dream
last nite i dreamt i was kali, goddess of destruction.
actually, there were many goddesses in my dream and women that i know, here and now, were representatives of them.
the goddesses were angry, not an anger that i can relate to in this physical body,
more like an anger that just exists in the natural world, a cyclical phase, a destructive phase...but there was definitely some negative energy aimed at humans.
anyway,
the various goddesses were teaching the women how to perform the sacred rites.
we were in a huge auditorium, though it was entirely organic...and crops (mainly corn) filled the fields surrounding our 'classrooms'. the corn was ready for harvest, brown and dry, husks blowing in the wind and rasping against each other. the 'school' was endless, like a portion of eternity carved out of nature.
pamela figured prominently in my dream. she had a new truck...
kali was instructing me on the positions to bring about destruction.
i had to stand on one leg, with the other bent and resting against the knee of the one i was standing on.
i had my arms out, like pictures of egyptians, bent as if holding a serving tray.
i brought one arm around my body in a circle once and then on the second pass my bent arm joined in.
i made two passes on the left side,
then two on the right.
then the wind started to blow and chaos began to ensue.
i could feel the power of the goddess move thru me.
i was also larger than life, not the size of a mortal, more like the size of the sky.
in another teaching area, another woman was being taught how to take children from their mothers. i ached for the humans, as did the woman who had to channel this type of destruction, but there was no getting away from it.
i became adept at my power.
i remember i was more the color blue-purple and the woman who had to take babies was a dark dark color. there were goddesses who were the color of autumn and the ripening fields.
each had to learn a different way to destroy...
not a pleasant dream, but a powerful one.
the humans had rites to try and appease us, but these only served to put off our destruction for another time.
the goddesses exist.
i know this.
in another dream (alan was up four or five times last nite),
i met a man who loved me.
he was not alan, but he knew of alan.
we kind of had to hide our love, then he slowly slipped away.his family didn't approve of me, i wasn't conservative enough, too open, too free. he didnt mind but we couldnt keep it going.
he had a lovely, strong nose and i had known him before.
i also discovered a beautifully bound book, which told the story of a sword fighter.
i was caught in between times and got to know the sword fighter thru his book and thru others who knew him.
powerful, aching dreams.
to match my heart.
to match my longing.
to carry me away, if only for a moment,
from the pain of this earth.
thank you, dream maker.
it is experiences like these that lighten my soul and restore my faith.
thank you, great goddesses, for the gift.
actually, there were many goddesses in my dream and women that i know, here and now, were representatives of them.
the goddesses were angry, not an anger that i can relate to in this physical body,
more like an anger that just exists in the natural world, a cyclical phase, a destructive phase...but there was definitely some negative energy aimed at humans.
anyway,
the various goddesses were teaching the women how to perform the sacred rites.
we were in a huge auditorium, though it was entirely organic...and crops (mainly corn) filled the fields surrounding our 'classrooms'. the corn was ready for harvest, brown and dry, husks blowing in the wind and rasping against each other. the 'school' was endless, like a portion of eternity carved out of nature.
pamela figured prominently in my dream. she had a new truck...
kali was instructing me on the positions to bring about destruction.
i had to stand on one leg, with the other bent and resting against the knee of the one i was standing on.
i had my arms out, like pictures of egyptians, bent as if holding a serving tray.
i brought one arm around my body in a circle once and then on the second pass my bent arm joined in.
i made two passes on the left side,
then two on the right.
then the wind started to blow and chaos began to ensue.
i could feel the power of the goddess move thru me.
i was also larger than life, not the size of a mortal, more like the size of the sky.
in another teaching area, another woman was being taught how to take children from their mothers. i ached for the humans, as did the woman who had to channel this type of destruction, but there was no getting away from it.
i became adept at my power.
i remember i was more the color blue-purple and the woman who had to take babies was a dark dark color. there were goddesses who were the color of autumn and the ripening fields.
each had to learn a different way to destroy...
not a pleasant dream, but a powerful one.
the humans had rites to try and appease us, but these only served to put off our destruction for another time.
the goddesses exist.
i know this.
in another dream (alan was up four or five times last nite),
i met a man who loved me.
he was not alan, but he knew of alan.
we kind of had to hide our love, then he slowly slipped away.his family didn't approve of me, i wasn't conservative enough, too open, too free. he didnt mind but we couldnt keep it going.
he had a lovely, strong nose and i had known him before.
i also discovered a beautifully bound book, which told the story of a sword fighter.
i was caught in between times and got to know the sword fighter thru his book and thru others who knew him.
powerful, aching dreams.
to match my heart.
to match my longing.
to carry me away, if only for a moment,
from the pain of this earth.
thank you, dream maker.
it is experiences like these that lighten my soul and restore my faith.
thank you, great goddesses, for the gift.