Tag: Consciousness healing

Dream, A Visit from Shiva?

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Dream…


I am a teenager in a large open house with a few other people and I am gleefully ripped on acid.

(It has been a long time ago, but some memories linger)

There is not a lot going on in the dream. I am just wandering around feeling wonderful.

I think to myself, “God, I love this stuff!”

I ran into a dream friend of mine that usually appears as a black giant. I am startled to see him. I confirm a healing he brought to me a long time back. We exchange a few words.

I look out the south front door and there are a small group of young people sitting on the grass watching others act out scripts. It is reminiscent of the school the movie Billy Jack was centered around. (1971)

Some people I didn’t know entered from the southwest and I thought I had woken from the dream.

I lay on my back looking towards the wall of the bedroom and I see some images start to form. They were faces changing their features and then they turned into a cross between a stag deer and a dragon.

It shifted again and became a huge cream-white bull. Its head must have been at least six feet long and its horns extended wider than the bedroom walls.

A white patch appeared on his forehead where a third eye would be and started to glow. The whole bedroom was lit up like daylight.

When the image faded I got up to go to the restroom and the room was still light, when I came back the room was pitch black as a room should be at 11:23 at night.

I am not sure when I was actually awake…

This is the second dream where I wasn’t sure if I was awake or asleep and there was a presence in the room.

I think the acid trip was the easiest way to show an altered state.

The black giant was there to confirm how I was doing with healing.

The bull could represent the Deity Shiva from Hinduism because of the third eye.

It is the best I have felt when I woke up in years.

Gifts from beyond.

Snowballing Consciousness

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A little speck of me, a spark of Consciousness.

A pinpoint of energy, a magnet of attraction.

A snowball rolling down a mountain gathering more of the same.

A concentrated mass of similar energy vibrating in harmony.

Small matters matter when they are no longer small.

The power of attraction always draws more.

What we start rolling can become hard to control.

We can’t go to war with ourselves, a divided house will fall.

Change the vibration of the spark that rolled, those things attracted will fall away.

Traveling Companions

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Generations of expansion on our repeated journeys as human spirits.

Each journey an opportunity to experience and create new realities.

Through our many journeys how many family members, lovers, friends, acquaintances and helpers have we interacted with?

We are surrounded by those who have loved us and traveled with us through all our various lifetimes for just as our essence is eternal so is theirs.

We are one, connected by experiences, spiritual genetics and intent.

Realizing that helps us to gather our courage and continue to expand.

New Year Resolution Request

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Help me choose to walk through the corridor between form and its reflection,

to the point of inflection,

to the now before inception,

to the fluctuating caldron of energy from which all things spring.

Let me learn to choose wisely,

to choose kindness over strife,

to choose love despite fear,

to choose the light above the shadows.

Chocolate, Berries, and Bean Pie

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Chocolate, Berries, and Bean Pie
Dream
Three men face each other in a face-to-face circle, they are wearing an old style but modern clothing and they are arguing.

This is what I heard, “There is going to be a war now!”

“Three generations, a stitch out of time, like a chocolate, berries, and bean pie.”

End of dream.


My impression was that there must be a sequence of order when people are born and one of the three gentlemen was born out of sequence.

I didn’t think there was much I could do about that, definitely above my pay grade and it didn’t sound very plausible.

I don’t think that is something someone would screw up.
I definitely didn’t want it to apply to me, sounded like more problem-solving skills than I want to muster.

I didn’t get much when I followed it.

By looking up chocolate, berries, and bean as separate ingredients I found that all three are good signs in a dream.

Cocao is even drunk as a spiritual enlightenment tool in some cultures.

After I was done following the dream and as I started to work on some writing interests, the dream made sense.

A Facebook site I follow put up a goal challenge for the new year and being unable to settle on one goal I am chasing five separate interests.

Some on a daily basis and some that I want to do at least something on during the new month.

A stitch in time speaks of not neglecting something important because things are easier to do when they are fresh and before they create a problem.

The three people are my interests all arguing their case as to how important they are.

All three are great interests, but maybe not as a piece of pie.

While I was making my breakfast I looked out my window to the south and there were three large Crows in this large open lot that borders my yard.

They were close together and each of them walked away from the others almost as if the three people in my dream all turned about face and separated.

The message of the dream is, the farther I walk toward one goal the farther walk away from another.

Gifts from beyond.
The question for me is what is it telling me?
Cool dream.

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.

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.