Why Have We Denounced Dreaming as Something Weird or Useless or Just a Bunch of Chemicals Lighting Up?

I love the early Christian churches the best, the ones that gathered on the mount before cathedrals were built. A time when Mary Magdalene was not branded a prostitute, when the Mary's were equal followers. After reading the bible through several times in my life I decided long ago that Jesus had to have been extremely progressive for women's rights as compared to his Jewish community, or Roman or other Gentile communities around him. It was Mary who was chosen to be witness at the tomb after all. So now I am wondering what else do we not preach about in the life of the communities of the Bible?

Well here's one biggy that bites my chaps, we do not talk about the human gift and skills of dreaming. We say prophet and that puts dreaming in a speciality light. Those that tell the stories for their community from the mind of God, become prophets because they have the courage to speak. Those truth tellers of courage that speak from the heart and language that dream space for the good of community and self growth are not a speciality group. Every single human being is born to dream in the night and during the day bring those skills to life. I suppose that makes prophets of us all.

And when we lose our dreaming? When a mass forgetting and loss occurs in a society, what then of God and Spirit within the wholeness of culture? One correspondence I have heard during a medical oriented workshop is Depression. Another I have heard is Soul Loss. I figure it is a symptom of social disease when I hear," it's only a dream". Or It's "just" the mind dumping out images from the day. How about those really weird dreams we all try to forget? Most often the ones we wake up with and think that's just really weird, hold future viewing elements.

Here is a recent example from my own night dreaming experiences into a day experience of line dancing at a concert I recently went to. I dreamt the night before I was with a group of women in a staff meeting. I left the meeting and saw another group doing a line dance and joined in. Of course when I woke up my first thought was that this could be about my new job. When I was waiting in line with a bunch of women to use the public rest room and saw the dancing line moving around the crowd at the concert, I knew I would have a blast dancing and my bladder could wait a bit.

I am a dream teacher and can guide you into your own personal understanding and symbology of your dream world. With a bit of guidance in the active dreaming ways you will also help yourself to grow and know your habits of mind. I do believe it is time to shed the guru attitude that we have to go to some one else to find the higher answers. Didn't the protestant movement step away from the priest mediator and a whole movement organized that knew they could communicate with God directly?

Creator has given us this vital way to use our humanity. It can be scary. It also can be a chance to work past scary into healing of traumas. Becoming a conscious dreaming society once again will bring the playgrounds back into this world! Ask Jesus, one of his roles in the world was as an awesome prophet after all.

The Challenge for the Woman Who Would Be President (adapted from JFK's 1962 "We Choose to go to the Moon" Speach)

It is time to take care of more then what we can view from our kitchen window. We choose to go to the Presidency. Why choose policy making positions of power? But why some say, the Presidency? And they may well ask, why go to the moon? We choose to go to the Presidency, not because it is easy. But because it is necessary. Policy must change to organize the best of our energies and skills for a Vital Earth. It is a challenge we are willing to take, one that can not be postponed any longer. And we will win.

Humanity

Somewhere
Along the way
Between 25 and 59
I lost
All
My Perfection

Be A Chooser

I can guide you out of the
                                          Be Wilderment
I can show you paths
I have learned
I will not talk until I am blue
Follow me a bit
Into your own
                                           Experiences
                                                                  Unique
Along my sharing
Your paths will sprout
And then you must
                                            Choose
Among the greenery your uniqueness
Gardens
Wether I follow or
Lead
or
Walk side by side
Makes no difference

It is in the sharing where Magic blossoms

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Magic Ones

Whispering, the fox urged me to open my eyes. There outside your window the suns sphere is re-birthing into the horizon. Open your eyes. Open your vision to this world. Breath. A deep orange infused my bed room. I jumped out of bed half believing I would be swimming in liquid light. Even more spectacular I seemed to be breathing in radiance. I paused to check if I was still dreaming, was this some world where the fox and two leggeds talk like old friends meeting for a morning coffee? No, this is earth where my body lies still so my soul may travel to fields of play such as I came from. I walk outside now, still breathing in and out a radiance of sensations as if I have never lived here before. Variations of orange into yellow take place among a blue where drifting cloudy whites unveil above me. How fantastic this world is. How can it be I feel this in such a new way?
I paused to remember were I just traveled from. I was with a vibrant orange fox in a field of play, liquid in movement. We swam and did not generate breath that is so vibrant here, alive upon the horizon. We swam into a painting to have coffee in a sunny France beside a rebuilt Notre-Dame, pouring out stain glass light into the square. We were a people of the Rose. We brought medicines to our clan beside a river. Before the shape shifting of fox back to her ancient form, she whispered me awake to my body in bed. We took a single breath here together and I understood it's medicine to her people beside the river. I wonder now, has she ever lived here in this fantastic world alive with breath and color? Who are these people of the Rose?

Photo: Linda Fox

The Library

I love the smell of the library, like fresh ancient magic that warms the mind into all sorts of wonderment. What better place is there for this explorer? The large hall entrance easily a portal to other reality levels, receives the winds with an impeccable temperature of compassion. The tapestries I see through a doorway always opened, tempt me. I have long past the temptress tests and therefore will not be distracted from this quest. I am here by authority of a dream fragment, a book given to me titled,"Growing a Writers Life". There are straight staircases and I went up one once to view my private room of paintings into my personal future. There are spiraling staircases that make a kind of music as you step. I suspect the harmonics in the play using these staircases come from the luscious discoveries taking place within the sanctuaries provided to individuals along the spiral path. I have never reached the top of this particular stair case and some how that desire seems stupid and nonsensical.

My excitement grows as I walk the steps, this time as if piano keys in rhythm of a glow of from a room not unlike a bears den. I step in and there's a smell of oak and freshness is here. To my left a shimmer and she steps through to sit at the long table in the middle of this cozy space. Books line the walls and the light is not so bright as to hurt my new eyes seeing. She barely looks at me, " I wish you would return here more often. I have this book on loan and could use your help with it." She roles out a marvelous sheet of material to make a map for our further adventures. She takes out a quill and my eyes go big. I know that quill, it is ours.

I am hoping she can not feel the happiness and sadness all rolled up together I am feeling at the sight of my adolescent self. She wears the cotton dress that catches and weaves patterns from the rippling of color on the timeless paths. She wears sandals and speaks so easily the words of her thoughts. Somewhere along the development of me I lost this skills.  Thinking to myself, "I will have to teach her patience with me". She turns a look my way and flashes a fragment of a dream into my mind. A geometry of a living flower lit with color and hues of pulsing light drop petals. Each petal a variation of geometry, partnership symbols as portals into adventures and endeavors we have already completed. We both break out into laughter that only old friends are privy to. I sit the book I came with down on the long table. She smiles our minds together and we open the book she shimmered in with. We read.  Our hands are one now. We read and let the quill and mapping material do their magic as we draw symbols into an unfolding path. I smile and pocket all this experience as a key to our way home.

Waking into my body in bed, not unlike the quill, I type this dream reality into story.

Change, Bugs Bunny and the Feminine Art of Trickster

Sharon Ede in an article titled Bugs Bunny, Archetypes and The Art of War for Change writes: Yet the process of achieving change, which I like to think of as switching the frequency, can often feel like a battle. In terms of archetypes, the concept of a trickster is not necessarily someone who deceives others into doing things-the role of trickster in mythology and folklore includes raising consciousness, and disobeying norms and conventions. In other words, tricksters can be frequency disruptors.

As a woman finding herself with strong trickster energies disturbing the complacency of her culture, or , "deflating the pompousness of it's symbols". A degree of warrior training seems especially important in cultures promoting a singular place of power for women, behind and in silence from the public and policy making stage. Wikipedia writes that "The job of any trickster... is to think the thoughts and do the things that they say can't be done." This seems especially important for sub marginalized groups such as women kind around the globe.

Bugs Bunny is not just a disruptor as in the scenes from Long Haired Hare, but is clever and capable of outsmarting anyone who would antagonize him. This is demonstrated at the end, in the longer clip from this episode. "Bugs is a tactician who understands the psyche and traits of those around him. "Sharon goes on to write: Bugs is a smart strategist and aware of what goes on around him and what dynamics are at play. Perhaps he has read Sun Tzu's The Art of War from 6 BC? Although change can often feel like 'war' at times... it is not helpful or wise to approach change from a combative mindset. Ironically, one of the messages of this text on warfare is how to avoid battle through meticulous preparation and planning. A powerful quote: "Therefore a victorious army first wins  and then seeks battle; a defeated army first battles and then seeks victory..."

Trickster as an agent for change toward vibrant healing, drops the combative mindset, and grounds deep within her heart to push back. She opens positions of power for her women kind; above, below, within, without, behind, in front, and beside. The Warrior of the Art of Trickster knows when the time is Now and when the time is Go.