I dreamt of a Goddess from India, I saw her from her shoulders up and thought “you are absolutely beautiful.” That is all I remember.
On the morning of the 20th.
A prelude to my morning meditation.
“I feel the power is blocked or I am not connected to it and I see no good reason for that.
I am in near perfect health.
Little stiff, but that could be alleviated by stretching and exercise.
I have overcome many negative blocks; I’ve had doors opened to places unknown to me before. I have felt the power before in amazing ways. What’s up?”
Water Lilly dream.
Yesterday (10 19 22) I dreamt I was sitting on a structure constructed out of giant lily pads.
What I thought was a fence, was in the center of a huge courtyard covered with white stone tile. It was a least fifteen feet long and open at both ends. It turned out to be more of a structure designed for the courtyard than a fence.
The nine-foot-tall structure was covered with giant Victoria lily pads, growing like Elephant Ears. Each overlapping the other like shingles, covering it all. Three women stood to the north of me as I climbed onto a lower pad.
Bouncing on it a couple of times like it was a springboard, I stepped onto the next lily pad and worked my way to the top. When I reached the top, I sat down straddling the growth. It was wide enough that it was as if I could do the splits, but there was no discomfort.
When I jumped onto the first pad it gave me the idea of play, the three women knew that was how I felt, and they were not bothered. I thought that they might be. They started to walk off to the north and I comfortably remained atop the structure of living lily pads.
In following the dream, I thought it might be “straddling the fence” as in make up your mind, but it didn’t seem to fit. I got, “what sits on top of a lily pad? A lily.”
I looked up the meaning of a lily pad today and it said it symbolizes the process of overcoming difficulty and growing into the light. Seems to fit with my present moment of growth.
While I was following this dream I was taken back to a dream I had a long time back where I entered a house and in one of its rooms I went through an opening in an east interior wall, there was a hidden walkway.
Walking south down the walkway it opened into a cavern of sorts and ended at the edge of a huge abyss. Straight across the abys was a wooden door cut into a cliff face. The door was flush with the face of the cliff and opened out over the huge crack, there was a very narrow threshold about a foot wide that stuck out.
Right before I reached the edge of the abys the door opened enough for a hand holding a magician’s hat to reach out. It was not a cone or a tall top hat, it was a short top hat. The closest picture I could find described it as a pedora. The hand dropped the hat onto the threshold, from across the way I could see the hat and the closed door, but there was no way to reach it.
Usually when I follow a dream, I can imagine some way to proceed, this time I was stumped. I vividly imagined myself finding a boulder field above the door and climbing to its edge and looking down maybe fifteen feet at the door wondering if I could repel down. After a few days of attempting to get past the door the dream faded and was replaced by new dreams to follow.
Again, faced with the door and the magician’s hat I thought of ways to retrieve the hat, open the door and not fall into the abys.
I could imagine myself growing big so I could reach the hat and the knob or repel down like I tried before, use a flame thrower, but I knew the door wouldn’t burn or build a bridge, possibly imagine myself to only be consciousness and float across the gap and pass through the door, even grow wings and fly, but none of them seemed to be the right approach.
The wonderful whisper of guidance spook in its peaceful way, “Why don’t you just ask?”
The moment I let it settle in and “just asked”, I saw the side hinges on the door move down it’s edge and across to the bottom of the door turning it into a huge draw bridge that softly lowered to grant me entrance. The hat turned to vapor and passed through the door and reformed.
I entered, grabbing the hat and walked into the courtyard of the lily dream. Now I was on a huge stage.
The whisperer whispered, “You can’t be a magician without an audience, on with the show. The power is believing you can do it. You are on top of the structure. You are blooming right now. You are unstoppable, save by your own choices, continue on.”
The Whisperer, “It is always the same, there is no magic elixir, there is no wave of a wand, there is no abracadabra.
You can believe in elixirs, wands or incantations and they will perform.
You can believe in healing hands, the Almighty’s touch or angelic visitations and not be disappointed, but the energy beneath the phenomena is ask and believe, it is the fire of faith.
Phenomena is scattered on the sides of the mountain, but at its peak sits God, Source, Creator of All, All There Is.
All things are possible and all roads lead to God. The scenery on the roads is also God manifested in a way to present a path. How difficult or easy each path is, is decided by the soul who imagines, believes and creates. You don’t need the physical props if you know the source of the magic.
You are Source believing in itself as you.”