Love

When I was in girl scouts my Mom was one of our leaders. On an outing we stopped for ice cream and a Woman, perhaps homeless, stopped to talk with me. My Mom waved me over observably concerned. She said something around the lines of “that woman could be dangerous”. I wanted to finish listening to this woman’s story. I reassured Mom that it would be ok, she had eyes on me the whole time. Nothing bad was going to happen. I went back to finish our conversation and asked the Woman why people might be afraid of her. I remember she gave me this brilliant answer. I listened to a few of her stories and saw and felt Beauty. I will never forget what she said to me when I went to go rejoin the group. “I Love you little one.” I knew that love and spoke it back to her. This was the first time that I can remember sensing fear, attached to a thought, attached to a larger fearful collective thinking from my Mom.  I knew it wasn’t healthy how Mom acted on this thought form she was attached to. I am talking health, not bad or good.

I do believe Love and Beauty are of the same field “that arises from the grammar of the world”, and therefore connected deeply to Creator. I believe the human heart easily grows within this field. I am wondering if those that have long practiced acting from this relationship of heart and say this ancient creator force, have a steady Beauty about them. I am not talking personality trait. I have met too many grumpy old farts holding a steady pulse within this Way. I am not talking about Beauty in the sense of that Barbie Doll beauty that Hollywood throws up like some monster factory for profit. That is not Beauty.  

John O’Donahue wrote a lovely book called Beauty. The one comment I don’t agree with is when he says, Beauty does not linger, it only visits.   I find it similar to how Carlo Rovelli in his book The Order of Time, writes about linear time “not being of the grammar of the world”, but arises from it. I believe there is an undeniable coupling of Love and Beauty that play in the relational experiences of this world.  

I am no longer surprised by the warm safety and pulsing Beauty that is present in my intentional community of active dreamers. The foundation that we hold to is communication from a steady diet of welcoming play as we speak,” If It Were Me.” How fantastic really this is. We listen to one story in the Lightning Dream Game fashion and we want to hear all the stories that are brought in from the inspiration of that one story.  I hear and understand more of what it is to be a Thunderer with this Lightning dream work. This basic communication system frees us from that harsh dualistic banter that I find has taken the stage in our corporate news media stations. It feels like throw up to me. I wonder about individuals stuck in dualistic thinking constantly bantering, me vs you, or us vs them or she vs he. Perhaps making it a habit to act from fear attached to a thought, attached to a larger fearful collective thinking form creates this style of speech. Speech being an action, I find this an unhealthy habit of action. Habits can always be changed. The swiftest path for me to Re Member myself to Love and Beauty is to access my child.  Children are my favorite teachers.

A Pilgrimage and the Remaking of the Obelisk
(Writing from Dreams)

On a pilgrimage with a small group that I can feel but not see, I wake up walking toward a townhouse in a cityscape. I have the map in my mind of the hostels that will take us in along the way. I walk up the steps and knock on the door. A man in a shower robe answers. My mind from this life with my body in bed dreaming this dream whispers, He looks like that painting I saw of Seth. I will call this mind Patty in this telling of the story. The round faced man looks at me and announces that I must have the wrong house. Another one that I travel with presents an Obelisk about six feet tall. I am that one now bringing the Obelisk out that we easily carry in the style of Mary Poppins or Hermione Granger. It is a new Obelisk, re-made from a ceremony of woman placing corners stones of unique colors.  We say, We are here to see "bla,bla". The man in the robe says, "Oh you mean the Doctor. Yes please come in."

We enter and make our way down the spiral steps to a cavernous area lit from the pool of water. I feel familiarity and that lovely longing stirring. I am slower, more graceful a form here. I slip into the waters and see my sisters break away into several personalities to swim in the water. Our collective sensation is that we have been traveling too long without immersing in the waters. Now I am scanning for a companion I have known most of my Being. As I reach out through time I find him slipping into this cavernous pool here where the water is such a peaceful glow. He is in his new Avatar body and I notice I have a new one also. Our skin is white and seems to glow with the waters when immersed. We spend time in conversation about our travels and discoveries. Then we join in a warm love making. Our hips joined together offering upward immersed in the glow of these waters. I step out of the water and put on clothing, unlike my traveling clothes. I walk up the stairs to a different dream space. Entering a TV room just left of the front door,  I see two younger sisters to Patty. They are watching their favorite show. One sister looks like herself and the other doesn't look like herself. I say hello, but don't stay to watch the program.

Feeling: anticipation of more chapters to come

Reality Check: 1. When I shared this with my younger sisters, the one that didn't look like herself told me she had been playing mermaids with her grandson the day before. What was intriguing is that they had never watched a mermaid show and her grandson decided she should play the evil mermaid. Evil to my grand nephew means being chased and caught and chased again. 2. There is a whole other story that I slipped into and I witness the re-making of the Obelisk among women. 3. I have dreamt of a spirit home for me where there is a pool in it that has a feel of this level of dreaming.

Question: I don't understand what I wrote, "...and see my sisters break away into several personalities." The sisters I am referring to are those I am traveling with. I am thinking it has to do with Avatar bodies? What does the Seth series say about personalities?
                How do I work on getting better at recognizing words I speak in dreams? I often wake and it's all bla bla. I do retain a conceptual understanding when I wake from languages I can not re speak here.

Research: Robert Moss writes about Seth as describing himself as, "I am an energy personality essence, no longer focused in physical matter... " This from Robert's interesting blog post, The inner psychic combustion that gave us a great multidimensional teacher:.

This Land My Home

I love how the horizon surrounds me in 360 degree vision on this prairie farm. Much happens along the edges. In those early hours where time is still and the portals open wide, I wake to the sound track "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." I drift back into the dreaming state and am greeted by some ancient veil maker, the Gatekeeper, who offers me my choice of thickness and style. You choose, I say to the Gatekeeper.  I wrap myself in the thin, milky white moon light. Veiled now, I travel onward.

I wake up to my body in bed and go out with our puppy for a moon walk. I am wrapped in hygge, all cozy in my inherited Mother's thick dyne. I heard the moon passes the beehive cluster this week. There it was like some half eaten milky cookie, all lit up and at home in the deep dark clear sky this land supports. The clearer the deep, the easier one sees the light of others. I don't have a favorite phase of the moon anymore.

On my second walk around the farm I went to the apple tree. The sun joined the moon in the vast prairie sky.  On this land horizons and grasses ripple whisperings of Spirit. We are not only Sky country, we are of the Winds here. The Buffalo, guardians of Earth, are sure footed and easily hold the land for the Wind and Sky. The sensation of trees, expressing the wind this sunny morning, felt like the times I stood on the Pacific beach shore with the waves thundering in. The Thunderers, there on the horizon, are whispering their support in the wind, a cautionary voice to any wintery monsters who might wish to jump in prematurely.

On my way back to my house I walked past you old sad red barn, knowing it is not my place to restore you. None the less I pray for your restoration into new bright stories for the families that may come to live on this land. Always I wonder where the scholarships are for all the old barns across this midwestern farm country. Those whose hinges are coming apart, dropping doors or windows to the ground could use more then a fresh coat of paint. So much could be done with a barn. I pass the silo and think surely there are scholarships for renewal and inventive projects for all the old farm buildings. Back into the house now. I finish my writing and I am thrilled to discover my new sexy editor has time to read it.  

The Beginning of the Return of the Giants

Once upon a long long time ago our ancestors talked stories of Giants. This was after the Giants had left the world to linger in that in between space that supports the world in the same magical way love does. It came to pass that a younger daughter of a Miller, raised in Norway where stories of Giants still lingered, discovered a passage and the real of in between. Modern day physics talks about it in the word dimension, in between seems a more specific wording.

As Waymir grew she dreamt with the Giants and came into her own way, transforming into a Giant herself in the in between space where the mind awakens to soul's senses.  Once when she was grown and a mother of two she was gifted with a magic frame of all the children who had touched her life so deeply. In that deep knowing way of her heart carried this frame into the world of Giants. Giants are known to be grand protectors of children.

Each night that Waymir brought the frame through, a golden canvas with in it's boarders grew. When the canvas was complete , the Giants taught her how to stir it into the flow and pulse with the river that imbues all life in the universe. It took her many visits before she broke from the enamored spell of being able to do this. No longered enamored she felt a Joy to stay the luscious sensation of the river flow within. All life was there pulsing fresh, vibrant in the sensations of Soul.

The Giants gathered around her now with curiosity. What would she do with this skill to thrive as she stirred the golden liquid alive? Waymir came into her name as she grew the skill of holding awareness here and with her small body in bed a sleep. I will step into it she announced. I wish to explore the different states and it's lands. She started with the big blue planet many call Earth. This was the beginning of the stirring of the Giants back into the worlds.

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