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| The Comedian |
I have finished the general tidying up required after a long Winter...the branches, leaves and garbage have all been raked and piled. I've seeded the Vegetable garden with Spinach, Mesclun, Lettuce, Chard, Carrots and Radishes. I have had good success with direct sowing here...Plants grow so quickly!
It feels, these days, as if I am on a bullet train traveling faster and faster...destination unknown. I feel rattled...the train is not a smooth ride. Readying our home for the market, even though I am as ready as I'll ever be, is still bittersweet. I keep myself as grounded as I can by working in the garden, touching Boulders, sifting through the sandy Soil...
And by drawing the continual Faces which appear in the early Morning... my familiar Faces of the Night.
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| Grandfather |
About something...
And in the Morning, I draw the Faces of the Ones who are my teachers. As I go along this dream course...this Ascension 101, perhaps, the Faces change, become stronger, more odd, from the Humanoid viewpoint. But still, all the Faces exude such positive, loving energy...some, I have trouble stopping, I want to continue on and on, drawing with my pen, overdrawing...staying in their wonderful energy for as long as I can.
I remember the relevant parts of the dreams...usually the last part, the part just before I awaken, where I ask a question which I will remember later...a question that feels very important to me.
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| The Hunter |
After seeing the unexplained lights in the Sky during last Summer and Fall, I have become fascinated with these visitors, our Star brothers and sisters. But even taking this fascination into account, I could not have imagined this particular dream into being.
During the dream, I found myself in a large room, having just arrived. It felt as if I had just awoken; I felt heavy and tired. There were others there, and I seemed to be the focus of many sidelong glances, although all tried very hard and politely not to stare.
There was no semblance of lucid dreaming, no observations from on high. I was completely in and part of this dream.
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| The Guide |
He led me, as if I were a small child, to the large expanse of window in front of me...
And there...oh! There was the night Sky, but it was like no other I have yet to see. I held my breath, as I stared and stared at the sparkling jewels laid out in front of me. It was immense, the Stars had no end, and each was as brilliant and bright as the last. I found myself staring far out into the Universe...
I felt so good! I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, as joy flooded through, over and over. It was as if the Universe was laughing with me, as if it loved my reaction to seeing these luminous Stars, which blinked and twinkled before me.
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| The Healer |
The Sky was a deep, velvety purple, with indigo streaks throughout. Stars were everywhere, so thickly strewn it looked as if they each encroached upon the other. And the light! So strange...light and dark all at once. Was the brightness inherent throughout the Sky coming from the Stars alone? It seemed impossible, yet I saw no other source...
In complete and utter awe, I felt more than saw my guide approach. I must have been told it was time to go, since I found myself backing away from the window, my eyes never leaving the expanse of Stars.
I was told to enter into this small vehicle, which may have been what I arrived in. It felt familiar, and I remembered the white, leathery, comfortable seats. Still, I felt no fear, only sadness that I was leaving.
In a small, earnest voice, I asked my guide..."Will I still see the Stars?"....
I was assured I would.
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| Master of the Barn Yard |
And with this answer, I awoke. For some reason, I felt it was important to look at the time on the digital alarm clock. It was 2:22 AM. The beginning of a new cycle, in numerological terms.
In my last dream, once again I found myself at a desk ( I have had the schoolroom dream numerous times) with my instructor seated across from me.
In my dream, he looked and felt completely human, yet when I awoke, I realized he was vastly different.
In the dream recall, he had a mane of hair running down his back, straight back from his forehead. His face had soft, fine hair covering it, with well defined eyebrows and vaguely feline eyes. I attempted to draw him, as I feel I know this person well, but it was difficult...I did him no justice.
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| The Instructor |
After hearing the answer in the affirmative, once again, I awoke. This time, I forgot to notice the time. But I awoke hearing the word Ascension as if someone had just spoken it into my still rather doubtful ear.
The World is in upheaval, to put it mildly. So many indiscretions are being revealed...every day I read about a new invention, more medical breakthroughs, human heroism along with falling governments and some fairly evil craving for power amongst a few people.
I hear Mother Earth urging us to join her in her own Ascension, of which we are all a part. I feel the intense pressure of the solar flares, which affect me in myriad ways.
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| The Dreamers |
I am being taught to be an observer, more than a part of the action. This is a little different for me...I am accustomed to wading in with both feet. But I feel I am going somewhere I am not supposed to plan for, to control, to force my outmoded ideas upon.
In the words of John Lennon and Paul McCartney...
And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And that's what I'll do...I'll let it all be.
As the song says...there will be answers...
