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

Plural self states

Lucid Dream Early Morning:

I am offering Transforming Touch (the main touch modality I use)  to someone in my therapy room. I am leaning over them on the table offering the criss cross (touching left shoulder to right hip). It’s a woman on the table - as Iook at her I wonder for a moment, is it me? It looks like a younger version of me.

I continue working and close my eyes for a few moments to better 'feel' and intuit, as I do sometimes in my work. I feel unnerved all of a sudden, I know something is about to happen. It's a feeling like you get in a 'haunted house' when you get a cold shiver move through you.

A voice speaks from the body I am touching, it’s a man’s voice, I don't recollect what he said. I recall that the voice perhaps came from somewhere lower down on her body, maybe her heart. In the dream I open my eyes quickly, startled. The woman (me?) has her eyes closed and is in a deep rest state. I wonder to myself - did she hear the mans voice?

I drift back to wakefulness, its a very small distance as the dream was lucid and in a light sleep.

I lie reflecting for a while - my body in the dream reacted with 'shivers' like when we meet a ghost. It was a bit scary, reminding me of a 'haunting' or 'possession'. However I also knew deeper down that it's all ok and that this voice needs to be heard. I have been reading about Plural-Self states and feel this voice is one of the "we" within "me" and has always been there. 

Not a dream - an Imbolc stone ...

 Not a dream but a message from a stone in 2014 (still have the stone now), posting here to remind me:

"A lovely practice for my coming year, emerged from an Imbolc ritual - sharing it here to remind me! We intuitively chose a stone(s) each, to represent our seeds for the coming year. Here is what my stone told me about the seeds I am planting:

"You see, when you tried to choose from your head, you couldn't see the stones, all you could see were your illusory desires and fears. As soon as you committed and began - by picking me up - then in that moment you became real.

Whatever you do, commit and do it wholeheartedly. And listen for the pull of the deeper currents. You see as you hold me in your hand, I am also holding you. And the all that is, is holding us both. We are all pulled by the same thing - tides, oceans, land, plants, animals...

When you are not sure of something, just hold me in your hand, breathe and feel. You will feel me pulling you in a particular direction, and in feeling my pull, you will feel your own deeper pull, as moved by that which moves us all. And your "choosing" will have harmony with the all that is, and won't emanate from the illusory fears and desires of your mind.

I am stars, elements, the universe. And I am just another stone on the beach. I am here to teach you."

What a very clever pebble!"

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.

Samain dream

Its that time of year again, of the thin veils ...

Last night I was in my childhood home, with all my family as they were then. We were in the kitchen milling about, cooking, normal family stuff. Then I "woke up" but still in the dream and realised "none of this exists, it is an illusion, none of it is real ..."

With that the walls started changing colour to red, to orange. The family scene carried on but at the same time, it felt like I had taken an acid trip in the middle of it, with multiple layers and timelines all interweaving.

Later I found myself in a swimming pool with my lovely mom Maggie (she died when I was 26). I have not seen her so vividly in dream time for some while now. We were kind of doing a partnered swimming dance in the water, taking turns to lead and to follow, swinging one another around getting giggly and dizzy.

We laughed each time we strayed too near the deep end, dancing on our tippy toes our long swan necks stretching (I was always rather proud of my neck, elegantly long just like hers).

Blue Heron

I am overwhelmed by the arrival of a Blue Heron; its presence is majestic, awesome. This is one of those rare moments in dreams where I become suddenly sentient, aware that I am dreaming and of what I am dreaming.

I leave this conscious space and dream next that I am the keeper of a Jail. I have granted a pardon to two men and am releasing them from their cells. One is old, the other much younger - they both have the appearance of having lived life on the street.

As they are walking away, I have the sudden realisation that a potentially fatal theft has taken place. Instinctively I run to the older man and tear at his trouser leg. Attached to his calf (and bound in a most cruel and distressing way) is the blue heron.

At first I fear it is dead, but then it opens it's eye to look at me - I easily release it with a sense of relief that I spotted and averted this 'death' in the making.

white horse

I open my eyes in a dream and am face to face with a beautiful white horse.

We are nose to nose and I feel hot steamy breath on my breasts, his nostrils are so soft and I want to stroke them.

I do not touch him, but feel deeply aware of his physical presence, his power, his beauty - he touches my soul with compassion and communicates to me an understanding that reaches to my bones.

I feel blessed by his presence.

A Fight with the Devil

I ‘wake up’ lying on my bed with the covers pulled off. I am fighting for my life with an assailant who is unseen and unknown. It is actually not too dark to physically see my assailant: my room is lit orange from a street lamp and blue from my skylight. As I struggle and fight I can see that there is no-BODY there: It is as if the assailant is one and the same as my very own body.

The physical manifestation of the struggle though is very real: I am on my back with my knees and arms drawn up and fight desperately with a force that would pin me back down and make me submit. Time and time again I almost give in but just as my will would give way I discover hitherto unknown ‘backup’ resources of energy and fight.

At one point I wake up: the terrifying thing of this dream is that it is totally lucid and takes place in my own room exactly as it is and without the usual ‘dreamtime’ alterations. I realise (or think) that it is the Devil who I am fighting and that I must not and cannot shy away from this encounter. I order myself straight back to sleep so that I may pursue this encounter once more and prevail.

Later that same night I dream I am dragged from my bed and around on the floor, up the wall. This dream too is lucid but I know it to be only a dream whilst it is happening for the room in which it occurs is not my own.

Later the next day my flat mate tells me I have been screaming in my sleep.

Astral Flying

I find myself walking down a street and I realise instantly that I am dreaming. I decide to have fun and allow my pace to quicken: allow myself to fly.

I travel smoothly about six feet above ground level down the centre of the road; at first I feel scared, afraid I will loose control and go too fast or too high. Then I remember to trust and let my body surrender to the experience: fear is resistance to what is happening, resistance breeds more fear.

I let go and the experience becomes beautiful, exhilarating; I am consumed by a tremendous sense of wellbeing. I look around me at the road signs and try to ascertain where I am. I see a high street of the type of small to medium sized town that commonly gets swallowed by a larger neighbouring city.

I reach a steep windy hill leading out of the town. As I begin to climb I realize that it is steeper than I expected and a slight feeling of panic arises. I have the sense that I am heading out into the countryside but the hill is too steep for me and so I blackout.