Reclaiming Soul Travel Within the Temporal Rhythms of Our Humanity

The liminal state often prepares my senses to dive into a deeper and more vast place of Being. It is not unlike putting on a warm coat for a wintry moonwalk about the farm. I am practiced to maintain that warm pause into the flow of the hypnagogic. Sometimes it is faces, sometimes landscapes, and sometimes color and light birthing into lively patterns. These days I have been experiencing animals in this transition state as I lay my body to bed. Calming and holding a sense of warm peace is good practice for any state of being. I notice a deer in calm among the rush of animals. When I draw my attention to her, her antlers begin to reform into the Fearn letters. Now instead of antlers is a message. Instead of the intense rush of the hypnagogic it is as all my senses are wrapped in this sensual warm blanket as I listen.

"I will take you to the alder tree.
The doorway opens to the sound of my hooves.
Ride with me."

It was smooth riding and the sensation shift was not unlike entering from a snowy moonwalk on the farm to inside my home. Knowing that we bring experiences back from the thresholds of the many realities of Being, I practice sensory awareness during the day. One practice to grow sensory intelligence is to pause and move slow enough during the transition at the doorway of your home. Feel all the variations and differences of outside and inside. These practices or games that come for me to do in the day help me at all levels of wakefulness.

I was on the back of deer, dropping my thicker coat of consciousness, when I dropped my bare feet onto the green moss bed. I slowed down into a pause to feel the sensation. To be awake in my dream body that is not as thick feeling as my physical body, seems to afford me a deeper sensual connection with all that is around me. When I am more lucid in these dreaming states, my sensitivity grows in the day. It is a growth that includes shaking away defensiveness responses during the day. I am in balance within my circadian biology.

There is a brook here that filters into the freshest of babbling sounds, touching the ancient stones. My hiraeth is at ease. This is a much needed respite from the loud tumult of modernity's fears. I linger a while in this place where everything feels fresh. I do not enter the next level that calls to me in the music of brook and stone. I chose to carry this calm back to the sun time of my physical body in bed. It is a warm, steady sensation, this fluidity upon the ancient stones. It is song steady. I part ways from the chaos of moderities fears.

It Takes One

My story today from a dream last night.

I live in a small village. The American helicopter lands once again with it's troops for us to feed. We are told they are here to protect us. Even though we are not part of that story, we feed them. It's a good trade as many of them have the best stories. On one visit the leader of the soldiers refused to get back on that war bird. I saw into this as he dropped one knee and stayed his ground. Many did not get on that helicopter and a few did. When it took off I saw into the decay of this and all helicopters like it. So it is I say to the village, this one man's act of defiance cloaked us from their warring maps. We celebrated that night and I dreamed onward for my people.

These men of a country I never knew existed, stayed with us and families grew. Where the first man who dropped a knee to the earth and refused the war bird, a black crystal grew. It was taller then any man or woman of the village. It's many surfaces allowed the people to gaze from the eye of any celestial sphere. Soon after we found we too could be as spheres, the animals of the jungle came to gaze at it's surfaces. The people no longer needed the black crystal to see or travel. We were master dreamers. After a while a Tiger came and the villagers wondered what a Tiger might see in the mirror of sight. I saw in my dream boar, antelope, birds, and monkeys. When visiting one evening a lightning came from the sky. The Tiger opened up and stones like a fountain came from the belly of Tiger. When we gathered them in and made necklaces, we discovered the worlds of all animals. The necklaces had opened up our hearts so we speak, one species to another. The crystal turned clear.

"To bring the flat landers out into the deeper order of reality is not enough." I understand this statement from her. We have had so many conversations through the years. This morning from a lovely talk with her, I wrote this:

Wellness and Attitude

If one takes the attitude of ritual into reforming daily habits there is a deepening of wellness in the practice. Undoubtly this will lead to staying the new healthier habit. Bringing stressfull thoughts and attitude into the action of shifting habits is like swimming up stream to get to the same shore that is there right beside and below you. 

Art: Jonathan Rhys

Choose Your Mind

"... I hope that you'll always remember that your life is charmed, and that your magic is you; and you don't have to prove anything to yourself or anyone else to get it!"
Jane Roberts
The Further Education of Oversoul Seven

I wake up at 4:00am and review a dream. When I go to look up the name of a cartoon that was playing on the IPad in the dream, I see I have a text from my sister in messenger. She is in Copenhagen. Next I am back to sleep with some delightful energy, including a read about trees from a dear Dallas sister.

Choose Your Mind

I am walking up steps into a building like the style of the University Library in Copenhagen, except the arches are created from pillars of trees that design themselves into the red brick. The lights from the windows vary in shape, color, intensity and movement. As I step through the door way I feel the heart pulse of these trees and movement of brick so luscious. When I go inside and I am discovered to be from Earth, there is a conference of elders. At this point I don't know if I am in trouble, a celebrity or something other? What happened next had me chanting, don't leave this dream, stay calm, stay calm… I experience a bustle of lights varying in color and intensity presenting in the shape of spheres down the hallway. Then they dart towards me as if they might spear into me, they do not. What comes next is a luscious sensation of shaking and tidal waving into my space or creating space? They step into human form at this point. 

We can offer you a choice of any mind you wish. 

An immense delight wells up inside me, again I chant, stay calm, stay calm… 
Well ok, I have many curiosities like science and art, sensation exploration, and Beauty. 

Oh yes. Excellent.

We move into the first archway as if we were floating like the candles in the commons area in Harry Potter. First the literary mind. I watch a swirl of light and colors with a delight and feel pleased that I no longer need to chant. I am finally grounded and centered here. This mixture is then held into an embrace by one and we move onto the next arches. When they prepare me to leave I catch the concept that they were surprised to see me again. Before I could ask what this meant they opened their embraces and a tapestry formed, warm and safe around my body. I shoot like a bullet back to my body in bed. I was surprised not to startle awake but lingered instead on that very thin edge of liminal.  

Some of my thoughts on the liminal edge: I think of what my teacher says and knows for himself. I have the map inside me to return. I am determined to return with this tapestry woven from my choose of minds and experinces here in this body on earth. How fantastic this second half of life. I am hoping to bring back delight to those that wrapped me safe and warm, lit up in swirls of color. I wonder, how many times has my Soul visited this place? I don't even know what this place/space is? What if I wrote my way back? What would that look like? Perhaps this: I write two stories. One as an ancient Soul having lived many lives on other worlds and this is my first visit to the world called Earth. One where I am an ancient Soul, having lived many lives on Earth and preparing to live on another for the first time. This world just there at the edge of my dreams, stirs an aching longing and so i know I have lived it before. The thing is both stories, holding no time, are the same story. Kind of like how when one lives in the Now, future and past are available without directionality. 

Feelings upon waking fully into my body in bed: 1. Excitement (chanting and breathing deep: breath, breath, breath…) 2. Surprise. I didn't startle awake away from the liminal edge as I felt so much  excitement. 3. Love. 

Someone Has to Look After the Youthful Wild Boys

I am moving back into my night dreams through a liminal state. I see board pieces from a previous dream fall away. Then I am watching and I am part of these bears birthing from a cave. It is intense and hard work to be birthed past this membrane that has been nurturing us to full fruition. We are joined together in an unwavering movement of birth. As witness it is rather beautiful to watch the form taking place. I love the faces of these Bears. I travel as witness for a time watching them shake their fur into being. They stay together as pack which seems evolutionary or a uniqueness on a soul level.

Then that sensation of softening into an expanse comes in. Kind of felt like how you step from indoor space to outdoor space with quiet and deeper awareness. Now I am in a dream of exodus. There has been a happening and what could be salvaged was in a covered space. We are refugees and must travel onward to find a new home.  I am having to assert myself to get my dyne that my mother gave me. I take note that it is the same blanket I am sleeping with in my physical body in bed. A man announces that we all need a towel, which has me thinking of Douglas Adams. Maybe this is dimensional upheaval? I am asked to hold vigilance for a few young wild boys. This is not a new request as I often accept responsibility for the young wild boys. We land the night on a strange landscape where the grass is red. The sky is becoming more available to our senses. The boys wish to bunk in a cave. I am done arguing that this is not a good idea, they should stay with the others on the open grassland. I stay just outside the cave so I can watch them and help watch for the openings in the sky. I see one is digging in some small cupboard built into the cave. He finds this strange spider like creature that is plastic and goes to scare the other boys. I see the live one under the cupboard wake up, it is a trap. The hand sized spider like creature moves to go after the boy. I run, putting on my work gloves and grab the thing and kill it. That's it! Look at what happens when you are reckless in play. I make them go to the open grassland and the whole dream feels safe now. This clan is making it's way and I am delighted at the many options toward open sky. I stay until dawn. It is a good sun.

Image: thoughtco.com

An Ancient Calm

Last night when she licked my face to startle me awake I was not so grateful. I put on my warmest clothes and went for a walk in the milky light, full moon so bright. The walk took us around the shed and down a walkway beside the marshy patch. It was when I stepped into the place of trees, I finally grew gratitude for this puppy who woke me. 

Back inside I slipped under that cozy blanket into a wakeful sleep. The hypnagogic is filled with animals again and I was peaceful enough to hold that flow without becoming overwhelmed. I entered this state of being from the state of being brought to me on my moonwalk. I continued the practice of calming beyond alerting to every animal rushing by. My curiosity entered me and grabbed attention toward a most unusual deer. She lay there so calm in the rush of animals.

Before the experiences of the deeper dreaming, my being in the liminal prepared my senses into a focus for the next field of being. It is not unlike putting on a warm coat for a wintery moonwalk about the farm. Breathing into that warm pause I notice her antlers reforming. I hold my attention to the “Fearn” letters. Now there instead of antlers is a message. All my senses, like a warm blanket gathered to listen, “I will take you to the alder tree. The doorway opens with the sound of my hooves. Ride with me now. Ride.”  It was a smooth ride, the sensation shift was not unlike going from the outside into my home space. I dropped my thicker coat of consciousness. Then dropping bare feet onto the warm moss, I pause into that sensation. To be awake in my dream body not as solid as the physical, seems to afford me a deeper sensual connection. The brook here filters only the freshest of babbling sounds, touching the ancient stones. My hiraeth is at ease. This is a much-needed respite from the loud tumult of modernity’s fears. This, I carry back into my day. The moon gently bows to the sun lit time. This an ancient calm that does not shout, nor worry, I carry back with in me. I carry it back to the sun time of my physical body. It is a warm, steady sensation, fluid upon the ancient stones, song steady and I part ways from the chaos of modernity’s fears.

Image by Semka

Traveling the Stars

I sat with the old man. I the dreamer and me the dreaming one, loves him.  When I first met him in my travels, my stubborn mind got that aha of ease that is abounding radiance. As it is among the stars, place is without travel, it is one experience into another. I first experienced him in the bush country. I like it there on nights where the clear fresh twinkle of stars touches my senses as I breath air on this playground called Earth. My mind, less stubborn now, whispers of unbounded radiance, "It’s not  like we all weren’t part of it all along". It’s so easy to love unbounded when another steps in to share.  When one or more from my species twinkles back the eye of their star, wow! There is this aliveness here, on the playground always speaking, sharing, yearning it’s love outward.  He reminds me into my wholeness to lead with my heart. Sitting with him I experience an infectious luminosity that grows easiest in all living beings, in the sharing of presence. He speaks all different ways and I laugh at the accents and words he wears. 

I say this,

Words from the clinging of that hierarchy of value placed on living beings feels like vomit to me. I see it sometimes as a chain around the heart and step back to avoid the vomit that comes from the chain.

He says this,

“It ain’t no good this better then you

It ain’t worth a spit in the bucket

So I’m choosen

Love

And Again Love and again…

It ain’t easy, but it sure is livin

This choosin

I choose my battle

Spit out when I have to

It ain’t a thing I am wantin to be

More or less or... then who I am

You best watch what happens when you are steppin back

Don’t be clingin to the chain of thought”

He draws closer to me and we don’t move an inch.

“When you step back, stay deep inside until that chain holds no power

You have no time for drama in your daily affirmations

Your mind can close doors as easily as it opens them

You share this playground with All that is Now

Play nice”