As I lay in bed, immersed in some dream I can’t recall, my cat stirred me from my dream, while shaking his head intensely, ringing the bell on his collar. The sound and shaking effect, shuffled my dreams like a deck of cards. Each card flipping by was a thin reality of other dreams. I landed in a dream in black and white, where an old man wearing speckles held out a colorful bright pink origami lotus flower in his palm, while looking at me directly and smiling. – Dream ending.
A lot of energy was held in that small bright pink lotus. I paused to feel the heightened crisp energy in the dream space between black and white, past and present, and the colorful seed of awakening I was being offered.
It was held in the hand of Carl Jung. I felt he was offering a symbol from the collective unconsciousness about spiritual unfoldment, synchronicity, dreams, and multidimensional reality. I woke up immediately to record my dream in a dream journaling app on my phone. But instead of writing my dream down immediately, as I would normally, I found myself scrolling through previous dream reports.
I landed on a previous dream I had recorded about Carl Jung and Synchronicity. There’s that dream shuffle again. I was amazed when I found it, because it was as if I was looking for it unconsciously. I could feel the energy of the lotus from my dream, now surrounding me in my physical space, in the form of synchronicity. I knew I was being sent an important message.
Dream Lecture and Synchronicity News – March 8, 2020
I pull out a newspaper from the trash can, and it has a long article about synchronicity on the front page. The headline is in large bold letters, but very long sentences. I take the paper over to a group of women meeting in a building of a co-working space. I have a book on dreams by Carl Jung in one hand, and a newspaper article on synchronicity in the other. I join their meeting and begin talking about the topic of dreams and synchronicity. I do so by example of finding this newspaper article on synchronicity in the bathroom trash, right before coming to give this lecture on dreams. – Dream ending.
In the potent energy held in the Archetype, Jung reaches across time and space to send me messages in dreams and synchronicity. This is a fascinating study in consciousness. The Pink Lotus itself is an archetype associated with the Buddha and nirvana. In some Buddhist traditions paper lotus flowers are created and burned as ancestral offerings or for those who have crossed over, or as a kind of spiritual currency, offering appreciation for blessings, and invoking good fortune of prosperity and health (Shih-Mou).
Zen Buddhism is rooted in the wordless transmission of the Flower Sermon, where the Buddha holds up a Lotus Flower with a smile, and is received by a smile from Mahakashyapa, who then becomes his entrusted successor (Dumoulin, pg. 9).
Jung writes, “One day the Buddha silently held up a flower before the assembled throng of his disciples. This was the famous “Flower Sermon.” Formally speaking, much the same thing happened in Eleusis when a mown ear of grain was silently shown. Even if our interpretation of this symbol is erroneous, the fact remains that a mown ear was shown in the course of the mysteries and that this kind of “wordless sermon” was the sole form of instruction in Eleusis which we may assume with certainty” (Jung, Kereny, pg. 179).
Now this connection comes with the arrival of my dream on the Vernal Equinox, a time when the Elysian Lesser Mysteries took place, in preparation for the Greater Mysteries in the Fall, as referenced by Jung in the image of harvested grain. As the fates would have it, I did take part in journeying into the Lesser Elysian Mysteries, weeks after having this dream, when I participated in an online class series by Robert Moss on Shamanic Dreaming with the Goddess.
In my journey, it is revealed that as Demeter the Mother, I enter the underworld in search for Kore. I present her with a white flower.
Dreams are a path of direct experience, and wordless transmission, through the potency of archetypal energies. Synchronicity is the transmission of messages from the world behind the world, which may include written words, or words of speech overhead, or a song that comes on the radio, or a dream image showing up in waking life, accompanied by a larger energy of recognition that may feel other worldly. The mysteries of the collective unconscious are a place we frequent in dreams. In my dream, Carl Jung presented this to me as a pink paper lotus and a smile.
Dumoulin, Heinrich (2005). Zen Buddhism: a history. p. 9.
Jung, C. G. & Kerényi, C. (2005). Essays on a Science of Mythology: The Myth of the Divine Child and the Mysteries of Eleusis. Routledge; 2 edition. Routledge, p. 179.
Shih-Mou Kou, Shu-Chi Chao, Chi-Hsiung Tseng, “The Construct and the Symbolic Meanings of Paper Lotus in Taiwan” Department of Visual Communication Design National Yunlin University of Science & Technology.
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. – Buddha
The May Full Moon celebrates the Birth, enlightenment and death of Siddhartha Guatama Buddha. It is a day celebrated and honored at many countries across the world. A time during which the Buddha is known to return to the Earthly realm.
The conception of Buddha to Queen Maya, was foretold in a dream, that of a white elephant with six tusks entering her right side. Her dream was interpreted that she would give birth to a world leader or a Buddha.
I recall a lucid dream from years ago, where I looked down at my legs and saw they were the wrinkled legs of a white elephant. I was amazed! I heard a voice say, don’t you know you do this all the time…..Shapeshift???
This Scorpio Full Moon is a time of dreaming, what we will give birth to the world. A time for the truth to be revealed, to look into the darkness and see what we are truly aligned with becoming and living as a unique individual, as a compassionate human being, and as part of the Earth community of the natural world. The term Buddha means “awakened one” and when we become conscious dreamers, we are on the path toward understanding the mystic nature of reality. Like the Moon, our dreams can help us reflect light into the darkness. Our conscious dream travels can also guide us into the heavenly realms of experience with spiritual teachers, and divine beings, or the deepest depths of the Ocean, in connection with primordial feminine wisdom.
My celebration of Purnima, was a beautiful full moon ceremony guided by Bhola, a beloved shamanic teacher from Nepal. He guided us on a journey into the bottom of the sea, where we met up with a giant conch shell, and entered into a deep ancient wisdom, spiraling deeper under ground at the bottom of the Ocean. In my journey, I experienced a tremendous wave of rainbow energy enter my being and offering healing in my womb, and then traveling up into my solar plexus and throat and ears, and finally coming out through my third eye as a cobra. My body began to shake from the energy rising through me. I then saw 4 Naga spirits dancing as they rose into the ethers, carrying me with them. I was given several white wind horses to travel upon, like a wave or a cloud. I was told to continue to travel with the wind horses. I felt my spirit rise with the freedom of spiritual adventure, and the beautiful energy surrounding me. Lung-Ta in Tibet is the name given for prayer flags and means wind horse. The Nagi are semi-divine serpent beings, known to give special powers, and guard treasures under the sea.
I returned from this journey with such gratitude, feeling relaxed and nurtured, and a deep sense of healing and belonging in myself.
A few days previous to this full moon shamanic journey, I was taking a nap and recalled a dream from years ago, of discovering a mysterious blue starfish. The starfish was held inside an ancient carved lava rock alcove alongside a beach. I walked into the alcove to get a closer look and when I did, I discovered the fossilized starfish had awoken, and was looking back at me. I took the starfish from out of the stone alcove and set it on my shoulder. I began whispering sweet loving words to the starfish to return her to her human form. Hearing those loving words, while being carried on my shoulder, helped her remember how much she is loved, and she changed back into a Grandmother. I returned her to her village, where she was received with loving, open arms.
Upon waking, I thought it was important to revisit this dream story, by creating artwork to depict the story. At that moment, a friend contacted me and wanted to schedule a private session with me together with her and her 6 year old daughter. We agreed to a time to journey together in sacred space, and I told her of just awakening from a nap where I was recalling my dream story of the blue starfish, that was meant to be a children’s story. She mentioned her daughter had just the other day, been talking about wanting to search for starfish on the beach. I took the message of synchronicity, that we were meant to journey into the ocean realms on a magical mermaid journey with the moon and the stars. Together we journeyed guided by the sound of the drum, held by the bright moon above, and we delved into visiting a treasure filled sea cave in the magical ocean realms of mermaid. In my journey, I saw the blue starfish at the end, which was actually a falling star from the heavens, and 2 gold coins left by the mermaid. The very next day, I found myself journeying to the bottom of the sea, into an ancient conch shell. On the altar for the journey to the bottom of the sea, part of the offerings I was told to prepare, included 2 coins. Namaste
Dreams are on the front screen of our coming attractions, and we are paying attention to our dreams now more than ever before. Our lives have slowed down enough for us to spend some quality time connecting with our inner world. Some of us were getting previews of a possible future in our dreams, long before we would live it out. My dream from last year on April Fools Day, upon first look, seems quite fanciful. Looking back at it now, I can see several psychic hits that have surfaced in waking reality.
Epic Storm of the Era April 1, 2019
My dreams from that night were tumultuous and showed a massive dark storm on the horizon, which was affecting the entire world. An epic storm of the era, with a massive dark storm front. As the storm cleared, I saw whales swimming in the air, there was so much water there. It was magnificent to see these gentle giants flying through the air. The Whales appeared twice in the dream, and once near the end. The second time they were swimming through the sky, feeding on all the fish in the atmosphere.
Reality Check – A Whale Mural in downtown Dallas has been covered up for years with advertising. The Mural recently returned due to the slowdown from the Covid pandemic. Please sign the petition to keep the Whale Mural from being covered again!
Then I saw large herds of deer and horses, coming down the mountain trying to find safe ground, the first storm was averted, and they were there in a kind of frantic relief, and then went off again searching for higher ground, before the next coming storm would hit.
The end of the dream, I was walking through the empty streets of downtown Dallas, and not a soul could be seen after the storm had swept through. I went into a nearby shop and there was nothing on the shelves. There were 5 women with light green masks standing in front of a large picture window. I asked them why they wore the masks, they said to bring in the protective energies of mermaid and muse, to avert the storm. I thanked them for their protection.
Reality Check – People are now wearing masks to protect themselves when they go out. The streets of Downtown Dallas are empty from so many sheltering inside. Many are looking at the big picture, and looking for creative approaches and inspiration.
Moving into the future many will feel more responsibility to create a world in harmony with the Earth and Sky, the Whales and fish of the Sea, and animals of the land. We understand that the real protection we seek, is a return to balance with the Earth, and it will require our creativity, imagination, and dreams in order to do so.
Action Plan – Re-Enter the dream to look through the big picture window to get a view of the big picture moving forward, invoking the presence of mermaid and muse as guides.
If you have lost touch with the wisdom of your soul, or creative muse, or perhaps your inner healer, now is the perfect opportunity for you to look inside to rekindle these connections. I invite you to step through the doorway to your inner worlds, or perhaps the other world, is ready to step through you. The key to enter is through dreams.
At a retreat I offered in 2020 of January, on Dream Healing in Hot Springs, Arkansas, I introduced participants to Rainbow Woman. She is very special to me, because she revealed herself to me over 10 years ago, when I was camping with friends, and we were hiking in the mountains. I had noticed an energetic ley line, that I had stepped through as we hiked, and it got my attention. I stopped to investigate what I felt and saw, and when I did, I saw a beautiful rainbow colored woman, made from a plasma like energy. She stepped right from the core of my being, and through my physical body. She turned around, staring me in the eyes, face to face. Her beauty, wisdom and magic astonished me. How could such a being step from within me, in such away? She then shot up the mountain in a flash of white light traveling the energetic ley lines I had seen. Later, she visited me in dreams and shared with me the 7 Rays of Healing, and asked me to share this with others. She took me into the stars, and showed me how to birth new galaxies. Now when I return to Hot Springs on Dream Healing Retreats, I always end with a journey to connect with Rainbow Woman, and her healing energies, because she is very special to me, and she asked me to share her with others.
January 19, 2020 Healing Journey with Rainbow Woman
Finding My Way Down into the Earth a small circle of Ancestors gather around a small fire, and Rainbow Woman appears as a maiden with her white buckskin dress and braids, dancing to the drum. The song of the Grandfather sings into the fire, as she dances. The song carries her into our world, on rainbow energy lines. She flows her rainbow energy into our circle, and she follows the rainbow to the West, where it ends, and a doorway between the realms, opens into another galaxy.
The dance continues, she invites me to follow her, the song is sung supporting this dance, this journey. We are dancing with starlight, a new galaxy, as we focus prayers of healing for the Earth. We shine rainbows on the children enslaved and in prison, afraid and abused, offering them love and healing, freedom and support.
Then we dance through another doorway of light. White light, a circle of sisterhood is dancing in a circle. I am told it is good I found my way here, and I welcomed into the circle. Only a few are ready and willing to enter into this Sacred Sisterhood. We dance visions and open the way with courage and wisdom for the women on Earth bringing change. The light is shining on each Woman, shared with each other, and for the Earth. We are birthing a new world with vision, courage and heart. Grandfather is singing our song, for this dance of beauty, strength and healing.
Last week I was invited to participate in the online Earth Sky Woman Summit held on 4/4/20. Over 1600 people signed up to participate but the space itself was limited to only 100 people. There were about a dozen presenters and the vision of it was was put forth by the courage of heart and brilliance of Tami Brunk. It was an incredibly meaningful experience to be part of seeing so many women sharing their powerful spiritual gifts, and courage of heart, and healing wisdom.
There was a discussion about Mayan healing and the Goddess Ix Chel, and it reminded me of Rainbow Woman. Ix Chel means Rainbow Woman, I began to recall my journey, and realized that it had come true in part, by being invited into this Sacred Sisterhood as a presenter, even though I did not know anyone personally. It was the journey that opened the door, and presented me with a key to healing and showing up. A powerful realization for me personally, and a deep gratitude for me being able to find my way and being welcomed into the circle.
In February, about a month prior to the pandemic storm. A dear sister and healer invited me to try her newly created float tank, and knowing my connection with dreams, she was keen to have me try it to see how it might be a helpful modality for conscious dreaming. I was also keen to try it and the liminal space created by the body floating in salt water, could provide a primal womb of dream incubation. I focused my intention in my float session on personal healing and gaining any insights that would be helpful for me at this time. I had been doing a lot of private healing sessions on individual clients, and knew the salt waters would be restorative for my energy field as well.
As I floated in the tank in a conscious dream state, that place between waking and sleeping reality, I saw images come and go, which included some helpful psychic information. Then suddenly, I dropped deeper into a dream, which opened before me from the core of my being. I was now inside a conscious dreaming reality with an African Oracle Goddess, who emerged from a mountain. Her face, her hands, and her breasts became visible. Her strong voice was heard inside my dream. She said, I have not been seen in a very long time. It is time for me to emerge. I tell her I had set the intention to work on personal work, and not focused on collective energies right now. It is personal! She snaps back! Alright then, I am paying attention! I then see a volcano next to her, with lava flowing down, and molten lava erupting from the top, as the face of the Goddess Pele is reflected in the fires of the Earth. I feel her powers of destruction and creation. Suddenly, I hear cows mooing and see them grazing in a peaceful green pasture, and then the Blue Faced Goddess Hathor descends from the Pleiades, with her nurturing and peaceful, loving energy. Finally, I see the Three Goddesses before me, a blazing fire beneath HER feet. I am human sized, standing before them, but in the body of Kali Ma, Black Mother Earth, Treasure House of Compassion, Giver of Life to the World. I run toward the sacred fire with fierce love and compassion and lunge my ceremonial knife (truth) into the Sacred Fire (Life). The Oracle Goddess says, It is done…and it is good.
A month later the pandemic arrives in full force, now we are sheltering inside, dreaming dreams, parents teaching children, cooking meals, worrying about our elders, digging in the Earth and planting gardens. Tapping into creative problem solving and innovation to keep business flowing. Listening to Spring bird songs. Death arrives while numbers grow each day. We grieve and feel the losses, we remember to appreciate life, we feel how fragile we are. We see how truly connected we are, there is no separation. We focus on what truly matters.
The world we live in is turned upside down, a time of sheltering in, masking, cleansing and caring for ourselves, our environment and our neighbors. We have learned that it is not given, that our leaders will care for us, and in many cases are putting lives at risk. We must be alert to how this is impacting our communities and what needs to happen to make sure we make it through these rough waters as swiftly as we can. We are in uncharted waters in large respect. This is why paying attention to our dreams, and getting the messages, is so crucial to our times.
I have had several dreams alerting me to the upcoming crisis over the past year, one spoke of the storm of the ages, affecting the whole world.
Epic Storm of the Era April 1, 2019
My dreams from that night were tumultuous and showed a massive dark storm on the horizon, which was affecting the entire world. An epic storm of the era, with a massive dark storm front. As the storm cleared, I saw whales swimming in the air, there was so much water there. It was magnificent to see these gentle giants flying through the air. The Whales appeared twice in the dream, and once near the end. The second time they were swimming through the sky, feeding on all the fish in the atmosphere. Then I saw large herds of deer and horses, coming down the mountain trying to find safe ground, the first storm was averted, and they were there in a kind of frantic relief, and then went off again searching for higher ground, before the next coming storm would hit. The end of the dream, I went into a nearby shop and there were 5 women with light green masks standing in front of a large picture window. I asked them why they wore the masks, they said to bring in the protective energies of mermaid and muse, to avert the storm. I thanked them for their protection.
Synchronicity alert – April 3, 2020 a year after the dream, today a friend surprised me by dropping off 5 green masks at my home.
Then on President’s Day this dream came – Lineage of Ulysses 2/17/20
I am in an old home, an estate or mansion, on a large piece of property. The man who manages it was the estate holder, an older man, who is eccentric and very psychic as well. He reminds me of an artist I know in the present. He is a personality who operates on many levels of awareness, and in many times. I am both fascinated and afraid of him. He is opening doors to the mansion, which have been hidden, and telling the stories of our lineage.
I find myself now in the dream, as a young girl, with her younger brother, we are between 7 and 9. We are walking down a path, past an ancient grove of trees, heading toward a graveyard. There are Union Soldiers accompanying us. We are told that the two of us are actually part of another lineage. I was told we are connected to the lineage of Ulysses. This estate belonged to him.
Here there are doors opening to rooms to where the children played. I am shown into the nursery, and when I enter, “I say it smells like breast milk in here.” I notice the presence of a spirit of a Grandmother in this space. She was kept in here with the children, and went a bit crazy. I walk around and see a young girl covered in a blanket, who has been sleeping there. She has longer blondish brown hair, cuddled up in a grey blanket shivering in her sleep. She was being haunted by the spirits in this place. I felt bad she had to sleep there. I could feel so many spirits there. I picked up another blanket to wrap around her, and realized even the blanket was haunted. Haunted by the spirits of confederate soldiers. She woke up shortly after, and I took her out of this place.
While I was there in the haunted nursery, I was shown a phone system for taking messages. It was going to be my job to take messages and save them and send them to the estate holder. The phone began to ring, and messages began to come in, and I began to realize how big of a responsibility it was to manage the many phone messages and make sure they got to him. I told the person giving me the phone and the responsibility, I did not want to do it. Note – The phone system appeared as a telegraph, while I held a silver flip cell phone in my hand. Like two times and places overlapping. The calls coming in were from departed spirits. It was my job to receive the calls through the switchboard, and then transfer them to the estate holder by calling on my cell phone, to leave a message on his voicemail.
I go back to speak with the estate holder. He is controlling and a bit mad, as in crazy. His energy is frantic and stressed at the work he must complete, and the burden of being a lineage holder. Taking on the messages that come in. I am afraid to tell him I cannot take messages for him from the spirit realms coming into his cell phone. There are too many to manage. He is upset because he says he doesn’t have time for this. He is in the process of creating something, a painting maybe or working on it in his imagination. I see a big white canvas or screen that he is focusing on, it seems to have something to do with technology, like a screen.
Reality Check – So many people died during the Civil War that people were desperate to connect with loved ones, which gave rise to the Spiritualist Movement, a progressive spiritual and social movement that was primarily comprised of the abolitionist, and women’s suffrage movements. A similar movement is now going on, in terms of Social Change and Spiritual not Religious, while the Religious Right seeks to destroy Civil Rights and Women’s Rights. This was before knowledge of the current pandemic, which gives a deeper understanding of the departed spirits wanting to get a message across, it was a warning about how many may die, like in the Civil War. In my actual lineage research, I found that Ulysses S. Grant and his wife were very much in tuned with dreams as a glimpse of coming events, and also in communication with departed spirits.
The overlay of technology and time in my dream, gives me the sense that this is something playing out in the present, that has happened in the past.
I was not able to locate any ancestral lineage connected with Ulysses S. Grant, but when I had lunch with a friend shortly after this dream, and mentioned doing research into the Civil War, synchronicity showed up when she offered she was related to Ulysses S. Grant.
I did find however, I am related to Abraham Lincoln, who dreamed his own death. Grant’s wife, Julia Dent was a also a prophetic dreamer and intuitive psychic. She alerted her husband, they would decline the invitation to accompany Abraham Lincoln and his wife to the theater that night. (Burch, p. 21)
I have had several follow up dreams re-entering this dream, to enter the body of the girl sleeping in the nursery, haunted by spirits surrounded by death, and grief. In doing so I was able to track the traumas passed on through generations in dealing with the tremendous losses of the war. Generational healing and soul recovery along the mother line. Healing the sadness, grief, and depression that has been passed down through the generations, eventually breaking through to a place of freedom and thriving. At end of the dream, the presence of Mark Twain was seen hovering overhead.
Historically, he played a role in the life of Ulysses near his end. He helped him publish his memoirs, and his recovery from financial ruin after a stock market crash. It was a synchronicity which alerted Twain in a conversation he overheard that the President, was writing his memoirs for another publisher, who was being greedy. Twain stepped in to remedy the matter forming an alliance with the President to help him finish his memoirs before he died, and then publishing and promoting to the public, becoming a huge seller (Moss p. 198).
These signposts of synchronicity to tell us we are on the right track, and dreams from history being mirrored in important ways currently, can offer timely messages put forth into our lives and our world.
Burch, Wanda Easter; “The Home Voices Speak Louder than the Drums” McFarland & Company, 2017.
Moss, Robert; “The Secret History of Dreaming” New Word Library, 2009.
In my dream, I am aware of the presence of a Sasquatch hovering over me in my bed. I am afraid, and my fear wakes me into a conscious dream state. I am now calm before the elusive Big Foot standing before me, and communicate with him intuitively. He is the virus, the Corona Virus-19, now spreading as a global pandemic. I accept in a lucid knowing the presence standing before me is real and not a myth. I now feel the energy of my heart, and know it is where my focus must stay in order to be able to navigate the pandemonium of these times.
The Wild Man is emerging as a force of reclaiming the Wild World. The animals return to abandoned cities. The modern world has gone quiet. It’s a Mad, Mad World, created by Mad Men. The Wild Man has return to remind us he has never left, and he is not going anywhere.
In the Pandemic we are facing collectively, it is so important for each of us to be able to support and strengthen our health responses, and not Panic. One of the means we each have within us to seek healing, is the power of dreams and imagination. The path has been laid before us by Aesculapius, the God of Healing, invoked in the Ancient Dream Healing Temples of the Greco-Roman World.
I recently lead a retreat on Healing Dreams in Hot Spring, Arkansas in February. Part of our exploration included forest bathing, hiking along trails and rivers, soaking in the Hot Springs Mineral Waters, and creating sacred space to Dream together. One dream that came through for me, was seeing beautiful, clear, large quartz crystal points, growing within my second chakra and into a crystal temple within. I had the feeling at the time, it was a protective restructuring of my energy, in case of a viral outbreak. I did not have a conscious understanding of the coming pandemic at the time, and thought it a strange idea to need protection in that way at the time of the dream. I later read results of a research team lead by Dr. Hyo-Jick Choi, where they are developing salt covered masks, as a preventative and protective measure against Corona Viruses. Tests revealed that Corona viruses are punctured and weakened by the sharp crystalline structure of salt or sugar (Secon, Business Insider Feb. 8, 2020 ).
Incubating healing dreams overnight, as was done in Ancient Dream Healing Temples, was a powerful way to connect each with our inner healer. Sharing dreams together over breakfast opens up our dreams, and the energies held inside. Our insights and actions, create a space for dreams to to take root and healing to happen. Journeying together on conscious shamanic group dream journeys, guided by the drum, with our group healing intention, was a way for each to have a direct experience with divine healing energies.
Direct experience through dreams and conscious shamanic dream journeys, are one way to engage with these healing potentials, another is to dream on behalf of another, and share a healing dream with them to make it their own. This is known as Dream Transfer, one of the core practices of Active Dreaming. It is a powerful mode of transferring healing energies and potentials held inside a dream. Dreams hold collective energy, and can be shared with others for the purpose of healing with great effect. Robert Moss pioneered Active Dreaming, and he likes to say, “Dreams are a place we can go, not something we have.” When we enter inside another person’s dream, it is a place we are experiencing, and the wisdom of the body also translates this as a real experience.
The Goddess Panacea is a daughter of Aesculapius, and as a Dream Temple Priestess, a potent embodiment of the powers of the mind, and the imagination. Scientific research reflects the Panacea effect often is more promising than the actual medicine. Science has also shown that what we imagine or dream, is translated by the body as a real experience, and the body does not differentiate between if it is a waking embodiment or a imaginal embodiment. The ancients knew one of the secrets to healing, is the dream world is the real world, a place where direct experience with Gods and Goddesses are possible, and primordial healing energies are available.
The Goddess Iaso is known as having the wisdom of Remedy, and another daughter of Aesculapius. She holds a mirror in her hands, reflecting the principle often found in medicine of “like reflects like” in finding the remedy or cure. During this time of disruption and social distancing, self reflection can be a potent healing ally. Invoking Iaso can help restore the natural order of balance and health. It also means to put things right. This can refer to the collective health system, financial markets and political policies, which support the recovery and well being of the country and the globe.
The Goddess Hygeia from where we get the word hygiene, is another daughter of Aesculapius. She has been invoked repeatedly in this Corona Virus pandemic, with the mantra “wash your hands. She holds the healing powers of the serpent, known as sacred by the cult of Aesculapius. The temple priestesses cared for the serpents residing in the Abaton. The transformative energies and wisdom of snake, are known in ancient cultures throughout the world. The venom of serpent, brings forth the medical principle of “changing poison into medicine.” The symbol for the World Health Organization, reveals the staff of Aesculapius.
The God Aesculapius was the Greek God of Healing, and Temples of Dream Healing devoted to him were widespread throughout the ancient Greco-Roman World. He was the son of the God Apollo and Coronis. His mother Coronis, was in the Hyades family (the rainy ones), a sisterhood of nymphs that bring rain. The hyades were daughters of atlas and sisters to the Pleiades and the Hesperides. She fled from Poseidon and was changed into a crow by Athena.
The Cult of Aesculapius made pilgrimage to the Asclepieia, for the purpose of seeking healing remedies and direct visitation from the Gods. The Abaton was a place one could sleep overnight for the purpose of incubating a healing dream, or a visit from the God Aesculapius or Goddesses of Healing, for direct experience to their healing energies. The animal powers were also present in the form of the Snake, Dog or even Rooster, in connection with the God Aesculapius (Moss, p. 90-93).
It can be said that perhaps the idea for hospitals, a place one can stay overnight for the purpose of healing, is rooted in the Dream Temples of ancient Greece. The Hippocratic oath comes from Hippocrates, who studied at the Asclepieia at Kos. Across the Western World, the snake wrapped staff of Aesculapius, can still be seen as the symbol for western modern medicine. Perhaps we need to bring back the healing potentials of dream incubation into hospitals in collaboration with healing professionals once again. Aesculapius was very popular, because his approach to healing was available to anyone from anywhere. It was not based on how much money you had, or from what level of society you came. Dreams are also like this, available to all. We all dream each and every night.
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Moss, Robert; The Secret History of Dreaming, (New World Library, 2009)
Secon, Holly; “A biomedical engineer created a mask coated in salt that he says could neutralize viruses like the coronavirus in 5 minutes” Business Insider Magazine, Feb. 8, 2020, Web.
Tesla has been showing up in my dreams more and more frequently over the past 6 years. He has taught me about time travel, energy portals, and the different ways we can use energy. When I first encountered him, it was in connection with embodying ancestral energy, and sacred objects as portals of time travel, and whales as wisdom keepers and transporters on the cosmic seas of time.
Tesla and the Time Traveling Cosmic Whale – 2014
I see my dream body change into colors of red/orange/yellow and have a long lithe appearance like a dancer. I know it is the presence of the ancestors visiting me. I begin to speak about how connections with the ancestors works, and that it is through the bloodlines we carry, which connects us to them and they to us. I am sitting next to a man with dark hair and mustache, at a long old wooden table, who is drinking coffee.
Now – I am standing with a indigenous woman who is my teacher, and we are looking at a glass case holding Native American artifacts, one is made from a deep green and gold luminescent stone, like Labradorite. A heavy stone, and a bit larger than my hand. My teacher reaches through the glass and takes the artifact out, and gives to me.
I then leave the restaurant and am walking down the street, I realize I am suddenly in another time. I see a man, with dark hair and mustache, and in a formal Victorian era suit, sitting at an outdoor cafe having a coffee. I ask him what his plans are, he points toward the boardwalk.
I look at where he points and see a beached whale on the boardwalk, and his huge mouth is wide open. The man takes his leave and calmly walks through the portal. I see many animals, whales, dolphins, seals, and other sea creatures entering the portal of the whale. Now a procession of people, generations of people, are being pulled into this portal, to travel inside this whale. There are a group of women dressed in Victorian style dress who walk into the portal. A group of children of all ages follow them, and the last to make it through are several babies crawling and rolling themselves through, laying in the mouth of the great whale. Some older children come to help them and carry them the rest of the way inside, so that the portal can close with the mouth of the whale. They are now ready to take their journey into the cosmos and the huge whale begins to slowly move away with all this ancestral energy inside.
Soul of my Soul Journey – September 2017
A blue light reaching down, pulling me up and out. I see the pages opening and turning of an immense thick book. I recognize this book, an ancient record of all my lives and spiritual work. A my guide appears after I have gone through the leaves of the very top of my Tree of Life. He has a mustache, brown hair, and an intelligent face and a bright smile. He is Nikola Tesla. He is friendly and not intimidating. He encourages me to look through the book. He tells me he is my spiritual intellect. I am very afraid to access what I know in this thick book. He invites me to sit on the stone throne where two Lions guard either side. I sit on the Oversoul throne and see a portal of light open above my head. A turning globe of dreams from other lifetimes and parallel worlds I can enter. He gets down on the steps below me and tells me he is there to serve me. I am overwhelmed by this meeting of the soul of my soul, and honoring of my being.
He takes me to a table where some papers are laid out and I can look over my contracts. He is patient and does not pressure me to look at them. The table appears like the ancestor altar, and he encourages me to work with the energy. This is my path and how I will come to know myself in a new way, and meet the people who I am meant to connect.
Tesla Lightning Portal 2-23-18
An intense lightning storm is blazing outside, I am on my way to bed and am tempted to stay up a bit later to watch the lightning in the storm. I love lightning. I decide sleep is more tempting and crawl into bed. I notice as I drift into a conscious dream state, there is a presence in the storm reaching out to me, trying to contact me in Morse code. I can feel it pulling on my energy. I ask who it is and get no response, and decline the invitation to connect. The lightning strikes outside, and I can feel it shining on my face through my bedroom window. I find myself suddenly in the midst of a conscious dream inside a massive thundercloud, where a swirling vortex of blue and white energy opens in the portal before me. The man who steps through is Nikola Tesla, the visionary inventor who has appeared in previous dreams, especially connected with time travel and ancestral energy. I was told that the purpose of this storm was a transfer of energy from sacred sites around the world, the location of these sacred vortexes of energy are shifting. This transfer of energy is being brought to places on the Earth where change is needed. The blue lightning is the energy of change. I then opened myself to these shifting energies and felt it streaming through my crown chakra, and throughout my entire being. This went on until the storm outside passed.
When I was at a conference in Sarajevo in June of 2019, I was walking around old town and saw a statue of Tesla sitting on the sidewalk outside of a bar in his name. I was taken aback when I saw it. It appeared so much like my dreams of seeing him sitting at a sidewalk cafe drinking coffee. His dress was always impeccable, with a suite and vest and tie, a slight man with a humble voice, and an incredible intellect. He came from Croatia, and was a visionary inventor, who foresaw the invention of wireless cell phones in the 19th century. It is said, he used his imagination to create his inventions, and even worked out all the details and kinks in his mind, before creating them in physical reality. He knew amazing things about energy, some of which is still not understood to this day. He was interested in Time Travel, and he claimed to have had contact with beings from other star systems. He was truly ahead of this time, perhaps he was a time traveler after all. Perhaps we are now on the cusp of a new age, a time of dreaming a new world, and reality creation. Tesla was familiar with all of these things. I have questioned why a genius like Tesla would have any interest in me, but when I think about it, we have several things in common.
1) The power of reality creation through the imagination and dreams.
2) A fascination with Time Travel.
3) A love of lightning
4) Energy Portals
All four of these are areas of deep inquiry and exploration for me. I often find myself entering into conscious dreams, and practicing reality creation. Traveling through time in dreams by tracking a potential future, or visiting the past. Turning up ancient discoveries through dream archaeology, or exploring the nature of the multiverse through inter-dimensional portals.
“Mystery glows in the rose bed and the secret is hidden in the rose,” wrote the twelfth-century Persian alchemist Farid ud-din Attar.
Last Summer I was introduced, through a mutual friend, to a woman named Cindy Leinweber, who was seeking me out because I am a shamanic dreamer, and teach people how to dream consciously. She invited me to come and see her private collection of visionary art paintings. I was really taken in by the cosmic energy I felt coming through the paintings and the energy I felt in my body as I viewed them. Waves of heat were coming from my body. When I returned home afterwards, I felt like I was having some kind of heat stroke, where I could not stop sweating and my body temperature was having trouble regulating itself. Drinking water and laying down for a bit seemed to do the trick eventually.
Shortly after this meeting, the very next day, I was off to New Mexico and had the opportunity to visit with the artist, James Jereb at his studio at Star Dreaming Ranch near Santa Fe, New Mexico, and talk to him about his paintings, and how they have played into his spiritual journey. It was a phenomenal experience filled with synchronicity and mystery. He told me the paintings are portals of esoteric magic and hold great energies of transformation and healing. We talked about Star Portals, and Synchronicity, Travel to Sacred Sites, and Spiritual Awakening. He told me people come to visit these paintings sometimes and pass out from the energies they hold. I said it was sad that people were having these awakening experiences, but they don’t remember them. I told him I can help with that, because I teach people how to wake up and dream. He was very enthused at the prospect of people journeying through the portals of these cosmic paintings consciously, to have their own direct experience.
When I returned from my trip, Cindy invited me to gather a small group of friends at her place, and lead a conscious shamanic group dream journey, through the portal of one of the paintings. While guiding our group, an interesting experience unfolded for me during the drumming.
I immediately felt a physical tear come from my right eye, and then saw three black teardrops flow into the dreaming. I somehow “knew” the 3 tears, were specifically referencing a certain painting. I looked down at my feet and saw a mass of writhing, black snakes. I welcomed their healing power and wisdom. I searched in my mind’s eye for the painting with the three teardrops, but I could not find it anywhere among us. I then found myself stepping through the red portal of life, vibrantly alive like a heartbeat. As I stepped through the red portal, I looked down and saw both of my arms and hands, had turned to gold.
When the journey ended, and I shared my experience of the three teardrops, Cindy told me she has another painting with three teardrops, but it is not at her house. It is located in Baja California!
She showed me the painting in a photo, and I discovered it was called “Negredo” and the first stage of Alchemy. The painting has 13 red roses, some of which show 3 tears dropping from their petals. I was told the painting was about the dark night of the soul. I understood in my journey, this was true on a collective level for us all at this point and time. On a personal level, it was a time in my life, I had been experiencing many painful losses, and lots of changes over the last three years.
Not long after guiding the portal painting journey, I had this dream.
3 Groups of 3 Red Roses
I am taking the long view in my dream, looking back over important times in my life, where three groups of three red roses showed up as a rights of passage or initiation. Each group of three red roses, were a turning point in my life, and roses played an important part of the story both literally and metaphorically. I am now aware that I am entering the last three roses of my lifespan. I see the first of three, present itself before me. I am looking at a red rose, the same size as me, hovering before me, like a portal into another world.
I was truly taken by this dream, which made me feel as though my life has a hidden design, and I am on the right path, and ready to enter into the mystery of the red rose consciously, as it is large enough to encompass my entire being. I feel the presence of the Goddess in this initiation of the rose, and a deep and abiding love.
I was recently reading a book called “Fate and Destiny” by Mythologist, Michael Meade, and came across an idea he described, which I found both resonate and intriguing. He described what he called “the spirit of the soul” and I had never quite heard it described that way. I decided I wanted to meet the spirit of my soul. I incubated a dream intention, “I want to know the spirit of my soul”.
The Spirit of My Soul
I see a nun wearing a habit, colored in light blue and white. Behind her is a background filled with red blooming roses.
I was wholly shocked in finding this connection to the spirit of my soul, and felt that she must be really disappointed with me, since I had long ago given up following traditional paths of religion. I couldn’t shake this image especially the red roses behind her. I decided to look more deeply into the colors of her habit in baby blue and white. I found it to mean she was devoted to the Marion Mysteries.
The Spirit of the Rose
The Rose has long been showing up for me in dreams, and waking life. When I reflect on my dream of the 3 groups of 3 of roses, in the scope of my lifespan, I began to ask myself, where have roses actually shown up at crucial junctures in my life?
1986 – The Rose Girl (Maiden)
When I was in my mid 20’s, I suddenly lost my job working for a commercial real estate firm, when they declared bankruptcy and closed their doors during the Savings and Loan scandal and recession during the 80’s. I had no notice to prepare my finances, and nothing saved for a rainy day, and so I had to find work where I could, and ended up working as a rose girl, selling roses in bars around Dallas. I made ample money to pay my rent, and that was my goal. One night I had a dream that saved my life.
I dreamed that I was selling roses in a country western bar called “Belle Star” and as I walked past the front door, a man came through and began shooting. I was shot in the neck and fell to the ground dead, surrounded by blood, and roses spread everywhere.
I woke from the dream terrified, and felt I had witnessed my own death. I decided to call in sick to work, afraid I might meet my own death if I went in that night. I was told I had the best route, and I would make lots of money. They did not have time to cover my shift, and if I didn’t come into work, they would fire me. They gave me my shift schedule, and where I would be at what times. When I realized Belle Star was on my route, I knew for sure I could not go to work. My ex-husband at the time, convinced me I was being silly, and it was “just a dream” and plus we needed the money. I decided not to go and listened instead to my dream. I was fired from my job, and my ex-husband shamed me for being so irresponsible. I felt like a loser. The next day, on the front page of the newspaper, was a story of a man who had gone to “Belle Star” that very night, during the time I was scheduled to be there, and shot 3 people. I felt it was incredible, that I had dreamt of a possible future, and been able to avert my own death by taking action based on my dream. I felt there must be a reason I was given this information, and so I began to try and learn everything I could about dreams, and share that with others. It was a fate that set me on the path of eventually becoming a dream teacher.
2002 – Three Tiered Fountain of Roses (Mother)
When I was in my 40’s I was a newly divorced, single mother raising 2 children, and I was trying to start my life a new. I was relatively new as a licensed massage therapist, and began to discover how difficult it was for me to practice, because memories of childhood sexual abuse kept surfacing. I was in the middle of a healing crisis of my own, and not able to fully be there for others. I had begun to volunteer for a non-profit organization that was advocating peace, as we were heading toward war with Iraq. I found that I was a natural at organizing events and fundraising, and I was offered a job there in a new position they had created as Assistant Director. I was not expecting such an opportunity, and so I decided to sleep on it, and see if this position was right for me. In response to my question, “should I take the job?” I had this dream.
I see a three tiered water fountain, with red rose petals floating on each level.
I woke from the dream really surprised by what I saw, but felt it was a very soulful and spiritual image and felt it was a sign I was meant to take the job. I did end up taking the position and soon after, they held an announcement party, to introduce me to the members of the organization as the new Assistant Director. I walked into the old brick building located in East Dallas, and there in the atrium of the building, was a three tiered concrete fountain, with red rose petals floating on each level. I knew I was in the right place, because I it was exactly like my dream.
The Portal of the Rose
So now I stand before the single Red Rose from my dream, about to enter the final path of my destiny, in connection with Mary Magdalene. The mysterious magical paintings are stories which continue to unfold, and clearly have me stepping more deeply into the Alchemy of the Rose.
Cindy and I dreamed into the portal of the Mary Magdalene painting to see what wanted to come through, and she shared with me a vision of a public event she wanted us to organize. I saw it would be at the Bath House basement at on the shores of White Rock Lake, at sunset, and that it would take place as the sun drew a path of golden light across the lake and into the basement of the bath house where the painting would be placed in a small intimate space to resemble a lagoon. The sunlight reflecting on the painting would activate the energies of Mary Magdalene. We set up the space as directed and invited a select group of my students to participate. 30 people arrived for the event, and the sunlight shown on the painting just as I had dreamed. The journey began with my drumming for our group in inviting them to enter through the portal of the painting, or perhaps for Mary Magdalene, to come through to us. I saw the painting light up in gold, and she stepped through the portal into the sacred space we had created together. She walked through the crowd touching the head of each participant with golden light. She then moved out on the path of the golden sun across the lake and activated a portal of energy now held in the lake. We ended the evening watching the sky turn pink and purple and offering prayers of beauty with red rose petals that had been brought to honor Mary Magdalene.