Meditation Elation and Strange Dreams.
There was a good turnout last night. I expect a very good turnout next week, as well. The five of us shared a moment in space and time where we collectively called out our demons and allowed them to be swallowed by the Earth and then called in healing and cleansing energies to scrub clean the gunk on our souls. Struggles were shared. Perspectives were broadened. The energy around us was thick and palpable. Everyone brought something to the table. The surrounding discussion was stimulating. Discord was never judgmental. All were heard openly and honestly. It was a utopia for but a brief few of hours on a Monday night in Johnny's living room. It was the dream he's been striving for years and I've been encouraging for months coming to fruition. And it was beautiful.
I shared in his excitement. I see each person that was present as a gift that keeps on giving through revelatory reflections on what we shared which continue to surface throughout my day and on into the coming week, I'm sure. And occasionally, I just burst into random giddy laughter because it's just so freaking beautiful! I have felt absolutely elated ever since I left last night. I would wake in the middle of the night and feel a stupid grin spread across my face. This morning, I even saw a goofy grin on the face of a rattlesnake in my dream just before I woke.
And about that dream... I was in a meadow, with woods nearby. Rattlesnakes kept coming out of the undergrowth in the woods to try to approach me. I heard a voice say "Eastern Timber Rattlers". I think I was protecting a child, maybe it was Jonah, I'm not sure. The snakes were the wrong colors, all bright orange and lime green and neon yellow, like a gradient across the length of their bodies. They would slither up to our feet, hiss and rattle and I'd kick at them and they'd retreat. This happened three times with three snakes approaching each time, but only one of them in my field of vision when I kicked at them. On the third time, only one came out at us and when I kicked at it, it did not retreat, but tried to lunge and bite again. I grabbed it by the head and swung it around to wring its neck, killing it. A moment's pause to see no more snakes were coming, and then I woke up.
All the time, they had these big grins on their faces, which I thought was odd, even while in the dream. Also, there was never a feeling of fear in me. There was a sense of being protective, but I don't remember feeling afraid that the snakes were coming. There was sort of a moment of bracing myself to defend against attack, but not innate fear of the snakes. There's this nagging thought that I was tolerant of the attacks as long as I could fend them off relatively effortlessly. But once an attack became persistent, I killed the attacking snake. I think that's significant, given what I've learned about conflict recently through the meditations.
Also, I don't know if it's because I've meditated with him so many times now or if it's just an intuitive connection we both tap into or something, but I found myself anticipating Johnny's imageries or his shifts in focus between various centers. I also felt energetic entities suiting me up in armor during the meditation. Whatever any of it means, it's significant to say that I haven't felt a depressive cycle in many weeks. I wouldn't recognize the me I was then if I ran into her on the street now. I'd have to ask someone who knew her what she was like.
I shared in his excitement. I see each person that was present as a gift that keeps on giving through revelatory reflections on what we shared which continue to surface throughout my day and on into the coming week, I'm sure. And occasionally, I just burst into random giddy laughter because it's just so freaking beautiful! I have felt absolutely elated ever since I left last night. I would wake in the middle of the night and feel a stupid grin spread across my face. This morning, I even saw a goofy grin on the face of a rattlesnake in my dream just before I woke.
And about that dream... I was in a meadow, with woods nearby. Rattlesnakes kept coming out of the undergrowth in the woods to try to approach me. I heard a voice say "Eastern Timber Rattlers". I think I was protecting a child, maybe it was Jonah, I'm not sure. The snakes were the wrong colors, all bright orange and lime green and neon yellow, like a gradient across the length of their bodies. They would slither up to our feet, hiss and rattle and I'd kick at them and they'd retreat. This happened three times with three snakes approaching each time, but only one of them in my field of vision when I kicked at them. On the third time, only one came out at us and when I kicked at it, it did not retreat, but tried to lunge and bite again. I grabbed it by the head and swung it around to wring its neck, killing it. A moment's pause to see no more snakes were coming, and then I woke up.
All the time, they had these big grins on their faces, which I thought was odd, even while in the dream. Also, there was never a feeling of fear in me. There was a sense of being protective, but I don't remember feeling afraid that the snakes were coming. There was sort of a moment of bracing myself to defend against attack, but not innate fear of the snakes. There's this nagging thought that I was tolerant of the attacks as long as I could fend them off relatively effortlessly. But once an attack became persistent, I killed the attacking snake. I think that's significant, given what I've learned about conflict recently through the meditations.
Also, I don't know if it's because I've meditated with him so many times now or if it's just an intuitive connection we both tap into or something, but I found myself anticipating Johnny's imageries or his shifts in focus between various centers. I also felt energetic entities suiting me up in armor during the meditation. Whatever any of it means, it's significant to say that I haven't felt a depressive cycle in many weeks. I wouldn't recognize the me I was then if I ran into her on the street now. I'd have to ask someone who knew her what she was like.