground. Be outside in nature or connect to the Earth in some way.
Breathe. When an event or a person triggers you, breathe before you react. A few breaths gives you a chance to calm yourself and let the thoughts go before they explode out of your mouth (my problem lol). If you still feel triggered then take a walk. Give yourself some space from the situation if you can. I know circumstances don’t always allow this so if you make a mistake be kind to yourself. Don’t judge yourself for being human. It happens. Ha!
Whenever possible tune into your body and your energy. How does it feel? Take note of it. Write it down even. Do this often. You will see changes and patterns. For example, when I am upset my shoulders tense, I hold my breath, I want to escape (thus the energy of my body does, too). Just learning to be aware of your body and your energy will lead to healing. Give it time. Give yourself time.
Finally, pay attention to the syncs/messages in life. Like the ones I mentioned above. Feelings and thoughts lead to interactions with others or coincidental happenings, little reminders to keep us on our path. The mind is full of booby traps. The heart isn’t.
The vivid dreams continue but last night I had visits from Spirit while awake and during sleep. It reminded me of my wide-open mediumship days. Out of the blue I would hear a voice, most often a feminine one, speaking to me directly. Sometimes, when on the edges of sleep, I would be conversing with this female Spirit. There was also a male Spirit that came through, but it was the female who was loudest and most persistent.
When I inquired about who they were I heard back from the female, “I was there when you first experienced the Kundalini.” Then I heard the male voice say, “I’m from Hades.” He sounded serious but I sensed he was trying to get a reaction from me. I thought back to him, “Cool.” LOL In hindsight I now think Hades may have been a message but I’m getting ahead of myself….
Their presence or maybe just the energy last night was very intense – high, like someone had opened the floodgates between worlds. It crossed my mind that some kind of portal must be open, but I quickly moved on from that. I just wanted to be alone and them to go away. I thought to surround myself in protection at one point but then knew these Spirits were harmless. I opted to announce to them, “Only my guides and angels around me at this time” but in the middle of mentally saying this I felt there was no need – these individuals were part of my Team and as such the announcement would do nothing. My partner let me know they would back off, and they did – thankfully.
Dreams
OMG my dreams were weird last night! And I could not get away from them despite wanting the peace of dream amnesia. I am SO tired lately. I sleep 10 hours a night and feel exhausted when I wake up. I miss not remembering my dreams. Truly.
Dream – Space Craft Pool
This dream occurred on a space craft in space somewhere. I was on board with others in a spacious cabin I shared with a pretty, black woman. She had decorated the room with white and lavender and it smelled like lavender (spiritual cleansing, peace), too.
As I lay in my bed (private self) curled up on my left side, a man came in and warned me that I might get wet. I ignored him and tried to continue to sleep. Then a huge wave of water came in from outside the doors to the cabin. It soaked me in my bed and I jumped up and out of bed to see where it came from. My roommate was already up and had gone through the double glass doors toward the water source which was a vast pool of aqua clear water. People were lounging around everywhere. It was very obviously a party.
I was completely naked (exposure, vulnerability) and walked amidst the people observing the scene. The pool was enormous with little side pools and large, glass windows that towered hundreds of feet high separating us from space. I got into the pool for a while and people watched. Two young boys came to the water’s edge, one had a toy he wanted to play with. I warned him not to get it wet if it was battery operated. He opted not to take it in the water.
I got out of the water and walked around, following the man who soaked my bed. No one seemed to care that I was naked. The man was talking to a scantily clad woman. I wanted him to notice me but he ignored me completely. I remember thinking it odd he preferred someone wearing some clothing to someone without clothing. There were thoughts that maybe I looked old and then I remember pushing away that thought when I saw my reflection in the glass windows. I was proud that despite my age I looked better than many of the other women there who were still in their 20s and I didn’t need some man to validate me.
I walked past him back into my cabin and picked up the soaked blankets from the floor. My roommate was leaving, moving out. No more lavender and white decorations, I thought. I remember feeling “assigned” to the space craft and being part of a team on a mission. My new roommate was male and I prepared myself to welcome him.
It got awkward after meeting my roommate. I can’t recall his appearance now but I knew the only bathroom on the craft was in our cabin. I kept trying to use the bathroom without being seen (need for privacy), which was difficult. At one point I was upset by the fact that the other crew members kept putting things in the toilet to flush that would clog it.
When I woke from this dream I needed to use to restroom. 😉 The dream felt very real even after I woke. It seemed like I had actually gone somewhere; like I had been OOB. I wondered about it and felt the man and woman from before around me.
Dream: Trying to Get Home
This dream was long and had many shifts. It began in a cafeteria (issues) line but that part is hazy. I believe I was suppose to have provided lunch for the group and forgot so I ordered sub (subconscious) sandwiches (pressure) for everyone.
The part I remember most is walking through a dark area of town on my way home. Everyone was gathered around a commotion. It reminded me of a movie scene where there were men fighting with one another. I was wearing backpack (decisions weighing me down) and a purse (self-identity). I took out my phone and took video and then the crowd dispersed. It seemed like I needed to leave in a hurry so I started to drive/fly away but had no idea where I was. I was lost.
I began to drive along unfamiliar roads. I think I was in some kind of motorbike as the vehicle had no top and there was little space to move around. I kept fiddling with my two bags. At one point the crowd shifted toward a large gate. I was warned not to enter. It was a mental hospital. I asked where the road was and someone pointed ahead.
I ran into a girl and followed her and her friends to a large high school that sat in the center of the city. The city was enormous and sparkling white. Every structure towered over me and the roads were wide and seemed made of granite. I remember asking for directions to I-35 and the girl tried to tell me and then I said, “I will just use my phone GPS” but then I couldn’t get it to work. The girl said she was going to work and I could follow her to I-30. I said it was not the highway I needed to get to and went off on my own.
The road I took turned into a vast slide and I slid (loss of control) down it, gaining momentum. At the bottom I shifted to inside a hotel room (shift in identity) with the girls. It was a very nice hotel and I commented that I was grateful for their help.
When I woke my hips and abdomen were very sore and buzzing with energy. My crown, forehead and neck were also buzzing. I got out of bed because it was uncomfortable and stretched a bit. My entire body was stiff and rigid.
Dream: Playground
In this dream my daughter and I were awarded a trip to an amusement park like Disney World. When we arrived at our hotel we spent most of our time at a wooden playground (desire to es. As I walked through the playground structure a dark haired boy approached me to talk. We walked to the edge of the structure along a bridge.
I saw a black object that looked like a missile (helplessness) and pointed it out to the boy. It went below the side of the bridge so we looked down. Below was the ocean. The water was crystal clear and sparkling blue like the sky. In the water were all kinds of sea creatures but mostly I was focused on the whales (intuition/awareness). They were black and looked like the missile at first and I realized I had been wrong and there was no threat.
Whenever we looked over the edge and focused on the the scene below I began to float up, like gravity disappeared. I would lose my sense of direction and get uncomfortable but eventually laugh. Thankfully, I never floated away because the bridge seemed to have an invisible shield over it that curved up and over us.
There were people walking under water along side the fish and whales. Then I saw two baby black whales. I notice white around their eyes and determined they were Killer Whales (guidance).
Back on the playground the young man shifted into a pure white caterpillar (first stage toward transformation). A woman who was my partner was then with me tending to another caterpillar, this one female. I ended up with both caterpillars and as I walked off the playground. The male one flew up and into my hair. I pulled him out and the other caterpillar was taken and cradled like a baby and put in a safe location to sleep.
At the end of the dream I was sitting with the woman talking about how we were going to reveal our relationship to my daughter. I wanted to kiss her but resisted, worried our secret would be revealed.
Messages
When I woke from this dream I was disoriented. Messages were coming through all at once. The man and woman in Spirit were there but so were others. It felt like a gathering or celebration. I heard from my partner, “You are being reborn.” After that I began to hum music and when I recognized it I woke up. It was Pomp and Circumstance. I knew the song, played it in high school for every graduation. I said to my partner, “Didn’t I graduate last June?” Knowing came all at once and everything felt surreal. Not long after I saw a slip of white paper. On it I saw letters appear: S – L – O- W. I knew it meant I needed to take my time; take it slow.
When I finally decided to check the time it was 8:14. Again I heard the message, “You are being reborn.” Then I remembered – for the past three or more mornings I’d looked at the clock upon waking and it was 8:14am. The time reminded me of my birth time. I was born at 8:14pm. I understood then the message I had missed.
Wide awake I began to think of current events, of the message I had received about June 15th and the discussion I had with my husband along with all the other signs and symbols. It was like a flood of info and I needed to process it all.
Yesterday there were some events indicating a need for cash, but none actually resulted in cash being spent. My husband wants our family to go to South Padre again and so most of the day he was looking for hotels to book against my advice that we skip it this year. It is not a good idea with our finances as they are. Then, later in the day, my daughter accidentally dropped my husband’s phone in the sink when I was washing dishes. I grabbed it but it went under water. It looked like it would need to be replaced but thankfully it survived.
I am feeling strange this morning but cannot put my finger on it.
Lots and lots of dreams and perfect recall lately. In many cases I wake up and remember being lucid but somehow the memory of it is barely there. It is as if I am purposefully blocking lucidity in my dreams except for certain moments. The last two nights have been really busy and my memories indicate some “house cleaning” taking place.
There are so many dreams I could recount but I am only going to mention a few because of their significance.
Two Dream Visits
First there are the dream visits by my friend Yvonne Perry, author of Walk-Ins Among Usand owner of the We Are 1 in Spirit website. She resides in Tennessee where I visited her in September, 2016. I also met up with her and another group of walk-in’s in Mt. Shasta, CA in May, 2016. She and her husband have created a beautiful spiritual retreat on their property. They call it Sweet Home Retreat, and it is a magical, fairy protected space to connect, tune in and heal.
Wednesday morning:
I had a dream where I was preparing meals every day of the week as part of my class assignment. Each student was assigned a week where they had to prepare a full meal for all the other students in their class. My week was this week and I had decided to prepare ribs (unhappiness, lack of money, or marriage), slow cooked, with potato (finance concerns) salad for my Friday meal. I choose the ribs over a chicken (cowardice) meal in my mind. I recognize the ribs as a recurring dream symbol upon waking.
I remember being successful with my meal preparation and my meals being a big hit. There is also memory of working very hard to get my house clean and getting the help of my husband and children to clean it. It was the cleanest I had ever seen it and I felt very satisfied and clean when I surveyed our progress. There is specific memory of the kids rooms which were also bathrooms having graffiti (low self-worth) on the walls from others who had visited. I remember specifically asking my husband to tend to the walls.
I asked my mom to help me with the Friday meal by picking up pre-seasoned, pre-cooked ribs for me and then asked her to help with the potato salad because her recipe is the best. I did this while checking my email that morning. I was casually scrolling through FB and enjoying myself, completely oblivious to the time. Then I noticed it was already past 8am and realized I was late for work. I rushed out making sure my mom would get the ribs and help prepare for that night.
When I arrived at work I walked up to a door where I knew my boss was waiting. The halls were all white and shiny metal and it reminded me of a military installation. The door was guarded but when the guy saw me he let me in saying “She’s waiting for you.”
Inside there were computer monitors and screens, like an observation room. My boss, who I recognized as Yvonne Perry, was there and I apologized for being late. She was not upset. She began to talk to me about her memories of when she was my age – 40s – telling me that her memory loss was really a bother but that she is use to it now. She gave examples of things she forgot but specifically I remember her saying, “It’s the dopamine that does it.”
There are moments during my dreams where I am lucid, but they are limited. It is like I am purposefully forgetting my lucidity but not sure why. I know that my lucidity made my dreams very real to me and clear, in fact I recall remarking about how different the experience was. In one memory I am opening my eyes and looking at the walls of my bedroom. My eyes are very heavy with sleep and I think I am in my physical body and awake but I also know I am OOB. The walls are very unfamiliar yet a part of me knows they should be familiar so I talk my self into remembering as I open and close my eyes and focus on the green walls of my bedroom. I experience very real memory loss during this time but do not panic.
In another vivid, lucid memory I am clearing my house. This memory seems to mirror the actual dream where I am cleaning my house except the lucid memory is of knowing that I am not clearing physical debris but energetic debris. I sweep the rooms mentally, noting areas of clutter (energy blocks) and with one thought wipe out the blocks and clear the space. I can see colors too, swirling around – blues, yellows, oranges, etc. It is like a rainbow of energy but the energy at the end is white and “clear” of all color. My house looks like a physical house but it is not at all like the one I live in. It is more like a generic house and my focus is on the bedrooms, all of which have no furniture but are bare, white walls with energetic, colored blobs here and there. In the end, the rooms are cleared of all blobs of color and completely cleaned out.
While clearing the house I recognize that I can control and clear my physical body in a similar way. I do not need physical hands or anything physical to initiate change in my body. Specifically, I apply this to my pleasure centers and am able to initiate Kundalini bliss. 🙂
Early this morning:
I had awakened briefly at 7am and somehow managed to fall back to sleep (rare). I entered a dream scene that was dark and shadowy. I saw my children sitting in front of a TV that was small, white and dated. I asked where our regular TV was and they said, “Daddy took it away”. I was angry at my husband as this is a common occurrence in our home. I remember thinking, “I am done with this!” Note: this part of the dream is likely because when I woke my children were crying and protesting something their father had done, likely taking away the computer/TV.
After talking with my children, specifically my daughter about earrings, I remember a young woman standing in front of me. She said she wanted to change her appearance. Her head then morphed into that of a younger woman. I said it did not match her body. So she literally pulled her skin off like she was wearing a suit. I helped her step out of her skin (shield of inner self, exposing inner self) and she stood there in the body of a 10 year-old girl. I remember us talking as if we were the same person and wondering how I would adjust to the change.
We both went to a computer and watched what seemed like a live court hearing. I don’t recall the specifics except that it had to do with “judgment” and being careful not to judge myself and others.
The dream scene shifted and I was in a kitchen (transformation) with my friend Yvonne. The girl was with me but she looked different and felt grown and like my partner. Her hair was jet black and she was much shorter than me and Yvonne.
I believe we were in Yvonne’s kitchen at Sweet Home. The walls were bright yellow and everything was glowing. In front of me was a plate with dividers. She was explaining the types of food I should eat and pointing to each food. I recall berries, seeds, nuts (walnuts specifically – joy/abundance) and legumes. When she got to the lentils (roots, connection to humanity) I saw them vividly in all colors. She said, “Eat a lot of these.”
I reacted with surprise and my thought was, “I can’t eat like this.” lol I was thinking of only eating nuts and berries all the time and it seemed insufficient. The walnuts especially put me off. I don’t especially enjoy eating them. The thought of eating lots of lentils was unappetizing, too, though I do like them.
As if in response to my thoughts, a jar of something white appeared. I thought it might be kefir but the explanations that came to mind was that it was a food that supported estrogen levels. So, of course, I figured it must be tofu. There was also information that the entire change in diet would support the changes I am currently and will be going through. These changes are not just hormone-related. Ultimately, the message was, “Change your diet to include these things”.
Then Yvonne was standing in front of a cutting board with a steak (raw emotion) on it. She said, “If you insist on eating meat then you should cut off all the fat (overindulgence).” She then showed me how but I saw how difficult it would be and said, “There is no way to get rid of all the marbling.”
For a moment I was looking around at my surroundings, reclined in a chair. To my right was a sign with writing on it. It was white with faded green letters. When I first read it I thought it said Atlanta but upon further inspection I saw “Tennessee” written on the bottom so I knew it couldn’t be Atlanta. I read the top word again and it definitely started with an “A” but my memory is clouded here.
When I woke up I thought, “Athens”. So, I believe the sign said, “Athens, Tennessee.”
Dream: French Class
I reported to school. It appeared to be a high school. I knew I was late and had to ask someone what period it was. I was told, “8th”. I remembered that my 8th period class was French (language of love) and someone told me that the teacher would not be very forgiving.
When I entered the class the teacher was not upset. He handed me a small piece of paper that had words in lists. It was a test but someone had already completed it but the oral portion had not been. I remember thinking, “I know absolutely nothing about French (feeling unprepared regarding some subject matter, likely love).”
I sat down and observed the class and students. Nothing seemed to be going on. The students were all grouped together, whispering and looking at me. One began to ask me about French, assuming I knew the language enough to take the test. I said, “I know absolutely no French. I wish this were Spanish class….even German. I have spoken German before.” The student laughed and said, “You speak German?” I said, “No, but I can read and pronounce it.” In my memory I recall learning different languages to sing songs my first year in college as a music major. German and French were the most difficult to pronounce. Italian was my favorite. I thought of singing for the class the Italian song I sang for choir tryouts in college, but couldn’t remember the name of it.
Then I was taking a bath (cleansing, renewal) in a side room located next to the classroom. It was open to the room and the teacher came in to talk to me. I was not upset by my nakedness (vulnerability). I remember seeing pink flowers (love) floating in the water with me. The teacher was tall, with dark hair and dressed nicely in a suit.
We talked for a while, me very obviously naked, him fully clothed. I can’t recall our conversation now but the feeling left me nervous and unprepared, much like I felt in the class, as if I would be learning a difficult, foreign language (subconscious message I do not understand).
After waking I remembered the song I wanted to sing for the class – Amarilli, Mia Bella. I sang it in (1995) as part of an audition to be invited into the music program and join choir. Imagine this: Standing on a large theater stage all alone with a light shining on you. The seats below and auditorium are completely dark except for a group of four or five teachers/professors there to judge you. This was me in 1995.
What is funny is that during that audition I also sang a German song. In the middle of the German song I forgot the lyrics to the point that I had to stop and apologize to the group of judges sitting below me in the near empty auditorium. LOL To this day I still laugh about it. Regardless of that hiccup, I made the secondary choir and was invited into the program but I opted not to return to that college my sophomore year.
Yes, I can sing like this. lol
Based on the song memory and symbolism I believe the discussion I had with my teacher was on the subject of love. And likely a reminder that it is important to be able to laugh at yourself when you make a mistake. 😉
Considerations
I am obviously doing clearing work, that I know, but the dreams with my friend Yvonne are curious to me. The message about dopamine and diet come across as significant. I looked up dopamine and memory and turns out that low dopamine can result in memory loss. The diet feels like a suggestion to shift to more of the type of foods in the dream. I tend to pay attention to these kinds of dreams because I have found them to be accurate. For example, not long ago I was told to stop taking Vitamin A, so I did. Not long after I realized my multivitamin had twice the amount I needed so I was taking additional Vitamin A which could have been harmful. Overall, the message from these dreams suggests a change in diet will help me manage certain changes beyond just hormonal ones.
The message about Athens, TN is also interesting. Yesterday, I did an astromap of locations in the US which would be good for me to live in or visit. I had one done years ago which always indicated California but at the suggestion of a friend I revisited my map.
I have reviewed this map before and again kept being drawn to the eastern US, specifically GA and TN. One specific location in TN catches my eye. It is near Knoxville but because of the map scale the specific coordinates are not available. Three lines cross in TN, two specifically around Knoxville. These lines are Venus (DS) and the Moon (MC). The third is Mercury. According to astro.com:
Venus is seen to be the search for unity and a balancing of opposite poles.
Venus located along one of the main axes ensures an extremely pleasant and relaxing time. Social life takes precedent, and meeting people is a more harmonious activity. The more balanced level of energy at these locations promote mutual understanding, and allows for new friendships to be formed. Love relationships are intensified, in fact, these are perfect conditions for getting married and enjoying one’s honeymoon.
Apart from the Sun, the Moon is the most important component within the horoscope, and in Astro Maps, its lines are also considered of major importance. The Moon’s energy lines really affect the emotional and psychic domain, which creates an internal focus.
Similarly, DS and MC meanings are as follows:
DS:
The Descendant lies opposite the Ascendant. This is the point at which the signs of the zodiac and the planets disappear below the horizon. It is a place of meeting and with each sunset, when the cosmos and the Earth melt together, its symbolism is revealed. The Sun, which represents the “I”, dissolves and the “You” appears in its place.
“The Ascendant is the place of self-recognition, the Descendant the place where we recognize others. We find ourselves through the Ascendant but we discover others through the Descendant.
MC:
The Medium Coeli or Midheaven corresponds to that point where the Sun is culminating. It exerts its strongest influence and throws the smallest shadow. Accordingly, this important point deals with issues such as consciousness, power and reputation. Planets found along the MC, or in aspect to it, exert an influence on these areas of life.
Contact to the MC-axis promotes job prospects, social standing and every type of social engagement. Naturally enough, we can only reap what we have previously sown. If you can accept this, and are prepared to assume responsibility, you will find support and patronage at such locations. MC lines put us in touch with company, state and influential authorities. We think more “prestigiously”, are ambitious and search for recognition. What matters is success and effective performance. Detrimental planetary placements can result in loss of power, job crises and loss of faith in leaders.
There is much more to this, I’m sure, but the draw to this location is strong and now I have a bit more understanding as to why. I have had numerous dreams of TN and have researched transferring my teaching certificate (easy) and job prospects (good) in the area. It would be easy to relocate. Maybe at some point I will and I think my dreams are a result of me mulling over the idea.
Finally, something comes to mind this morning after all this dream recall. On the 8th of June I had an unexpected message come to me. I was watching TV when an energy to my left caught my attention. I was covered in warm, loving energy that wrapped around me. I sensed time slow and a message came through – “It’s time to leave”. I acknowledged the message and was again covered in all-over body energy that was soothing.
Of course, the message could mean anything but it comes to mind now as I write this as does my continued draw to attend a yoga seminar in Atlanta this September.
I am still waiting to see if the message about today (June 15) will come to pass. I was told, “You will need cash.” Of course, don’t we always need cash? lol The only thing so far that has happened is a rock hit my windshield on Wednesday and now there is a crack half-way across it making its way to the driver’s side. It will be $200 to replace but I don’t have to replace it.
I’ve been sensing a new energy for a few days now. It comes with a sense that something important is about to happen. This feeling manifests in odd ways. For example, yesterday I kept thinking I had forgotten to do something important but never recalled what that was. The feeling followed me for several hours. Similarly, I kept checking my phone thinking I needed to because it felt like there was an important message but there never was one.
Yesterday morning I had several dreams in a row that woke me in tears. It felt like the beginning of another surge purge but has not since returned. The dreams had something in common – they were all about my family. And, as usual, the tears really didn’t make much sense.
For a couple of weeks I’ve had a repeating dream symbol…..well two actually. The first is fishing. The second is that I catch a “fish” that is a white and glowing. The first time it happened I caught a glowing octopus. In the most recent dream I caught a puffy, toy-like, glowing, white fish and my sister caught a glowing, puffy, white dragon that was three times the size of us. The fish and dragon both resembled blown up balloons, not real-life creatures.
The recent dream reminded me of an OBE I had a while back where I caught a scary looking shark-fish with razor sharp teeth and kept wanting to throw him back. That OBE was around a difficult time in my life where I had opened a Pandora’s box and was attempting to correct the situation.
My guess is that I am handling repressed emotions. That is what fishing symbolizes – confrontation of repressed emotions. You “cast” out into the murky depths of your subconscious and bring forth a “fish” (repressed emotion) and then confront it. What the fish looks like indicates the type of emotion and issue. The gelatinous forms my fish take indicate the emotions/issues involve inability to assert myself, low self-esteem and feelings of inadequacy. The dragon-fish is especially interesting since dragons represent a fiery personality and strong will.
I Can Feel It
During the day I feel normal, somewhat disconnected spiritually but also tuned-in deeply to the cosmos. It is a strange sense of being very grounded while also stretching my spiritual branches high into mySelf.
I sense another embodiment phase approaching. When? It could already be here. I’m not sure but several times now I have caught myself saying it was coming. In fact, yesterday I was sad in Knowing this fact, already grieving the inevitability of loss that arises out of the ashes of the death that results. It’s a feeling of touching the face of God only to slowly fall back down to Earth and suffer the disconnect all over again. It’s hard to reconcile the experience once it passes, especially when the memory hits hard, at times making this physical existence so much more distasteful.
The balancing act is not overly difficult but it is challenging and I suspect this next “infusion of Self” will only exacerbate the difficulty. The Knowing is easy to accept in the midst of embodiment. It is the after-Knowing that is a challenge. The reaffirmation of my mission, the understanding of it at my Core, inundates everything to the point that rejecting it is impossible.
A good analogy of the process would be this: Imagine you get a cancer diagnosis. You are told you have six months to live at best and are encourage to accept your fate and come to terms with your life and impending death. The process seems unending as you face yourself, but in reality it happens in a blink of the eye. There is the grieving process, the fighting of it, the denial, the struggle against your fate. Ultimately, though, you succumb because there is nothing else you can do. The powerlessness you feel is the hardest. It is like Fate comes in and takes over. Your hands and body are no longer your own.
Of course, in this analogy the Ego is the one fighting and in denial. It is the one who feels “taken over” and “powerless”. The embodiment process does have that flavor to it – the flavor of dying, of death. It takes over and then you are no longer you. It is so fast, so streamlined, that you don’t even realize it has happened until you can no longer find your old self but instead are this new, amazing version that Knows so much and is outside of Space and Time.
I’m not afraid at all of it happening again. I look forward to it. BUT I do not look forward to coming back down and reality (this physical reality) setting in.
I hear audibly just now, “It gets easier.” I bet. I have no doubt.
A phrase from a song has been in my head this morning, thus the title of this post – I can feel it coming back again…..I can feel it.” Yeah, it’s coming….
Interestingly, this morning I had yet another clue provided via my own mouth. From upstairs I heard our dog whining to get let in, so I yelled down to my daughter, “Let Monty in.” This was what my mind sent to my mouth to say, but what came out was, “Let Monty walk-in.” Hahahaha I caught it immediately because it was like someone took over my mouth and voice and spoke for me. So odd and somewhat discombobulating but not a first for me, not at all.
Another visit from the Kundalini this morning. Two events in three days. Not bad after such a long break.
Kundalini Dream: Queen of Sheba
This dream is complex and so will be difficult to recount because there are two stories going on at the same time. One story takes place on a “screen” and I am an observer of it. The other story takes place off screen where I watch the screen while laying in a bed.
The story taking place on the screen is of a queen. I don’t know who the queen is but she is very powerful and revered. She first appears as old and tired. She is still revered and powerful but her desire and motivation have been depleted by life. I see her hair as brown with large amounts of gray streaked through it. Her hair is short and pulled back in a ponytail. Her face is tired and etched with deep lines. She doesn’t smile but looks serious. She seems to be struggling to maintain her strength and pose.
She has a male caretaker who speaks to me (I shift from observer to participant throughout). There is a serious discussion about the queen but I don’t recall it. Some kind of exchange or proposition is being presented. The queen is very insistent that she get what she wants.
The dream shifts to the queen who is standing in the middle of the room. She has regained her strength and her hair no longer has streaks of gray. As she moves toward a large window she reaches down and takes hold of a massive amount of hair that I hadn’t noticed prior to this point. The hair is long, reaching down to her ankles, and has been braided into tiny, individual braids (determination and strong will). She gathers up her braided hair and smiles. There is a sense that her hair gives her strength and restores her power. It is at this point that I recognize her to be the Queen of Sheba, though I have no idea what that means.
In the other story, I am in a large bed under a plush comforter. To my right is a pre-adolescent boy. To my left is a mature man. I am holding the hands of both and we are all watching a large screen in front and slightly above us. All three of us are naked.
I am very aware of this part of the dream, especially that I am between two male individuals and holding both their hands. My focus and attention is mostly on the man to my left. I am curious and a bit fascinated by him. My memory of the man on my left is that he is young, perhaps early 20’s, tall, and very pale skinned. In contrast, the young man to my right has darker skin and dark hair. He feels to be related to me but how, I am not sure, but I feel responsible for him and somewhat protective.
My awareness is mostly of holding each of their hands during this time. I feel both their hands very solidly. The young man has his hand wrapped around mine like a child would hold the hand of his mother. The other man has intertwined his fingers with mine in an offer of companionship, protection and support.
At one point the man to my left gets out of bed. He is completely naked and I can’t help but admire his beauty. He is very skinny and white and has not one hair on his body. I never see his head or face. My gaze follows him as he steps out of the bedroom and into the hallway. I see his entire backside and as he turns I avert my eyes so as not to see his nether regions. The odd thing here is that the bedroom we are in is familiar. I swear it is my old bedroom at my mom’s house.
As he turns and walks back to the bed I close my eyes, squeezing them tightly. It is odd that I do this and I’m not sure why I do but the feeling I have is, “I don’t want to see.” It is like I’m afraid of what I will see and what my reaction will be to it.
He got back into bed and we both faced the movie screen. This is when I see the Queen of Sheba and all her long braids from above. I remember talking to the guy on my left about the movie we are watching and how exciting it is. There is a scene I mention where a woman comes on strongly to a man, pushing herself up against him and kissing him. I remember the man on my left did not react to my amusement. I had sent him a telepathic question as to what his opinion was of women who were like the woman in the movie. He never answered me.
A bit of awkward time passes. Again I am aware of my hands and what they are doing. The young man on my right is still holding my hand. The man to my left is taking my hand and lightly tickling it with his finger. I make the decision to let go of the young man’s hand. My memory of this decision is that I feel the young man will be okay without me.
My attention fully on the man to my left I sense from him an open invitation to be closer, though there are no words spoken. He lets his right leg drop and scoots closer to me. I move closer, shifting onto my left side, and position myself to where his leg fits snugly between my legs. Then he takes my right arm and pulls it toward him, laying it across his bare chest. The sensation of our naked bodies pressed up against each other is very vivid and real. There is a flash of his face at this time but the memory is lost to me now except for a blur of white.
My lower chakras ignite instantly and I am overcome with desire to the point that it wakes me up. I lay there awake, stunned. My root chakra is very large, extending down to my knees. It feels magnetic, so strong that it makes my legs feel to be two to three feet apart when in reality they are side by side. I focus on the sensations, amazed that no matter how often the Kundalini visits the sensations she brings are always different.
My partner is speaking to me but I can’t remember what he says or what we talk about specifically. While we communicate energy moves up my spine toward my heart. It is very physical and warm, like I am injected with medicine. There is slight discomfort but I know if it were any more intense, pain would result. When the warmth reaches my heart it begins to warm up, too. A nice swirl of energy results but there is a block at my third chakra. I can feel it distinctly. The energy in my spine can pass through it, but not completely. The result is a build-up of warmth at my diaphragm and a slight discomfort in my hips and just above my pubic bone.
To feel the specific blockage was fascinating to me. I wanted to will the energy in my heart to grow but sensed it was not a good idea. So I let the energy move back down. I encouraged this by finally shifting my physical body. Even then, though, the energy remained in my root chakra, shooting all the way to my knees.
Considerations
The symbolism of this dream experience is interesting to me. First, there is the Queen of Sheba. I had to Google it this morning and stumbled upon this article. I reviewed the biblical story and everything but only the beginning of this article resonated. Not only does the author equate Sheba to Maat but the crescent moon as well. After my embodiment experience I drew this image:
The left side of the drawing is me before embodiment. The right side is me after embodiment. See the two crescent moons – one above and one below the individual? Yeah. Interesting, huh?
I am unsure as to who the two male individuals are in the dream. I’ve long had dreams with a young, dark haired, boy. So it could be him again. One particular OBE comes to mind where I saw the young man setting fire to bushes. He was dancing around amused as I tried desperately to put out the fires he set. lol
Whatever the symbolism, I am certain the Kundalini is back, working her magic and clearing yet another layer of blockage. I have gotten repeated messages from my partner to remember what I have learned thus far and use it to let the Kundalini reveal to me more of her secrets. I am not afraid. In fact, I am curious and enthusiastic.
January 2018
As for the last Kundalini dream and the messages that I received pertaining to June 15 and unfinished business from January, I finally went back to my blog posts from January. Turns out I was documenting my dreams for the first twelve days of the month to see if they would give insight into the coming year. This month would relate to January 6th. Here is the post from January 6th.
I don’t know exactly what the dreams from that day might mean for this month. A good portion of the dreams involve my family, my mom and step-dad, religion, sexuality and my marriage. There may be some annoying issues coming to the surface. What is interesting is that I read an astrological blog just yesterday about how this new moon (which comes very close to June 15) may bring to the surface annoyances and upsets relating to family and relationships.
Overall, this past January was a busy months spiritually and otherwise. I seem to be doing a lot of healing on many levels. It is also a preparation month. I was preparing for the embodiment experience I had in early February.
I will add that I recall a portion of the conversation I was having with my partner this morning while recovering from the Kundalini. I mentioned how I missed feeling Alive and was asking how I could maintain it. He said, “Take a break from ________”. I’m not going to include the rest of the message but my reaction was shock and then, “Yeah, right. Like that will help.” Hahaha However, the Kundalini can be very persistent and persuasive. If she keeps up like this I am bound to give in and listen eventually, right? We’ll see. I’m pretty damn stubborn.
I was surprised and blown away last night. It’s been a very long time since the Kundalini visited and she came in like a lion. Pounce!
Before I get into that, I knew something was upcoming, though I didn’t post here, obviously. I keep a private blog and wrote some of the messages I received there. I received messages throughout May indicating more “work” needed to be done along with dreams where I continuously pushed away encounters of the Divine or Kundalini kind, waking myself up in outright protest. There were several discussions with guidance about “getting back to work”, all of which I casually acknowledged and ultimately I agreed to move forward. I had no idea really what the specific “work” would be but was told I would need another “catalyst” (God help me). I noted that my guidance told me, “It is not meant to hurt you” and I understood any hurt I experienced in the past was of my own doing.
I’ve been really good at ignoring any hints and external/internal messages up until now. I figured it best to focus on living and not get too caught up analyzing messages that could be interpreted multiple ways. In fact, I realize now, after the fact, that yesterday I received a major hint via song that I noticed but ignored outright. The song was In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins. There was a line from it that I kept singing wrong. I sang, “I’ve been waiting for this summer for all my life…..” Obviously, “summer” should have been “moment”. It so happens today is the last day of school for my kids. Summer is officially here.
Preparation
I crawled into bed and prepared for my nightly meditation. Even before I could close my eyes I was hit with fantastic waves of energy spreading from the center of my spine outward. It was like a blanket of tingly energy hugs wrapping around me over and over in waves. I perceived in front of me, standing in a circle, five Beings, and immediately knew something was up. My partner in Spirit was close and the message was clear that something was coming. What? I had no clue and didn’t attempt to inquire.
The next thing I recall is working with my own energy body. I took a small, sphere of blue light, no bigger than the palm of my hand. Inside it had a white light that looked like a lightning bolt that pulsated and shifted. I used this sphere of blue light to interact with other spheres on my body, specifically one that was white with a golden lining. The sensation of this work was very pleasant. I cannot recall the details of the process except that I started at my head and worked my way down. My physical body responded so intensely to the stimulation of the energy body that it woke me up in orgasmic waves of bliss. Upon waking I knew I had been doing the work on myself as the part of me residing outside of myself. My memory is of two overlapping experiences, which is bizarre in and of itself yet felt completely normal. So normal, in fact, that I returned to sleep almost instantly.
Kundalini Dream: Returned
The beginning of this dream is fuzzy. I remember being with my brother and asking him if I could play his saxophone (a deep connection with someone). He handed it to me and I put my fingers on the keys remembering the sequences of the notes to play the scale. I commented that it had been a long time since I had played and hoped I could remember how. The mouthpiece was not right, however, and I noticed the screws were loose. I informed my brother and showed him the screws. I don’t remember hearing the notes but I do remember playing the scale and it feeling familiar.
The next thing I recall is having a conversation with a friend of mine. She was blonde and slender – very beautiful. She mentioned a birthday party (coming to terms with self) we had all attended and a gift she had been given. It seemed like I had given her the gift (sacrifice made for another). She had decided to return it for reasons unknown and was talking to me about her decision. She informed me that initially when she tried to return it she changed her mind. I told her I understood, that it was a difficult decision but that she should do what she felt was right for her. I felt in no way insulted by her decision to give back what I had gifted to her.
Then she was telling me that she exchanged her gift for something else and handed me the left over money. It was $2. I took the money and she left, satisfied with her decision.
After this I entered into a void where I received a phone call (communication). It was from my physical counterpart. He was checking in on me and asking me to fill him in on what had transpired regarding a “story” I had shared with him long ago. This part is hazy but the feelings are not. I was nervous and undecided as to whether I should tell what happened. I felt embarrassed about the rest of the story because my actions were below what I expected of myself. I had failed. Miserably. And it was difficult to confront and to tell him about how I felt and what I did. To do so would force me to confront my own disappointment and failure.
Then we were face-to-face sitting on the steps of a swimming pool (cleansing, renewal, need to understand feelings). No one else was with us and as far as I know we were both completely naked (of course, right? lol). I called him by name and we hugged. He seemed very amused but kept it to himself only allowing a smirk or two to show now and then. I could feel his amusement but did not take offense because there was compassion and love behind it.
He told me that he had decided to return his gift and showed me a mental image of the gift. It looked like a large, glowing, white book. He mentioned he was on his way to another birthday party but had decided at the last minute to come see me instead. I told him he should go and not waste his time on me, that I would be fine. He insisted on staying telling me I was much more important and he didn’t want to go to the party anyway.
We hugged and kissed many times. I could not believe he was there and kept staring at his face and he kept smirking and chuckling at my reaction (typical). The entire time I was overcome with desire. It was hitting me in waves, intoxicating and familiar. I could feel tears slowly streaming down my face. I was so completely happy.
I heard a male voice say very clearly, “Don’t cry….” With this I was pulled into waking reality, face wet with tears. All my lower chakras were on fire and I was in a state of mild shock. I remember thinking, “Holy Jesus, F*(^% God!”
I couldn’t sleep for a while after that, which is usual after a jolt of Kundalini like that. My partner talked me through it and I reminded myself to not confuse dream reality with waking reality. I told myself multiple times, “It was just a dream.”
Dream: Withdrawal
Somehow I returned to sleep and fell into a dream about school. I was reminded that I had enrolled in a class early in January but had missed six classes. I saw a calendar in my head and the date was around January 9th. The next class was scheduled for this Friday yet it felt like it was still January. I made the excuse of being caught up in family obligations, totally forgetting that I had class.
The woman I was talking to told me that it looked like I had paid $700 (understanding, wisdom, rewards) toward another class – a special choir (harmony/balance). I asked her if there was any way I could make up the 6 classes I had missed. I mentioned the class by name but only remember that it had the word “education” in it. I assumed the past homework was research papers. I told her I could get a paper done in 5 hours. She said the papers were 5 pagers and that she doubted I could get all six of them done in time. I said I could email the professor but when I looked up the professor’s contact info the only info provided was for her teaching assistant.
Ultimately, I opted to drop all the classes and completely withdraw because I had missed so many classes and “already had my Master’s degree”.
In the end of the dream I returned to a space where I had left my open laptop, a fish aquarium with frogs (change/the unexpected) in it and a large, keyboard (harmony/balance) for playing music. The space felt like my old bedroom at my mom’s house. It was raining (renewal, grace) and I grabbed an umbrella to shield the computer from the rain only someone had already moved the laptop and keyboard. I thanked them (it was a woman) and then went to the aquarium and was told, “They are acting weird.” I said it was likely because they had gone without air and looked down into the tank. There were tiny frogs. I fed them and realized I had never fed them and they were starving.
Messages and Considerations
Every time I woke up last night it felt like I slept the whole night when in reality only an hour or two had passed. It was odd and my dream recall was extremely strong. I had two more dreams after the one above, but won’t recount them here because the symbolism is consistent.
There were messages coming through alongside the dreams. One message was of a coffee cup (awareness) with the word “NOW” written in big letters on the side.
I kept waking up in the midst of conversations with a masculine energy. In one instance he was saying, “We work together. I help you. You help me.”
Not long after that I received the message that I had not treated my body properly and it was too late now. It felt like I was being told that I had misused my preparation time so would have to do with what I had.
Upon waking I heard, “Gemini” and then, “June 15” but I kept thinking “January” instead of “June”. I heard the message twice which brought me out of my reverie and then heard, “You must have cash.” After this final message I couldn’t return to sleep.
I believe the “Gemini” part was for clarification and that January represents something that was going on in that month that was left unfinished or interrupted. The above dream suggests I look back at this past January and any unfinished lessons.
As for the Kundalini dream, the symbolism indicates that a gift was given and returned. The gift was from me to two others and they have both opted to return the gift. In the past I was told that the heart connection I experienced was a gift, so perhaps that is what the gift in the dream symbolizes? The “returned” part also seems to indicate a return to a path, at least that is what it felt like to me anyway.
My initial response to the dreams and returning Kundalini is mixed. The return of the Kundalini is wonderful but there is worry about what will result. The “follow the 8 winds” advice comes to mind. It is easy to say but hard to do in actuality, especially in the presence of the Kundalini.
Again I apologize for the long lag in posts. I just don’t feel motivated in this regard much these days. Since February my blog has become a non-priority. There are no considerations like I use to have such as – No one would notice if I don’t write. No one cares anyway.…etc. All those “poor me” thoughts desperate for some kind of acknowledgment and validation. Instead my mind is just blank and there is no desire to share like there use to be.
This shift includes a loss of desire and interest in dream interpretation for the most part as well. I do occasionally document a dream here and there but analysis is limited. I recognize that analysis of my dreams often leads me to speculation about future events. This in and of itself is not healthy for me. So, I can see the purpose behind it.
Of the dreams I do recall and take time to write down, there are themes indicating a “growing up” or maturation process is occurring. In fact, I had a string of dreams over the course of a couple of weeks where I observed the growth of my “daughter” from infancy to adulthood.
The only reason I recall the dreams about my daughter’s maturation process is that my partner in Spirit made appearances, sometimes within the dream of upon waking. Here is one example. This was from a dream in which my daughter, previously a toddler, had grown to the point of experiencing her first menses. I was washing her soiled garments when my partner approached me in the dream:
……..an older man who resembled Robert Redford came up and put his hand on my left hip. I felt our connection but ignored it all the while nervous he would instigate something more intimate and I would not be able to resist him. He was very gentle with me and kind……..Toward the end of the dream he came up behind me again and touched me gently on the shoulder. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me from behind, and offered me a plate full of doughnuts and danishes – all sweet foods. I did not take one. I could feel the beautiful connection we shared intensify and it woke me up.
I have not spent much time analyzing what these dreams mean overall, but I suspect that a new aspect was born from my February embodiment and is in the process of maturing. Eventually she (me) will be ready for what lies ahead. I can only speculate as to what that is.
Life is to be Lived
In the meanwhile, I have been focused primarily on living life. A Zen proverb applies here – Before enlightenment, chop wood carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood carry water. I’m not saying I am “enlightened” by any means, but I did experience or get a taste of it in February. There is no way a person comes away from such an experience unchanged; however, life goes on.
For me life consists of family obligations and the usual day-to-day tasks that go with it. The main difference now is that I perform the tasks of living with an awareness that was not present before. This new awareness reminds me daily, hourly, sometimes by the minute, to apply what I have learned in each new moment – surrender and acceptance is the lesson.
During my embodiment experience surrender and acceptance came easy. I lived and breathed it in every moment. Life was so much easier, much more beautiful and flowing, during that time. I got to experience the reality of a life of acceptance and ease. It was my reality for three solid weeks.
Since then that reality has broken down somewhat. This was/is purposeful, for the human experience is not meant to be easy but to challenge us to step up and into our full potential. Life and all the illusions that goes with this reality acts as barriers to the ease and acceptance that is our true nature as Spirit. The lesson now, for me and many others like me, is to learn to bring forward into this reality our Light; to embrace the “chop wood, carry water” routine without expectation, fully surrendering to the experience and the moment, and carrying with us the Memory of who We Are so that our Light can penetrate the density of this physical reality.
Additionally, I am learning how to recognize and prevent the Ego from taking over and resuming it’s dictatorial rule over this life, body and physical experience. Just because I experienced an “Ego death” does not mean the Ego was eliminated nor does it mean that it cannot return from the dead. This requires diligence and a conscious effort on my part. The Ego has the advantage. It has been ruler for this entire life and has established itself via habits and beliefs based upon the illusion of this physical reality. Tearing it down was just the beginning. Keeping it down is the real challenge.
My method is to not use force to keep it down but to instead use love and understanding. I listen to it without becoming the effect of it. Then I talk to it and help it to understand, to Remember, and show it my perspective. So far this is working, but there have been occasional upsets along the way. It is to be expected.
Plans
Currently, the plan is to “stay the course” in regards to my life situation. This means no major changes are to be made to my life path or circumstances at present. You can imagine how difficult these instruction are for the Ego to digest. It wants to know “how long?” and “then what?” It’s reaction is very similar to that of a two-year-old child and as such loving reminders need to be provided at consistent intervals in order to stave off tantrums.
At present the main objective on a personal level is, as I mentioned previously, live life with acceptance and ease. Personally, the focus has been on healing and balance of the physical body. Many lessons involved here, but the main ones are how to listen to the body and how to maintain it and avoid break downs. Similar to a car, we humans tend to use up our bodies until they break down and force us to listen and perform necessary maintenance. When young, it is easy to ignore the body’s cues to us because the signals it sends are rarely intensely painful or alarming. They are there, but overlooked as “growing pains” or some lesser condition.
If you are like me, then you just push past those minor body complaints. Most young people do this and, as there are no major complications to follow, continue to do so until such complications present themselves. This, I am learning, is a big no-no.
How am I learning this? Well, mostly I seem to have become hyper-aware of all sorts of body complaints that I was not aware of before. They were always present but I ignored them. I had become so use to ignoring my body that I didn’t even notice them. But now I am so much more in-tune with my body that I am noticing all kinds of things that are in need of repair. Nothing major, thankfully, but they could easily turn into much more complicated issues without proper rest and healing.
The main method of repairing my body for me continues to be yoga. The Ego and I have lots of arguments about it, though. “Yoga is boring” is the primary complaint. lol This is very true in comparison with all the high intensity exercise routines (running, weight lifting, HIIT, boot camp) that are my normal go-to stress relief. Yet I know deep down these high-intensity workouts are taking a toll on my body and are not conducive to a pain-free, healthy and functional body in the future. The message I received in February and continue to receive (Remember) is that less is more in regards to high-intensity exercise. My tendency is the opposite and my goal is to slowly work my way toward a more balanced fitness routine incorporating more yoga and mobility training while slowly eliminating high-intensity exercises.
What yoga does is force you to feel and listen to your body. It is very mentally and physically challenging in it’s own right. I attribute my new hyper-sensitivity to my body to all the yoga I have been doing. My HS and inner Knowing is saying, “More yoga please.” It is leading me toward certification but my Ego has a lot of fear regarding this path despite knowing it will lead to a much more balanced, healthy and happy life.
In February, I was excited about yoga and accepted the path toward certification without hesitation. Since then the Ego has worked hard to diverge from that path. Yet the messages still get through. For example, this week alone I had several messages all pointing to the certification path. There is a certification workshop in Atlanta, GA in September I figured I could go to and then visit my friends in TN. But it kept being put off and was all but forgotten until this week. Out of the blue a reminder came to mind. “Don’t forget,” it said. All kinds of reasons and excuses came to mind. So no decision was made.
A week passed.
Then, when running a 5K race, I met a guy who just kept talking to me and being friendly. He looked like a young Ewan McGregor. Really. lol Anyway, he talked to me before the race and then again at the end of the race. Turns out he won the 5K. 1st place. After some talking I discovered he was visiting Austin from Nashville. I thought it odd but ignored the “coincidence”.
Later in the day I went for a walk and parked right across the street from my house was a car with Georgia plates. It is still parked there. lol
All the while my SIL and BIL were visiting family in Dalton and Atlanta, GA and sending us photos of their road trip.
Eventually I was like, “Okay, what gives?” lol
Since then my guidance continues to nudge me toward attending the workshop, but I keep contacting an (illogical) fear of this path. So, we compromised by purchasing a yoga video package that will prep me for the workshop should I opt to go. I have until July to decide.
In the meanwhile, I opted to do the first video in the package I bought. It was a grounding flow that lasted over an hour. When I finished I felt….different. It is hard to say how really but my body felt lighter and more limber. My energy was light but grounded. It felt really good.
Finally, I want to share a vision that continues to visit me in regards to this whole yoga path. It is really more of a feeling and sense than a visual, but I do get visual flashes here and there. The feeling is flowing and calm, without stress or anxiety. I feel centered and solid in this body and life. Purpose is present as well. Work isn’t “work” anymore. It is enjoyable and part of my daily, healthy regime that balances mind, body and Spirit. The visuals are mostly colors – muted blue, indigo and pink like stained glass. There is also a sense of belonging and a group of friends who are like family.
Of course, the Ego can’t accept any of this vision as a possibility. Stress and worry are her reality. Take that away and replace it with ease and acceptance and it scares her. She is left grappling for anything familiar to hold onto. So we ease into change, show her that it isn’t scary and IS possible.
I’ve been slowly retaining my dreams for a few days now. They are getting easier to recall and messages are seeping in.
Dream: Music of the Night
This morning I had a dream in which I was attending a party with a group of friends. I recall the space was dark, lots of wood undertones. There was a guy there that I liked and kept watching from a distance. I had trouble recalling his name and remember eventually settling on the name Sean (name means “gift from God”).
Discussion was going on about having to settle the winner of some contest. Me and another girl had tied. A man informed me that to determine the winner we would have to fold towels (a need to deal with emotions for resolution). The best 2 folded towels out of 3 won. I remember saying it was no fair and questioning what would happen if there was another tie. I can’t recall the other girl but she had longish, mousy brown hair.
I remember seeing the towels and folding (compartmentalization) one up nice and tight and neat. It was red (root chakra; passion) in color. I was very proud of how well I folded it and knew the other girl could not do better.
Then I went into a bedroom where I heard a song playing. I began to sing to it and dance, arms out as I spun around and around and sang the song. It was the Music of the Night song from Phantom of the Opera, but I was not singing the right lyrics I don’t think. I felt really alive and free and was smiling big when I noticed a group of Hispanic boys walking through the corridor outside the room. I had been looking at myself in a mirror smiling and feeling beautiful when I saw them. I looked away quickly and the guys laughed. I felt embarrassed. Then, I overheard them talking to the boy I liked, messing with him and joking around about me liking him. They asked him what he was going to do. He said, “She has liked me for a long time…. [pause as if trying to make a decision] but I don’t know what I want right now.”
When I woke up I remember what the boy said vividly and I said to myself, “Ah, he doesn’t know what he wants!” as if it was a huge revelation. I also recalled the song I was singing.
The song reminded me of when I was in high school. I was transported to the memory of being on the football field with the band waving my flag with the other color guard members to a flag routine I created to the song Music of the Night. Something about the song always made me want to twirl around and around, just like in the dream. 🙂 The lyrics are amazing. Take some time to listen and read. They are very suitable to my current “lessons” (on-going lesson really).
Let your soul take you where you long to be…..
There followed an in-between discussion regarding the numbers 4 and 2. I understood this to mean 6 months for some reason. That would be October. 4 months would be my birthday, then an additional 2. I have been getting October as significant for a while, specifically that I would have a “heart attack”. I suspect this is not literal. So then what does it mean to have a symbolic “heart attack”?? 😀
Dream: Liberatus
A couple of nights ago I had a vivid dream that lasted most of the night. It was one of those continuous dreams where I woke up and when I returned to sleep I went directly back into the dream.
In the dream I received a phone call from my former boss. She was one of the few boss’ I really respected in this lifetime. She was very spiritually in tune. She was also the kind of person that could get people to do what she wanted because of a presence she had. I really, really like/loved this woman. She was an older, black woman, prior military retired, tough in word and action but soft in Spirit. She helped me decided to leave my job and opt for part-time work so I could focus on my family. Something about her energy spoke to me but she was also very upfront and forward in her speaking. Just my kinda person!
In the dream she asked me to come assist her at another school. I agreed and arrived. The school had just been opened and they were having an ARD meeting on a new student who had a 30 day assignment at the school. I was being asked to attend the meeting because I knew the student. My ex boss asked me what I thought of him and I told them he needed to be watched. In my mind he was all my male, Hispanic students from the alternative schools I worked at.
Mostly what I recall from the dream is an overwhelming sense of belonging and purpose. I felt at home with the people there and even thought to myself, “I like this place. These are good people.”
When I woke up I was reminded of that boss and wondered about her before returning to sleep. She is old and so I worried she may have died. I also remembered her name: Rose. It felt significant.
Back in the dream I was dropped off at the school by my husband and left on the side of the road. I looked at the street and it seemed to be in a downtown area but not sure what city. The building was narrow with many levels. In the dream it felt like all the schools I had ever worked at mixed up into one. There was a sense of being advised to reconsider the path of education and helping kids, like a discussion.
During this time I was shown important papers regarding the school. It had just been opened and the paperwork was information on the school. I don’t think it was a contract, just information. I remember reading it over and over and out loud as if I was trying to remember what I read but I can’t recall one word now. I do remember that the information did not align with a school charter but something totally different. In fact, the words were foreign, like Latin, but I understood the language.
When I was picked up by my husband he was in a small, white car. This part is blurry but there was a lit cigarette and I burned myself with it (pun on “getting burned” maybe?). The car was white and I remember knowing it was a rental (temporary path). In the end I walked away from the car as the Fleetwood Mac song, Dreams, played: “Like a heartbeat drives you mad, in the stillness of remembering what you had, and what you lost…..”
As I was waking I heard very clearly, “Liberatus or Confinus?” Confused, I kept listening and heard, “It’s your choice: Libertaus or Confinus” – Liberty? or Confinement?
I avoided writing down this dream for several days, yet here I am still recalling it and finally accepting that I will not forget it and should not. I have a choice, do I want to remain confined or do I wish to be free? I don’t want to confront this, obviously. My choice continues to be to remain confined because it is easier, safer and I know what to expect. My guidance is asking me to reconsider again whether this is the best path.
Let There Be Light
The above dreams seem to support messages I’ve been receiving lately. I’ve been very restless since Uranus entered Taurus. Actually, since about a week before. It was like a fire was lit inside and I felt intent to change certain aspects of my life, specifically my financial dependence upon my husband. It was difficult for me to control and led to a tense discussion. Once Uranus entered into Taurus, though, I softened and became more patient and understanding of my situation. Mostly this is because I asked for help in controlling my tendency to act before thinking. It usually doesn’t lead to the best resolution of a problem. lol
The advice came in strange ways. Mostly signs from the external world but also a few messages upon waking. The messages from my guidance came in pieces. I heard, “You will go through an ordeal” and “Your impatience with be your undoing”. Then there were messages that were felt/intuited that said, “Wait”, “Remember”. These came with memory that cannot be put into words but feels like I am waiting for a series of events and a sense of Knowing before I make any decisions or changes.
The external message was mostly “Be the Light”. I can’t recall where I first heard it but the main one I recall came from a day of surfing Amazon to find something interesting to watch. I stumbled upon a movie called, “Let There Be Light”. I watched it for a while, knowing it was a Christian movie and low budget, but something kept me watching it. As I watched I had a sudden sense of not being alone and a strong urge to speak in Light Language. I allowed it and was covered in the most spectacular energy and felt to be communicating with several small, child-sized Beings. Ever since this experience I’ve been more accepting, patient and calm.
The next day I heard this song and the message was repeated. 🙂
Protection
As my dream-recall returns there is memory of several incidents in which I dream of surrounding myself in protection. The dreams themselves are lost but not the act of surrounding myself in white light and requesting angels be posted on the four corners of my room. One time I woke after setting up protection while still in the dreamstate and felt unsettled and nervous, as if I had been under attack. The most recent time it felt more like a precaution.
Similarly, dream snippets indicate I am seeking to protect myself form something, but it doesn’t appear to be an external threat but something deep within myself. I have witnessed many times now very erotic scenes in my dreams. Every time I am on the sidelines protecting my daughter (my “ideal”, or “better” Self) , shielding her view of people having sex. In the most recent dream scene my daughter and I are inside a bedroom where two women are having sex. I cover her eyes but watch for a while until I finally take myself and daughter out of the room.
Similarly, there was a dream in which I met up with a man and experienced a strong attraction of the Divine sort. We hugged and I resisted the rising of the Kundalini energy from my heart space. This shifted to me watching a group of 4 women having sex and then being aware of sitting in a movie theater and seeing the scene on the screen.
Dreaming of being in a movie theater indicates I am trying to buffer myself from some aspect of myself. The movie acts to “protect” me from an experience.
The only conclusion I can draw is that I am seeking to avoid feelings of sexual desire and strong Divine connections in dreamtime as a means to protect myself from the “dangerous” side-effects of such experiences.
Considerations
It appears I am trying to encourage my smaller self to stop blocking feelings of passion, Divine love and connection. It is understandable that she would seek to block out all such feelings but the end result is a return to severe energetic blocks in the lower chakras which can lead to a total disconnect from the pleasure centers of the physical body and overall emotional numbness.
We all seek to protect ourselves from that which we deem harmful based upon past experiences. It is part of human nature – the urge toward survival. A decision was made by my small self that feelings of Divine connection and love are linked to sexual passion and sexual passion = illogical, rash decisions that disrupt life and thus are threatening to the status quo. Her goal is no-change, so in makes sense in a way, but is not conducive to learning and spiritual growth.
Change is inevitable. The patience aspect here is that I cannot create change too quickly or else risk total shutdown of the smaller self resulting in regression and delay. Balance is key. We cannot shut out or disregard the needs and considerations of the smaller self. Instead we must be accepting and tolerant, while providing love, encouragement, and guidance.
The “partnership” I wrote about earlier is probably the best example of love I have ever encountered. Because We must love ourselves unconditionally in our human form in order to accomplish what we came here to do. It is very similar to a parent-child relationship. We are our own guides and we are our own children. 🙂 The more comfortable I become with this new perspective of partnership, the more I see how truly remarkable We are and how the key is unconditional love and always has been. Thankfully, now my perception is not always as the “child” as it once was. Now I am able to be both parent and child at the same time.
Having access to the “parent” perspective allows me, as the “child”, to feel the love, fall into the stillness within, and center myself. It gives me access to a well of resources and support that quiet the restlessness and turmoil of the [my] human mind.
This morning I transitioned from the dreamstate into the in-between. A tunnel appeared before me and within it a vision of a beautiful mountain lake. Everything had a purple/pink cast to it. The lake itself was indigo with purple and pink highlights. The sky mirrored this. The mountains were not towering high like the Rockies but subtler with varying shades of greenery. It was a peaceful, beautiful scene. I felt myself pulled into this window but my awareness peaked and so I did not go OOB.
Before I was pulled into full, waking consciousness, I found myself standing on the shore of this lake with a humanoid Being who felt very masculine to me. He towered above me, though, a good two or more feet. His form was very human-like, with broad shoulders, two arms, two legs, hands, feet and a head, but his arms were much longer than a human’s would be in proportion to his body and his head had no hair and appeared more rounded.
We stood and talked for a while. I took his hand and told him I wanted to go Home, that I disliked this human disconnect and empty feeling. I longed for the connection of Home – the love and deep friendship and peace that came with it. He acknowledged me and explained that I was here to learn, which I know already, but his explanation was more accepted than previous ones I have gotten. I understand now why I am here with more depth than ever before. It is a feeling I feel in my core and it always arises when my purpose is explored or questioned.
This masculine presence explained to me that the human experience was unique and valuable, far beyond experiences in other realities and in other bodies. This came after I requested to change bodies, to get out of this human one. I seemed to remember the freedom innate in other forms and it contrasted greatly with the human form.
Timestreams were then discussed. It was explained that though we exist in multiple dimensions simultaneously, the human Timestream is separate from the other Timestreams (his wording not mine). I saw the Timestreams. They looked like colored waves of water or streamers floating or vibrating to their own rhythm and time. Most of the colors I saw resembled the lake vision in color – purple, blue, pink. This separateness is only present in our awareness here. When we extract ourselves from the human awareness we then can travel amidst all Timestreams and select ones we wish to experience at will.
Infinity was explored as well, or Remembered is a better word. As was perfection and the paradox of being perfect Beings attempting to perfect our reaction (experiences in) to the finite, which is impossible but achievable at the same time. It seemed as though our task/purpose as infinite Beings is to attempt to create perfection out of the imperfect. The feat seems insurmountable but within I found complete understanding and acceptance. It is not the end result that is important but the path we travel to get to an end that will never come. We are Builders and Creators but destruction is inherent in the process and all results are honored for their exquisiteness as if a dessert whose every bite is savored and relished.
I was then reminded of the vision I had yesterday. I saw the Earth going dark six times, one after the other. At the time I assumed the darkness was created by a great event like an eclipse. This morning, though, I realized it was likely much simpler than that. The darkness comes every night. What I was seeing was the passage of day into night six times. So the passing of six days. The lesson was that I need to take what I am shown at face value rather than looking for some deeper meaning.
The Experiencer and the Observer
A realization I’ve been having of late has been that I am experiencing this life now in two ways simultaneously. Life is viewed/experienced both as the Experiencer and the Observer. The Experiencer is familiar because that has been the viewpoint I have taken for the majority of this lifetime. Now, however, I am aware of the Observer as a constant. I am both Experiencer and Observer and recognize the purpose of both within this human experience.
The Observer viewpoint wants only to sit back and let the Experiencer experience life. She does not wish to interfere in the daily on-goings, actions and words, routines and challenges. Her job is similar to that of a scientist who is observing a closed experiment. She jots down observations, draws conclusions and makes hypotheses. Her viewpoint is objective.
The Experiencer is human and very reactive. She is suppose to react. Her job is to play her role and provide data to the Observer for improvement in the greater game. Her viewpoint is subjective.
Being able to view my life as both, simultaneously, is strange in a sense but perfectly normal at the same time. I have been doing this the entire time but was not aware of the Objective side except occasionally through glimpses here and there.
The Objective me has been with this body the whole time. I am aware of myself as this aspect. Fully. She is patient, focused, results-oriented and detailed. She makes adjustments to the experiement that then trickle down to the Experiencer as alterations in the path. Some are major, most are minor.
Currently, as the Experiencer, I am now able to identify the feelings and intuitions I have long had in this life as my “instructions” from the Observer. Before, the identification of these intuitions were lost on me resulting in mostly confusion and tantrums/resistance/impatience. For example, currently I feel as if in a void, and though I wish to take action I feel unmotivated toward any considered changes. There are often feelings of upset, irritation and impatience surfacing as a result. The Objective me understands the void feeling as an instruction to “take no new action” and “continue on course”. This Objective side learns a great deal from these periods and makes adjustments accordingly when learning plateaus.
As a result of this perception shift there is an increase of acceptance and balance within. I always thought the goal was to be the Observer but am learning this is only partially true. The Observer has its part to play as does the Experiencer. We are partners.
Not sure why I was thinking in Spanish but it made me smile.
Sorry I have once again been silent. Life has me moving and shaking more than usual. My daughter’s birthday is today. She is 10 years old. Can’t believe it has been a decade since her birth already. Time really does speed up as you get older. Before I know it I will be a grandmother wondering when my kids grew up.
In the period of time since my last post we have been all going through a “growth period”. These periods consist mostly of being tossed full-on back into life, the physical and all that goes with it. The spiritual is there but it seems silent in contrast to the goings-on around us. At times one might wonder during these periods if they have been forgotten by their guidance but I assure you, you have not. It is merely a period of transition; a time to perform and perfect what you have previously learned.
Everyone goes through these spiritual growth periods. No one is immune.
For me, personally, I have been noticing some minor ascension “flu” symptoms, or perhaps it is just allergies, a side-effect of living in Central Texas. 🙂 Every morning for a while now when I wake up I experience an hour or more of runny eyes, coughing and clearing my lungs, runny nose and massive amounts of sweating. After I do my morning yoga practice and get on with my day most of my symptoms vanish with the exception of my runny nose which is on and off throughout the day.
I am also sleeping very heavily and dream recall, though present, does not extend beyond my yoga practice either. My intention is to write out my dreams but once I sit down at the computer my dream memories just aren’t available anymore….and I don’t care one bit.
Another odd occurrence related to memory is I often forget what I am about to do while in the midst of doing it. It is like I leave my body, go on a trip somewhere, and then return and am unable to recall what I was doing before I ventured off. This is not abnormal. I’ve been experiencing something akin to this on and off since I had children, but these instances are different. In the past it was more of a forgetfulness. When I realized I had forgotten something the location and retrieval of what was forgotten took seconds, 30 seconds to a minute at most. This forgetfulness is like I black-out without loss of perception. It is very similar to the episodes I’ve had where I wake from a dream and am unable to get a grip on the reality that I wake up in. Thankfully, there is no panic related to these episodes. I eventually (sometimes a half hour later) recall what it was I was intending to do. lol Usually, it is not a big issue but it happens enough that I am wondering where it is I am going to incur such a disassociation from this reality.
Nothing Really Matters
I continue to have moments in which I am the Observer of myself in this life. During these periods I am being instructed by my guidance, though I do not “hear” a voice or have any memory of internal conversations. There is just an awareness of my on-going lessons.
One such lesson has been on non-attachment, and I wrote briefly about it in my other blog. This lesson came to my human mind as a song at first but I immediately recognized it was not as it seemed. In fact, those last words – “not as it seemed” – is another lesson I am currently learning but I won’t go into that now.
The song was, of course, Bohemian Rhapsody, one of my all-time favorites. The part, “Nothing really matters, nothing really matters, to me.”
I have long had this part of the song come to mind in my life. In the past I viewed it in the negative. It often led to “poor me” thoughts about life and how nothing I did made any difference. Eventually I would think, “What’s the point?” and go into apathy over life in general. In terms of human experience this is normal. It’s the Ego throwing one of it’s tantrums.
This time, however, it brought on memory of my origins; specifically of my most recent embodiment experience when I was One with Source, with my “Higher” Self. This put an entirely new spin on the “nothing really matters” thought/statement. The feeling of nothingness I experienced during embodiment matched up with the statement perfectly. I understood – still understand – that the statement encapsulated that experience.
It is non-attachment to outcome. It doesn’t mean one gives up. There is no despair or apathy. In fact, it is full of possibility but possibility without attachment to a particular path.
It is ALL that IS and it is beautiful, sublime and beyond imagination or limitation.
It can also be looked at this way……
The scientific definition of “Matter” – That which occupies space and has mass; physical substance.
Ahhh! Then it is even clearer, isn’t it?
But back to the subject of non-attachment……A Facebook friend asked me this morning what the difference between non-attachment and detachment was. I explained via a link. It may be helpful to you all as well, so I will share the link it here. Non-attachment is the “nothing really matters” statement without all the human and Ego-related analytical tendencies attached – hehe “attached”.
Living life, experiencing this physical experience, as I am now is so different from what it was prior to February, prior to the embodiment and transformation that ensued. My “growth period” this time around is incorporating what I experienced during those three+ weeks of wonderful connectedness……of holding – Being – Divine Presence……into this very human, dense and forgetful, time-infused illusion.
The illusion appears to me so vividly, right in front of my “eyes”, creating a strong disconnect with everyone and everything here in the physical. I see what I have not seen before, am aware in ways my human consciousness could never be. Yet at the same time I must somehow express mySelf through this illusion, incorporate into it, without being lost to it.
The challenge, then, is to balance the two – my reality with this reality. That has always been the challenge, only now I really see. Two realities, superimposed. Beyond that, multiple realities superimposed, spiraling for infinity and all at my disposal.
If all of what I just wrote goes over your head don’t fret. I – this Beingness of mine in this physical reality – have changed and have no other method of expressing that change except through words, which are grossly inadequate for such purposes.
Dream: French Class
Living Life in Between 