Category: spiritual imagery

Journeying through dreams and meditation

Goose Dream

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Short snapshot dream.

Looking out of my hallway window to the south towards a beauty salon.

This view is accurate with where I live.

At the east side of the beauty salon, I first see the silhouette of a full-grown goose. 

It stretched its wings one right after the other.

Then I see a silhouette of a child’s beginners bicycle rolling in front of her. 

End of dream.

When I followed the dream, I first thought about the goose and attempted to fly with it but was interrupted by thoughts of Mother Goose and the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg.

I think that is why there was a child’s bike; a bicycle is also a symbol of traveling on a journey.

When I went with the idea of these children’s tales, I saw myself as an ancient wandering traveler entering a city and strewn along the path were gold coins. I could pick up whatever I needed as I continued.

There wasn’t any sense of urgency to collect them, and it carried the feeling that whatever I needed would be provided.

I recently had a dream where I received three bars of gold about the size of bars of soap from out of a paper towel dispenser.

I interpreted that dream sequence as having to do with writing.

When I looked up what a goose means in a dream one interpretation was, “determination, purposeful movement, and being an able pilot for our life’s journey.”

It also said that when they used quills to write, a goose quill was considered the best.

Thought it was a fun fact because I would like to write some children’s books.

Be Yourself Dream

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I asked for light to flow into my core all night before I went to sleep, this is what I dreamt.

Dream.

I was part of a role-playing group who were performing magic tricks.

Everyone was worried about how well they could perform.

I was thinking that if you are just yourself you will do alright.

When I first entered the hall where they were performing, I passed a booth where a marine biologist was sorting different species of marine life from one tank to another.

He was moving them one at a time from one long shallow rectangular glass tank into another showing me all the diversity there was.

End of dream

The message seems pretty clear, being yourself is always the best choice.

Just like the endless varieties of human beings, there are also many different parts of us within us.

What we have been taught to search for will stand front and center.

Many of us were not taught to search for our beauty, we were taught to hide the parts that made someone else feel uncomfortable.

As we begin to search within, looking for our beauty, we will find that being ourselves doesn’t have to feel like an act of rebellion, it can be a celebration of individuality and diversity instead.

The Well is Collasping Dream

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This seems to be a continuation of the Catching the Pinstriped Seal Dream

Catching a Pinstriped Seal Dream

only there is a man-made stone well house surrounding the symbolism of the water.

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The Well is Collapsing

I am working by a circular stone well house that is covered with a dome roof. As I am working on it I realize that the area around the well house is saturated with water and the whole structure is starting to tilt and could collapse into the soft soil as if the foundation is failing.

I start to explain to my dad what is happening and while I am explaining, I watched myself crawling inside of a large steel tank and repair some mechanism inside of it. It was something I had done in the past.

The tanks purpose is to hold water and was in a building next to the well house.

This building is also a radio transmitter station, it would house its equipment so it can broadcast.

(My dad worked as a disk jockey for about ten years. It was his presence in the dream that let me know that the building housed a transmitter.)

The dream shifts to being inside the building. There are two guys. (I assume they are my usual pair who have visited me in a lot of dreams)

One is seated to my left and one to my right. The one to my right has a great big box with a television in it. They are updating the building with new equipment. The one with the television box takes a box knife and slices right down the middle of the front of the box.

 I try to step in grabbing the edge of the box to stop him, telling him that he will damage the screen. He blocks my way and tells me to stop because I will pinch the blade.

End of dream.

When I followed the dream the word, attention came to mind, like pay attention to details.  I was also reminded of a poem I had written from another dream where the foundations of a church had failed.

The fact that the foundation had failed was what I needed to realize so I could proceed. I posted it on this site on May 30th.

These are some of my thoughts.

My first fear was concern that the well was going collapse, a well is not a requirement to have water it is the means of being able  to harvest the water. There was obviously no shortage of water (Spirit).

Repairs have been made in the past to the physical building that stores the water. That has been completed by me.

My concern is to be able to share what I am learning (transmitter)

My two friends are upgrading the equipment, the television brought thoughts of both being able to monitor the well and the idea of watching a show. (My two friends were seated in theater seats)

They know what they are doing. (Relax and enjoy the show, don’t pinch the blade)

They are ripping things open right down the center.

When I looked for an access point to enter the dream the well seemed to be the best spot. When I did, I was beneath the well in the ocean of Consciousness and I could see the stones from the bottom of the well dislodging and floating down into the blackness.

I just need to trust the process and immerse myself in the waters.

I need to stop worrying about the outcome or trying to control the outcome (building a well house) and realize that there is no way I can control something as large as the Consciousness.

Corn Kernels

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Our variety of beliefs rattle around in our head like corn kernels in a can and really have no great effect until they are accepted as true.

Once accepted as true, they become our truth, that is when they start to grow.

Corn kernels can only produce more corn, in the same way a belief will replicate similar forms and energies of itself.

Seeds of fear and forlorn will replicate that energy, seeds of trust in the universe will sprout trust and hope.

How we select from the seeds in our mind and what we allow to germinate is entirely up to us.

Thank goodness it is our personal garden; we always have the ability to plant, weed, transplant and cultivate.

If we search within, we will always find a master gardener, it is one of the seeds we carry in our can.

Gift of Imagination

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Why is imagination our greatest spiritual gift?

There is nothing made by man that didn’t pass through our gift of imagination first.

It is our greatest tool of individuality for we create for ourselves based on our experiences.

If we are not satisfied with our creations we can always imagine change.

Fighting our creations creates struggles, to accept our handiwork as our handiwork allows us to alter our works of creativity.

If we want peaceful surroundings we must use peaceful means to create them.

It is always the energy beneath the form that animates it.