Awaken the Sacred Dream

Ancestral House in the 4th Dimension

10/23/14 New Moon – Solar Eclipse

I did not want to leave my dream when I woke that morning, because I was having an amazing experience. In dreaming, I am in a 4 story ancestral family home. I notice red bricks near the foundation as I enter the old English Farm house. The bricks hover individually in the air, yet each serve to make up the whole of the structure of the house. Inside the home there are many people who seem part of a large extended family. I am learning from a handsome woman who is showing me around the house. She is showing me how to see what is happening up and down on each of the 4 floors of the house, while at the same time able to see the entire structure of the house from above, down to the bottom and everything inside. I am also completely aware and present with the personal interaction my guide is giving me on this tour of the 4th dimensional. She has large deep dark eyes, olive skin and long dark hair, piled on top her head in a large, loose bun. She is an ancestor of this house from another time. I can see all the people in the house connected with her and the many rooms on each floor seems to portray different family members, living in their time. The view from the perspective of the 4th dimension is exhilarating and appears to me as a very holistic way of seeing, which spans time and space, able to encompass vast amounts of experience and information. The 4th dimension presents a model for the space time continuum, and inside this ancestral house, I am walking through time with an ancestral guide. It was a different way of perceiving and receiving information. As if all the experience and information in this house was known to me by experiencing it from the 4th dimension. It was not needed to be transmitted through personal exchange, however my interaction with this woman was my point of access, which simultaneously gave me connection to all the other rooms of the house, and the people and time periods they occupy. It seems my visit there was about learning the architecture of the 4th dimension rather than honing in on the individual stories held inside, yet at the same time I held all that information too.

This isn’t the first time I have dreamt of houses which hold information on my relationship with past lives and counterparts in other lives. I wrote about it previously in my blog post Dream Archeology and the House of Many Lives.

Exploring Ancestral connections in dreams is much on my mind lately, in the season when the veil thins and leading up to the workshop I will be offering on Dreaming with the Ancestors on Sat. November 1st 1-4 p.m.

Conversations with my Future Self

In another dream, I am aware that I am talking with my future self. I am at the time wondering if I have made the right decision in moving back and having doubts about my plans to be here again. My future self visits me in my dream and I can hear my own voice telling me, “You don’t have to worry, everything is going to turn out alright. You are just where you need to be.” In my dream, I feel empowered by the sound of the voice of my future self, giving me confidence and assurance and I feel supported and loved and I am amazed.

Last year, I had an unusual dream, where I saw my doppelganger or dream double. Since that dream, I have had a succession of interesting encounters which are helping me to learn more about connections with my higher self, my future self and the nature of parallel realities.

The Doppelganger 6-1-13

I dreamt of seeing my doppelganger, a dream double. It was the first time I have ever seen one in a dream. My dream double was attending a gathering at a house I lived next door to, whew! a close call! I also knew what was going to happen next in the dream, as though I had access to the knowledge and life of my doppelganger. I wanted to make sure my dream double did not see me in the dream, as I wondered if it may portend death to do so. On my way to make a hasty exit from the scene, I ran into the director of school where I worked and another woman, who is the director of a school of metaphysics. They were having an interesting conversation about the nature of the higher self and the heart. The director of the school said to the director of the school of Metaphysics, ” We used to be able to “see” the connections of the heart and the higher self, and the two where made visible, one to the higher self and one also to Malkuth the guardian angel.” I shook my head in agreement, as I also wondered if I should try and make it back in my house before my visible dream double saw me!

I discovered upon more research that Malkulth is a name given to the place at the lowest station of the Tree of Life in the Cabala and represents the Kingdom. It is also the place that is known to be attributed to Uriel the guardian angel who is connected with earth and fire and seen to hold the light of god. He also holds a scroll of learning or perhaps teaching. Uriel is also my guardian angel. The dream double or doppelganger is one who lives in heaven or known as the higher self and watches over the one living on the earthly realm.

In another experience, I find myself in the midst of a waking vision and I hear a woman’s voice telling me I need to move back to Dallas to be with the man I love. I had at that time, taken another path and was living in another state. In my vision, I see myself living with him and we are happily reunited. I follow the guidance I am given and move back to reunite with my partner. We experience much joy in our reunion together. I did not think about it at the time, whose voice I was hearing, I was later to discover more. We decide to move back in together, and our search for a home begins. It is in the dreaming where our house is found first.

The House Where I Live 3-1-14

I am now at the house where I will be moving into, inside there is a man with whom I will live, but he is not my partner. He lives in one side of the house and his presence is one who is a master of the house. There is an otherworldly presence about him, he is surrounded by candle light and moves quickly, like light, throughout the house. He is mysterious and I never see his face. I wander into another part of the house, and find my bedroom there that I have not been using and it is a nice space and comfortably decorated, but does not have the same quality of light there, more like the gentle light of morning. I also see the bathroom which I like very much, it is a big open space and has mosaic tile work around the bathtub. I am very happy with the space where I live. I go outside the house to see the neighborhood, and walk around to the backyard. There is an archway where pink roses are covering it, and so many have grown that the stems are covering the entrance. The rosebush has been trimmed back from the ground up so that people may enter through the archway. I have a feeling this is a very special archway covered with so many roses and so much love. I am showing it to a dear friend of mine, with a sense of awe and excitement.

The house in my dream matches very much with the house I found for us to move into just a few weeks later. It has a studio in the front, where I now have my healing arts business located. My dear friend in the dream, also teaches at my studio. The house has a wonderful bathroom with a beautiful tile floor and an old claw foot tub reminiscent of my dream. It is also separated into two sides, much like my dream, and many people comment about the wonderful energy of the space. It is a space where angels have been seen in many of our dream journeys, a perfect place for healing.

I later dreamt about the nature of parallel lives –

Stretching Parallel Lives 8-12-14

I am in a dream with my partner and we are traveling somewhere together, it seems up toward British Columbia or Washington area. On our travels in the dream, I realize that I am experiencing multidimensional reality because I notice that with every decision made some of my energy gets split off into another dimension of time. I can see how this process of splitting makes the energy thinner in the reality I am living now. I am trying to find my way back to the reality I came from. There is one key object that will provide me with the orientation I need to return, but I don’t know what it is, I will know it when I see it. We are now traveling on a yacht in the ocean and there are humpback whales near us in the water, until we find ourselves cruising through a canal toward a harbor. There we can see the mountains, which are beautiful colors of red, green, brown, tan, yellow. I am looking at the mountains and walking up toward a wilderness area, and I see a bobcat come running toward me from a small cave. It is the den for this family of bob cats. Another bobcat comes running toward me soon after that. One jumps up to bite my left arm I am holding out to the side and the other jumps up to bite my right arm. I am aware that the animals know of my presence wherever I go, and allow me to see them, when they want to be seen. I am not concerned about the bobcats hanging off of my arms.

In this dream, we are traversing places and scenes that my partner and I have experienced together on trips we have taken in waking reality together. Even the bobcat, was a familiar scene, when once one came to visit us in our backyard at our home at an urban setting in Dallas, Texas. Of course they did not hang from my arms and bite me as in my dream, but the dream narrative shows me this is their way of getting my attention and remind me that the animal powers are alive and with me. The stretching of energy is stretching my awareness of what is possible. Perhaps I don’t have to go anywhere to find it, perhaps it is sitting in my own backyard. I am stretching my reality to include connections with my higher self and my guardian angel as part of my every day life and allowing myself to be open to the powers of the other world to present themselves to me. I also felt an awareness in my dreaming, that my decisions can stretch my energy in divergent ways, if they are not in accord with my higher purpose. When I am in connection with my higher purpose all roads lead home. It’s good to be home.

Angels Among Us

In our Lightning Dream Group this evening, we talked about how to remember our dreams better, by learning how to explore dreams in a conscious dream state. I shared how one can learn to hang out in the twilight zone, that stage between waking and dreaming, before dropping off to sleep or waking in the morning. It is a very useful practice to learn how to become a conscious dreamer. I shared an experience where I was exploring that liminal place of the twilight zone, known as the hypnagogic or hypnopompic state. It was here, that I found myself in a dark, vast, space where seemingly nothing was to be seen, but something on the edge of my awareness caught my attention. It was a faint pink light on the edge of my awareness, and when I honed in to get a closer look, I found a pink web like material that had an energy to it which felt kind and loving. I wanted to explore more about it and stepped through this weblike material to find myself entering into another reality. I looked down at my hands a saw a mysterious book held there. It was a leather bound book which read, The Book Of Uriel. When I opened it, I saw a picture of a beautiful castle. I suddenly found myself magically transported to the scene I was viewing. Now I am walking a tree swept path along a lazy river, where a roman styled bridge provides passage to the other side. I am now standing in front of a beautiful castle with black turrets supported by sturdy, aged, white stones. I feel an intense longing and familiarity with this place and an incredible desire to return to this place, I know I am only visiting.

After sharing this experience, a woman in our group declares she has been researching Uriel online today and has ordered a book. The next person in our group shares a dream in which she is the architect of a church in a repeating dream, where she is creating some kind of community. We discuss how architects were so instrumental in preserving mysticism and designing cathedrals where sacred geometry was used to create a space for direct contact with the divine. Dreams also provide this kind of space where one can visit locations in the imaginal realm to go and learn from spiritual teachers who have passed on in this realm, but their schools remain hidden in the realm of dreams, yet open to those who know the pathway there. Another dreamer who arrived late to our group, came in and shared he had been trying to find the music and words to a song that was about Uriel, and the other Archangels. Interesting synchronicity at play in this group, surely there are angels among us tonight. We took this as an invitation to go deeper and so we explored a conscious group dream journey together as I held open this sacred space drumming us deeper into the dream realms. We were able to enter the realm of angels, where each person had their own deeply profound and meaningful experience connecting with the archangels, and one even brought the goddess Sarasvati into her dreaming. The path of dreams is truly magical and profound and I am deeply grateful to the powers which surround us and the dreamers willing to commune with the likes of Arch Angels and Goddesses.

The Heart of Dreaming

In my dreaming last night, in preparation for a soul recovery workshop I had to facilitate the next day, I put the question to my dreams, Where is the rest of me? In my dreaming, this is what came;

Sacred King with the Magic Armor and Sacred Heart

In the twilight zone between waking and dreaming, I had a conscious dream encounter, where I found myself in direct contact with a magical king wearing his under suit of chain link armor. He was talking to me about how we are linked. He was showing me, that what I need to bring into this life is a courageous heart. I quite liked this man, he was perhaps an Irish King and very, very handsome and the years shown, were that of vigor and youth. I was amazed at the connection we shared and how clear the communication was between us. I began to realize that this was an alternate personality living in another life time with which perhaps, I am connected. He was sharing with me how I need to bring something of what he has to offer me, into my present lifetime. This was fully through the practice of conscious dreaming and dream incubation, that I was able to reach this connection so directly and clearly. I questioned the information and where I was and what I was seeing at first, but then other people began to enter the scene and I was seeing him interacting with a lot different people in his environment, much as a King would. The action was not particularly lively or the conversations interesting, I was actually seeing him as he is now in his current lifetime. I did try to ask his name, but was not able to hold onto that information. I was bumped by my partner in bed and found myself having disrupted transmission, where my dream screen went black and blue for a moment, until I was able to tune back into to where I was.

He did show me his magical suit of armor and his sacred heart, which beamed glowing out from the center of his chest, his strong beating heart was open and his armor did not cover it. I do recall near the end of our exchange, where a falcon returned to land on his arm.

This sacred King who entered my dreaming, was keen to show me his armor and his heart and talk with me about how I can have a more courageous heart. He was there to share this magical gift with me. It was the same suit of armor I saw in my journey into the House of Time, at a recent shamanic gathering I attended with my teacher Robert Moss along with advanced students and dream teachers who gathered in upstate New York. In one of our journeys into the House of Time, I found myself entering an ancient castle where I found a chain link under suit of armor that was made of light.

Songs of the Fey

Further in my dreaming from last night, I found myself in connection with some faery women who were speaking in their native tongue. They were teaching me to speak their language, which they communicate mostly by singing to one another. When they sing, the powerful sound carries as if from another world away. There is also a kind of clicking noise they make, which is also a part of their language. I then find I have returned from this place and am now present with a group of Robert Moss students. We are supposed to do some kind of creative presentation, and I am going to sing a fairy song in their language, as they have taught me. I sang a bit to Robert to demonstrate what I am talking about and I am able to sing with a powerful voice and make the clicking noises I was taught. A friend began talking to me about reading the fairy tale, “Snow White and Rose Red” from the Fairy Book Collection by Andrew Lang. My friend and I are both working on the same project together and she is going to do a creative presentation with me. We all celebrate together with a drink of fine Irish whiskey from delicate Irish tea cups.

This theme of the Sacred King with the Sacred Heart returned over and again in our soul recovery workshop today. One surfaced for a member of our group as a dreaming memory from childhood, where she was offered during our conscious shamanic group journey, to reclaim the Sacred Heart which she had been convinced to leave behind as a child. In another journey, the Sacred King/God showed itself in a journey to the upper realm, where another member of our group connected with the Tir Na Nog, the legendary other world in Celtic Mythistory. Another dreamer connected with a fiery red headed goddess, who emerged from a sacred healing pool offering her healing from a difficult past relationship. Some of the Action Plans which came from our shamanic conscious dream journey exploration included, singing outside more with children, while another person found their guidance was to tell more stories. It seems the inspiration and healing of the good people, the shining ones, was with us today and in dreaming. Blessed Be. A Wonderful Way to Celebrate the World Day of Active Dreaming today, where dream teachers and dream ambassadors from around the world, were sharing the core practices of Active Dreaming with other eager dreamers. May all your doors and paths and gateways be open, and may all your doors and paths and gateways between the worlds, and may all your doors and paths, to any who would do you or those you love any harm, be closed. May it be so. Blessed Dreaming.

Dreaming with Gaia

This week, there has been a plenty of disturbing news about the state of climate change and our current trajectory on this planet, we call home. It does not look good for us humans, nor the many species of animals and plants facing a mass extinction. The U.S. released a report this week announcing climate change is a determined fact in the U.S. Welcome to reality, too bad it seems it may well be too little too late. I doubt this news will effect any major energy policy related to U.S. Global Oil Companies. What can we do? We must demand an effective energy policy reflecting the results of this study that plans to preserve our environment by using solar energy. Scotland, Germany and Iceland have been able to make huge changes in their energy policy because they have the political will to do so. In America, we can’t even seem to hold onto the civil rights fought for with the blood, sweat and tears of those who came before us. Maybe we missed the fight we should have been struggling for all along, the rights of mother earth.

In reclaiming our connection with the Earth as a living, breathing conscious being with whom we are intricately intertwined, we can bring forth a much needed vision of how to live in connection with with her. We can take action to protect the rights of mother earth and welcome our place as part of creation. The outworn model of man over nature, has shown itself in creating a dominate society of destruction to earth and her inhabitants. I invite you to dream with Gaia. Help bring about a new way of walking on this earth, in connection with the dream she is dreaming for all of creation. In the way of many Indigenous Earth Wisdom Traditions, nothing happens unless it is first dreamt. It is in dreaming, where we may create the world we want to live in, and then act to bring it into creation. This is how the world is created and where the changes we must live will show themselves to enable our survival and that of the planet we call home. The dreams of Gaia await our arrival. Many are awakening from the planetary nightmare, which the western civilized world has sold us. We can each realize our individual part of her collective dream and take action to bring the regenerative dream of Gaia to life.

Dance of the Faery Ring on Beltane Eve

In my dreaming last night on the Eve of Beltane, I found myself entering into the magical faery realms. I was given a magical silver coin which was bejeweled on top and inside was a tasty treat like blackberry jam, so I took a bite of the silver coin and savored the tasty treasure with a sweetness and flavor I had never known before.

I arrived at an ancient tree where I was looking inside it’s hollow trunk. I found myself peering into a tiny world, where a community of faery folk were living. One lived in an acorn inside the tree. He was complaining that it was not a big enough space for him to bring a girlfriend there. He then suddenly joined me as part of my larger world and became the same size as me. (Or was I inside his space?) Things get smaller or bigger here very fast! He took me around and introduced me to his many faery friends, even his girlfriend, who had dark wispy short hair and big dark eyes that held wisdom, independence, and mischief. We then gathered together with a few others and began to dance in a faery ring, going faster and faster and faster! I was afraid I could not keep up with the speed of our dance, but was surprised to find I had no problem keeping time with my faery friends. It is said through folk story and lore, dancing in a faery ring on Beltane can be dangerous. Warnings are given not to trip into a faery ring during this sacred turning of the wheel. The Faery Ring dance is described as a dangerous dance moving round and round and round so fast, that one cannot keep up and then become trapped there for ever. I find in my experience however, to be taken only higher to another level, where a parade of faery musicians arrive, playing instruments the likes of which I have never seen. These fantastic instruments are made from wood and fashioned into harps and horns. The sound waves coming through them were beyond music, they create waves upon waves, ready to carry us through interdimensional space. Finally, more people continue to arrive at this celebration of Beltane and now they are handing out chocolate. Perhaps it is time for me return, to taste the familiar and follow my yearnings homeward beyond the realm of faery, where everything is fantastic and beyond my imaginings. This magical realm of faery also feels like home, my ancestral home. I can live in both places. I am blessed.

Valley Reed 2014 ©

The River of Time

In a recent voyage to upstate New York, I took part in an advanced shamanic gathering of students and teachers with Robert Moss. This magical mountain made of garnet has been the location for shamanic group exploration for nearly 20 years. The last time I had been part of this particular group was 13 years ago, when I attended the fall gathering following 9-11 and we opened pathways for those who had died in the tragedy of the twin towers to cross over. This past weekend was just as powerful, only the person crossing over into a different reality this time, was me. The energy this community of Active Dreamers has grown over the years is palpable and one can feel the strength of it immediately upon entering the room where we gathered.

Over the weekend, we journeyed through the multiverse to explore the terrain Robert had set before us. In his recent

The Boy Who Died and Came Back by Robert Moss — “The Boy Who Died and Came Back” by Robert Moss

book, “The Boy Who Died and Came Back ~ Adventures of a Dream Archeologist in the Multiverse” he writes about his personal journey exploring other worlds in non-ordinary reality, through his connection with several near death experiences as a boy. He goes further, to explain a model of how the multiverse may be structured and that time is not linear, all things and all lives are being lived, Now! This fascinating book, is a manual for how to navigate the mulitverse. Once you are there, you may learn about how to connect with your higher self, the double in heaven, or become aware of parallel lives playing out, where other choices were made and paths taken. It’s ultimately about bringing more of your energy and your self into this reality. Robert Moss shows us many pathways for doing so in his wonderful style of storytelling and exploration as a dream archeologist.

One of the places for Time Travel and exploration he describes is a location known as the House of Time. It is a location in the imaginal realm where Active Dreamers have traveled through time, exploring connections in other lives and dimensions. We went on a visit there in our conscious shamanic group dreaming and here is an excerpt from one of my journeys;

The Mongol Warrior Woman Shaman 4/12/14 Magic Mountain

I approach the steps of the House of Time and each one gives way beneath my feet to create a flat surface, I am not going up the stairs, the up is coming down to meet me. I arrive in the courtyard where I see the House of Time before me surrounded by grounds, where there is a flowering orchard of trees and a quiet river flowing through. I approach the river and see the sun light reflecting on the water, a face of light comes through the water reaching toward me like a mask of light. I find myself in a wild landscape in the steppes of Mongolia.

I am a woman warrior shaman, guardian of these ancestral lands and borders. I also protect the psychic lands and borderlands from invasion of psychic warfare. I am small in frame, but not in stature. I have long, wild, thick, black, hair and long muscular arms. My hair has many thin long braids woven with amulets and bells. My face is set against the sun. I am tracking a small dust cloud in the distance, whipped up by the approach of many warriors on horseback, who come to invade these sacred lands.

I am a Master of the elements through my dance of power, my weapon is the weather, my duty is to protect. I am one, standing strong, amongst many enemies who want to take these lands for their own. I have all that is needed to fulfill my duty and protect my ancestral lands.

The storm clouds are gathering. I am moving energy and gathering the elements of water all around me and into my body. Once I have gathered this power within myself, I send it up into the clouds through my dance of power. I summon the winds as the clouds grow heavy with rain, the sky becomes dark as night as the storm draws near my approaching enemy. The lightning strikes in the midst of their thundering horde. Horses rearing up, dumping their riders, in the chaos of running frantically for shelter from the storm. The fear this storm brings upon my enemies, causes them to loose courage. They frantically seek escape from the massive storm that has suddenly descended upon them. The storm clears the air, and any psychic energy that was intended to try and defeat the powerful Mongol Warrior Woman Shaman.

I have been visited by this Mongol Woman Shaman on several other occasions, during Kundalini yoga classes. I was very glad to see her come through again in this journey. She has a very high energy field and she requires a high energy vibration, in order to meet with her. I feel my connection with her has now strengthened and I am keenly interested in learning more from her.

Mongolian Steppe Storm by Ruben D. Mascaro

I am the Eternal Beating Heart

In a recent dream, I found myself facilitating a class where I was walking around the outside the circle of people gathered there. I held my hands up in the air and listened deeply, both inwardly and outwardly, to the vibrating sound of the Eternal Beating Heart. I was reaching out with my own heartbeat to feel the rhythm of the eternal beating heart. When I felt in synch with the sound and the beat, I then transferred it through my hands onto the shoulders of the person standing directly before me and said aloud, “I am the Eternal Beating Heart.” Each person in the class continued this affirmation and wave synchronization until it had flowed through each one of us and we were ready to proceed with the deeper work we had come there to explore together.

It is good to remember that we are all connected to this primal rhythm, and that we can be conduits to connect others to it and as well as ourselves when we are in the midst of the illusion of separation. Breath and Heartbeat, this is the rhythm of life and something we don’t have to try to do, only remember to become the eternal beating heart. Expanding the field of the heart in synch with the Universal healing energy of the Eternal Beating Heart opens a space for the sacred to dwell. It is here in sacred protected spaces, where the multiverse that dwells within can be explored. Opening the heart to universal heart centered mindfulness is desired to synchronize the energy in the environment. The energy field creates as a way toward harmony in relations with others and the ability to come from a place of empathy, compassion, wisdom and love. The torsion field of energy is theorized to be the model for how the energy of the universe works, and it is also the same configuration the field of our energy takes when it is heart centered.

While that configuration is not what I saw in my dream, it was something felt from deep within the universe, a wave reaching out in continuous rhythm. I was connecting with perhaps, this truth in my dream, which allowed me to experience the deeper heart of the universe existing within each of us. When we feel separated, we can always return to that deep rhythm. We can synchronize our hearts to this primal wave of love that connects all of creation. The Eternal Beating Heart of the Universe!

I invite you to share in creating heart centered sacred space at an upcoming free introductory class coming up;

Sunday, March 30th 2-3:30 – Peace Moves – Conflict Transformation with Conscious Movement.

The Well of Human Kind – A Place of Remembering and Healing – Part 2

The Pool of Bethesda – A Place of Remembering and Healing

In dream archeology, we are called to dig deeper into our dreams, and into the earth itself, where layers of past cultures lay asleep and dreaming of our awakening. In my dreaming of the Well of Human Kind, I determined the healing pool with troubled waters by the light of angels, could in fact be the place known as the Pool of Bethesda located in Jerusalem. In my research of this sacred place, I discovered it was indeed a crossroads of many layers of cultures who have used these healing pools. Many interesting correlates exist with elements of my dream and the different cultures that came to rest there.

Troubling the Waters is associated with the Jewish perspective of intervening angelic powers of healing, as was reflected in my dream previously shared in Part One of of the Well of Human Kind. Troubling the Waters is also spoken of in the bible and the pools of Bethesda are one of the locations where Jesus is reported to have performed healing miracles. The tradition of healing goes even further into the Greek and Roman Ancient traditions of Asclepians, as the healing pools were known, as well as a temple devoted to the Greek God of Healing, Asclepius and also the Greco-Egyptian God – Serapis. This cross cultural pool of humanity is indeed the Pool of Human Kind. It was later during the Byzantine era changed toward Christian leanings, and then during the reign of the Ottoman Empire held Islamic influence where the pools are still held today in the Muslim part of Jerusalem. The Ottoman Empire gave away a part of the pools to the French Anglican Church where St. Anne Cathedral was constructed, next to the location believed to be the grotto and birthing room where the Virgin Mary was born to her Mother Anne. It is interesting to note how this relates to my dream, in that I was flown by angels to meet a woman named Anne Light, who claimed to have adopted me at age 13, and was in effect my spiritual Mother. If these correlations are followed through the dream with the ancient bees as guide along with the angelic light, it would in fact take me to the place of the goddess, and into the ancient virgin cult of the goddess. This tradition is embodied in Anne and onto her daughter Mary, but it was a much older tradition connected to the lineage of the ancient goddess.

This connection to St. Anne and the Birthing Room of the Virgin Mary brings me to another dream which I had this past December 12, the feast day of the Santa Maria de Virgin De Guadalupe.

Birthing Room of the Virgin Mary – Dec. 12, 2013
Last night I dreamt of seeing the Virgin Mary. She was showing me her birthing room, that was a small space carved out of 3 earthen walls, with the fourth wall absent and open to the waters of the grotto. She was preparing to birth the child she was carrying, whom she had just conceived. She also told me she would give birth to 4 children and would be staying here in the birthing room until she had conceived and given birth to all 4 children.

I feel deep gratitude for my connection to the Goddess, in all her forms and her guidance in dreams and waking life, guiding toward healing, protection and birthing new life.

The Well of Humankind – Part 1

Today I attended a lecture with Dr. Rick Halperin, director of the SMU Embrey Human Rights Program, who recently returned from his trip from Israel and Palestine. He gave us a report on the human rights abuses that exist on both sides of the divide and gave voice to the most marginalized populations in Israel. Refugees from Eritrea and Sudan, the Gay and Lesbian community, the nomadic Bedouin people of Israel and Muslim Israeli citizens are some of the most marginalized communities in Israel and everywhere he went in speaking with people, the question was put to him, “Who thinks about us?” He also visited the West Bank of Palestine, in the city of Hebron where the ratio of Jews to Palestinians is 600 to 60,000, but the Israelis have swimming pools and the Palestinians have rationed water. This is the most gentile of depictions of the imbalance of power in the occupied territories, which one could distinctly draw clear comparisons to the Apartheid in South Africa. The most serious of human rights abuses exists in Gaza, which has become an open air prison for close to 1 million people, where no one can leave and no one, not even human rights advocates, have access to see the condition of the people in Gaza. Dr. Halperin made clear that human rights abuses exist on both sides of the fence. My impression from his report is, the only side he is on, is the side of human rights. He has scheduled a return trip there in August, and invites those interested in going to contact him at the Embrey Human Rights Program.

Perhaps a path of healing this conflict, is about remembering our humanity by honoring our history and our stories. Along those lines, I would like to share a dream I had a couple of years ago. I share this in hopes of helping to remember a time when the people who both claim Abraham as their ancestor, lived in peace for over 1400 years. That time will come again, that time is now.

The Well of Humankind

I find myself at a barren landscape in the dessert at a large well.

It is an ancient place. I hear a voice tell me, “you have come to the Well of Humankind, place your gaze upon it and see what you will.”

I see a scene of an Muslim man and Jewish man, who use the well together
peacefully, sharing its resources.

I then see angelic beings of light, connecting with many places on the
surface of the water.

I connect with one of the drops of golden light upon the water with my intention, and I am
taken into a previous dream.

This is the dream where I found myself back inside of while looking on the surface of the *Well of Humankind.*

Golden Beeings
I am in a space where there are bees and honey and bears, and I am wanting
honey. Honey is good for me. I am about to get some honey to eat some, when I am
suddenly being taken up to fly into the sky by these light beings. They are
made of glowing light and they shine like the sun. I am trying to hold on to
my friend’s hand who is also flying with me. My friend takes off first and then
then I am picked up and fly off second. I can’t hold on to his hand. When we
land we are in a space of many other people, and there I am told that I was
adopted when I was 13 years old, by a woman named Anne Light. I see her and
meet her and say hello, I am surprised by this information and cannot
imagine how I could have been adopted by someone I have never met.
EOD

These dreams speak to me of the need for angelic intervention and healing. In my dream of The Well of Humankind, I am asked to look upon the surface of the healing waters and see what I may. What I saw was peace, and the angelic light which can trouble the waters to bring about healing, to a place where cousins have forgotten their connections to one another. I determined to research, if in fact an actual place may exist with a history of healing waters shared by different cultures. I discovered the healing waters of Bethesda, located in the Muslim section of Jerusalem was just such a place.

I will post my continued findings in my next post, The Well of Humankind – Part 2 – A place of remembering and healing.

the-pool-of-bethesda-robert-bateman — The Pool of Bethesda by Robert Bateman

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