Flying Sleds


Dream 11/8/22

I love dreams that present a mystery and then at some later random event in your life you get the answer.

Flying Sleds

Morning Meds; 11 13 22

My dream awareness began at midstream in the dream.

I saw a stack of five ladders laying horizontal on the ground or that is how they had been. I had moved some of them and had cut one down to make crossing step so I could make my way down the length of a long trench. I had cut five three-foot-long pieces and positioned them, so they straddled the trench like planks. Someone urgently needed the long ladder for some reason, and they were upset that I had cut them down to make a way across the pit. My mother scolded me and said I should have just left them alone. They needed the ladders to reach a treasure.

(I was a curious child and learned early on that things come apart much easier than they go back together, it was not my fist scolding.)

I walked east down the makeshift bridge down the length of the trench and noticed some funny marking in the sand like tracks but not in a consistent enough pattern to be tracks.

(The markings looked like my crude sketch, 1. being the mark and 2. being what would leave a mark like that. What would leave this impression could be shaped like a glass electrical insulator like they use for high voltage if it wasn’t pushed all the way into the sand and entered at a slight angle.) (It could be something else I don’t know, following energy is consistent with my interests. If someone recognizes this symbol from somewhere, please share.)

 I continued east into a large old barn like structure following the markings. The barn was old and many of the siding planks had deteriorated or had fallen of. I knew I was in an opponent’s compound; enemy seems like to strong of word, but at the same time I knew they meant me harm.

(I have had maybe five or six dreams where I am battling some different dimensional militarized force, this would fall into that type of dream.)

I am part of a small unit of soldiers, and we are making our way down the south interior wall of the barn. I am not sure of the amount, somewhere between ten or twenty.

By now we are on a raised cement floor about eight to ten foot wide and in the center of the barn is a huge rectangular pit. The ground level we are on surrounds the opening. I never investigated the pit to see why it was there or what was in it.

The walkway was filled with old rusty farm equipment and machinery, we had to pick our way through the collection. I bumped into something and made a noise. A soldier behind me whispered that we had to stay quiet, but it was too late, we had been detected.

I never did see the opponent, they were close to invisible, but I saw movement outside the barn through the opening in the siding. They were coming out of an adjacent structure.

“We have to climb higher!” someone yelled behind me.

I looked up into the open rafters above and they were filled with old machinery too, but I noticed these hanging bedframes looking things. They were maybe two feet across and four foot long and tied to the rafters in pairs by small ½ inch woven twine.  They didn’t have a floor but, I knew they were flying sleds. I started to jump up and pull the twine so they would be released, and my fellow soldiers could grab them.

I turned to release the ones above me and a knew that one of my opponents had just jumped onto one of them, I am not sure how I knew because they were still invisible.

I grabbed the twine attached to the front of the frame with my left hand and reached for a higher grip with my right and with the same motion a pole-vaulter uses to clear the bar, I pulled myself up enough to land my right foot on the twine above me. Then as I pushed down with my foot my weight pulled the front of the frame down and catapulted my opponent off the sled. That’s when I woke up.

I have never had the ability to lucid dream, but I sure wish I could have been able to continue the dream.

I won’t go into interpretation, but I was curious about the bed frame sledge, they didn’t make any sense because they didn’t look like a slid at all.

Mystery solved; I watched a show about Egyptian Hieroglyphics. It was about a massive tomb built by and for Padiamenope, who was an Egyptian scribe.

In his burial chamber he had covered the whole ceiling with a hieroglyphic mural and on the mural, there were four Egyptian deities flying on these little representations of Egyptian boats. Flying sleds if you will.

I wouldn’t have made the connection if had not been for a dream I call my Anubis Dream where for a brief moment I painfully felt my face transform into shape of Anubis. That dreams explanation also came by a random later event.

The second sketch is how I saw the sleds. They are not identical but seeing these in a dream and recognizing them as some sort of flying devise and then seeing something similar in a program I randomly recorded two weeks ago is pretty cool, especially since its fits into an Egyptian dream theme I seem to be having. Grabbing ropes in the air fits into the dream I had about hanging strands of light energy. Dreams are gifts from beyond.

I have a screen shoot of the ceiling, but I don’t have permission to post it, if interested the show is,

Decoding Hieroglyphics / Secrets of the Dead on PBS is the show. It is toward the end of the program.

Addition to this post.

When I posted my dream on a dream Facebook site, asking, “If someone recognizes this symbol from somewhere, please share.” Someone posted information about Djed-pillars. Which had never seen them before.

Djed-pillars these are Egyptian artifacts.

When I posted my dream about Flying Sleds on a dream Facebook site, asking, “If someone recognizes a certain symbol / form I saw in a dream from somewhere, please share.” Someone posted information about Djed-pillars, which I had never seen before. It is so much fun when a dream shows you a mystery and then it is solved in our day-to-day world.

Dreams can be amazing experiences.

Pearls of Purpose

Morning Meds; 11 6 22

Pearls of purpose are often born of sorrow, conflict or disappointment and

become the road map guiding people’s lives.

An oyster secretes layers of a material similar to its shell to protect itself when a foreign particle becomes lodged within.

These layers of secretions are produced to surround the irritation and this protective process is what grows a pearl.

In time the irritation becomes lost beneath the layers until only the beauty of the process remains.

We too can have irritants that can become lodged within, and we too form protective layers as we deal with them.

Our protective choices are always fear or love and what we choose to surround them with determines the structure of our pearl.

It is within our souls to wish to help others and if followed it can become our pearl of purpose.

If we strive to wrap our disappointments, conflicts, sorrows with love for ourselves and others we can shape our purpose towards helping others.

Without challenges, irritations, disappointments there would be no pearls of purpose, saintly lives, heroes or champions, for out of pain empathy is born.

If your purpose is to help others, strive to love the process and apply love to every situation.

Love’s Concentric Rings

Morning Med 11 1 22

Love’s concentric rings ripple the surface of stillness.

Love, often unseen in a sea of turmoil,

changes its surroundings.

Every motion has an effect,

every motion has an equal and opposite reaction,

a change must take place.

What of love drizzled on hate?

How do we thrive in political unrest?

We choose to love ourselves enough

to send love to those we see as threats.

No matter which side you believe yourself to be on

Love has no preference.

Love thrives in any situation

It stills turmoil, hate and fear,

its concentric rings restore the stillness.

Scarcely Noticed

Morning Meds; 10 31 22

Surrounded by invisible gases

Scarcely noticed unless unbalanced

Providing existence with our every breath.

Existing in a bubble in space

Scarcely noticed unless unbalanced

Providing existence for our every step.

We dwell in bubbles both seen and hidden

Scarcely noticed unless unbalanced

Protected by an infinite Consciousness.

We don’t doubt the existence of air

Nor the existence of our bubble in space

Yet sometimes we falter.

We fail to see the bubble of love

Scarcely noticed unless unbalanced

Provided by the Creator of All.

Altered Perspective

Morning Meds; 10 25 21

Situations and events happen in our lives that cannot be undone and whether by choice or when those choices were made, we may not know.  

That leaves us with our perspectives and our incessant need to label things.  

In this picture, are you the tree or the vine? 

Which is the event and which is the reaction to the event? 

Both of these expressions of living energy are affected by the other and there is no way to undo what has happened.  

One can choose to see oneself as the tree, which is being choked out by the vine or  

one can see oneself as the vine that has used an event as an opportunity to reach greater heights. 

We can label our experiences as we see fit.


Morning Meds; 10 23 18

Our planets orbit and spin,

as if attached to cogs on a giant clock.

The preeminence of time prevails.

Yet, one step of faith to where time is no more and

the preeminence of Source prevails.

All things become new.

Blockages unbarricaded,

conditions changed and

diseases dissolved.

It lies in the stillness of meditation in the quiet beyond your mind.

Usable Laws

Morning Meds; 10 22 19

If you place a magnet near another magnet, one magnet will move to align it’s magnetic direction of flow with the other.

It we walk, putting our best pole forward, the world will move to align with us.

When we drop something, we instantly move our feet, to protect them.

We have complete faith in the law of gravity.

Our spiritual laws are just as real, powerful and most importantly, as usable as Newton’s laws.

We have been conditioned to disregard them as unusable fantasy or that they are beyond our reach.

Reach within, touch Source, and enjoy the gifts that are available.