Solstice Healing Dream

 I meet a crone-ish Goddess, I have gone to see her to ask for help. "I am blocked in my expression, at my throat chakra I think". She lays me on a massage table, thoroughly scanning my body.

"Hmmm" she says "the problem begins lower, in the solar plexus." She begins manipulating my legs, bending and freeing my hips. She rubs a healing ointment that glows magically like sunshine into my solar plexus, then moves the energy up through my heart and throat.

She chats to me all the way through, I don't really remember her words, just her loveliness and cheery warmth. The whole healing process is very thorough, detailed and lengthy - a complete healing session, in dream time!

I awake the next morning with healing energy pouring from my hands, and lay for a while drinking this into my body. Solstice I celebrate at a fun and silliness carol singing evening, with lovely friendly Hackney people, singing my heart out: yes I can state with some certainty, my throat chakra really opened!

Ha ha happy solstice everybody

Cream tea with a ghost?

In the early hours of this morning I was dreaming about an old woman, feeding me a cream tea. We were in a room with big old fashioned windows that she kept insisting remain open, even though I felt chilled.

As she lovingly served up the tea - she also kept indicating to the window. She seemed to say there were more people outside the window, who would come inside, if they could see us sitting here.

She wanted me to know there were more people outside (I looked out and could just see open sky), and also for the people outside to see - "look, I am sitting here talking with her, come in and join us".

My alarm went off 6.30am right in the middle of the dream. As I reached over I stopped in shock for a few moments, as by my bed was a tall figure made up of white strands of light, fading.

I felt that it was the old lady in my dream. I was scared for a few moments - but subsequently felt that the figure although powerful (hence the fear) was ultimately kindly and protective too.

She had served me a cream tea, after all :-)

Attached picture was nearest I could find to what I saw - especially the light being high up - and there being something like a cloak (almost like a crown?), though it was a single figure.

Original artwork here https://www.consciousreminder.com/…/light-beings-spirit-en…/

I was in an industrial estate with faceless metal buildings when an angel landed beside me. S/he told me I was about to ascend to another realm, I found I was eager to go.

S/he enveloped me in vapour, I fell to the floor and cried "angel angel, my body has departed me, but 'I' am still here, please help me". S\he laughed and said I need to learn to find joy in the mists, and poured a golden liquid down my throat.

I hoped this liquid would help me depart, but still stuck in my body I cried "angel angel, 'I' am still here please help me".

But the angel spoke no more.

I pondered a while and suddenly realised with a smile - "I am dreaming, it is all a dream!"

At which point I finally departed, for the promised new realm.

Angelic meeting

12 hours sleep! Unbroken. I didn't think that was possible!

Last night I was gifted an energy orgasmic massage session. It was an amazing download of higher realms into my body. I felt so open, boundaries separating "me" from the universe dissolved. Most striking was the vivid sense of others with us. As if a multitude had arrived in the room - their intention loving, and simply, to help.

Angel Eyes

I find myself seated with a blank sheet of paper in front of me, a brush in my hand. I have watercolour paints on my right and a pencil too. I pick them up and begin working (I notice that I use my right hand which is strange as I am left handed).

I am not sure what to do - I have no image in mind – so I begin to paint content just to see what will happen. A portrait begins to emerge; I find my attention drawn in by translucent flesh and an elegant jaw line.

A mans face is forming, he is beautiful: I look into his eyes and feel myself falling in love for the very first time. I think how he looks like an angel.

I become aware of a distraction off to my left. My father is there and he keeps asking me something. I try to give him some of my attention to see what it is that he wants. He is prodding me in the side saying, “Do one of those drawings you do, you know, like a caricature”.

He keeps on prodding me “go on, go on” and I find myself loosing faith in those beautiful eyes. I try to think what it is Dad wants, I have a vague recollection of what it is he seeks: but my attention is now divided and I am rendered unable to act. In a rage I throw my sketchpad across the room with a scream that rips me in two.