Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Dream Synchronicity: Fireflies


Have you ever had the experience where an object or person you just encountered in a dream turns up the very next day, or perhaps soon after, in your waking life? It's not uncommon when you pay attention to your dreams, but sometimes, it's just so lovely it feels like a gift.

I have a very dear friend, an artist by the name of Antoinette Martignoni, who sends a daily inspiration via email to all who subscribe to her good news express. (Here's the link to her wonderful website: http://www.youareseen.com/index.htm)

On the day of Christmas eve, I woke up knowing I'd been somewhere, doing something rather pleasant, but couldn't remember anything to bring the dream back. I gave up and got up and began my day. When I sat down at my computer to check my emails, there was Toni's message, as most always, a poem she finds inspiring. The dream came back to me in a flash. It was such an unusual synchronicity, I'm just going to share the email exchange.

Toni's email: Seasons
My memories of Christmas were so deeply formed in my childhood
that I went searching for an echo that would ring true other than
Babes In Toyland. I had to go very far back, not only in time but in season:

CHILDHOOD
by SHARON STRANGE

"Summer brought fireflies in swarms,
They lit our evenings like dreams
we thought we couldn't have.
We caught them in jars, punched
holes, carried them around for days.

Luminous abdomens that when charged
with air turned bright. Imagine!
mere insects carrying such cargo,
magical caravans flickering beneath
low July skies. We chased them, amazed.

The idea! Those tiny bodies
pulsing phosphorescence.
They made reckless traffic,
signaling, neon flashes forever
into the deepening dusk.

They gave us new faith
in the nasty tonics of childhood,
pungent, murky liquids promising
shining eyes, strong teeth, glowing skin,
and we silently vowed to swallow ever after.
.................
What was the secret of light?
We wanted their brilliance:
small fires hovering,
each tiny explosion
the birth of a new world."

And I wrote to Toni:

This is beautiful and what's more synchronistic. When I woke up this morning I searched my memory for dream images, fragments, anything from my night travels and nothing came. When I sat down to my computer and read this, it came back. Last night in, my dreams, I'm walking on a winter night along a river bank with friends and I exclaim in amazement. "Look. there are fireflies! Fireflies at this time of year!" The little lights danced at the edge of the water, random heights, sparkling at intervals, just like Christmas lights. How wonderful that your gift of inspiration today was so personally magical for me, as well.

And Toni responded to my email:

ADELITA, your fireflies dream makes me weep. From gratitude, from the magic of how we all are so connected that this morning I should choose a poem from a poetry book I received on Tuesday about fireflies. Hey, lady, it's real. wow.

I'm going to end with another small synchronicity; a link to a youtube music video I just now heard for the first time by Owl City titled, "Fireflies" It conveys just about everything in this post. Here's the opening line of the song:

"You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4

This is my New Year's wish for us all, to believe in the magic and keep an eye out for those winks of affirmation the universe is always sending, especially in our dreams.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Let's Not Name It

By now, most of us feel the holiday aura in the air. Much of the world is celebrating because these are high holy days in the Jewish and Christian religions. For the Christians, it means the birth of their beloved Messiah, Jesus.

Besides the religious nature of these holidays, there's a frenzy of commercial activity, the buying and selling of things to be offered as tokens of our affection and esteem to one another.

I like the feelings associated with this time of year, Hope, the promise of Peace, and unconditional Love. Sometimes I get and give some very cool presents, too, but I'd be really happy to see it all change.

I've learned from my dream life that there is a ridiculous amount of Hope, Peace and Love available to me all the time. I've learned that I'm not alone; I have guides and guardians and many teachers. I have a place to be with my beloved dead and they to be with me. Just don't ask me to name the Source. I don't want to.

In the Old Testament, the divine name for the Hebrew god, Yahweh was taboo, could not be spoken. I've noticed that some Jewish people still spell god, g-d, to avoid naming the divine. To name, whether in dark or healing magic, is to control, to have power over that which is named.

I believe in regards to the divine, to name is to limit - the divine, but especially ourselves. In dreams the divine is constantly shape shifting. Sometimes it appears absurd and outlandish, others religiously conventional and sometimes it's just a feeling of riveting awe. The lesson here is that if I don't name it, shape it to my own all too limited projections, it will surprise, inspire and deliver me from evil. It will appear as I need it to appear; it will say what I need to hear, whether I know it or not.

That Which Is exists. I accept that my mind is too limited, that it is way beyond what I can ever imagine, but also that I am safe in this dance with my divine Love and, because there will be other lives where I will see and hear differently, perhaps I'll know more of it's true Nature. Something to look forward to in death, at least.
Here and now, all I need is to feel it, live it and be delighted and surprised constantly by the experience.

I believe a change from Naming paradigms would bring about Hope, Peace and Love on earth. Who can deny that religion is at the root of most of our tragedies? When we fight with God on our side, we think we have the only truth and can justify any atrocity in god's Name. Witness now as in history, the World Trade Towers in NYC, the centuries of genocide of Christianizing colonialism or the almost world-wide subjugation of women. Muslims for Allah, Jews for Yahweh, Christians for God the Father, these patriarchal religions advocate one Truth that must be served and is only in the keep of mean old men. There's also communism and other state oligarchies where the State becomes the god, but it's still run by mean old men. ("HL Mencken once defined a demagogue as one who preaches doctrines he knows to be untrue to men he knows to be idiots..")

We give power to forces of destruction when we name the divine. It's not meant to be named, just experienced. It's the ultimate ineffable Love that we know is the only answer to everything. It will not be described by puny little humans. It will not be the crucible for those humans who want power, control, whose greed and savagery are wielded in the name of Truth. It doesn't need defending or defining; it needs to be lived. We are each on a soul journey here. We use symbols to express what we can't define, but we must know that what we seek to name is beyond and greater still. It is in perpetual revelation mode, now as it was in the beginning.

Just like dream images, it cannot be the same for you as for me; it is extremely personal. It is Mystery that goes way beyond the cognitive to ways of knowing that are often ignored. Inner knowing, inner certainty, not rational explanation is the key to knowing god.

Yet, we are naturally clannish; we crave relationship and community. Religion satisfies our need to belong to a tribe of "just like mees" and that's cool, if we can keep the doctrines flexible. If a religion teaches rigidity of belief and woeful punishments to the disbeliever, it's a dangerous paradigm.

I use largely pagan metaphors to talk about my Divine, but I hold them loosely. They are and they aren't. If you're saying Father and I'm saying Mother, that's cool, but these are, after all, anthropomorphisms. We're creating a human projection; surely, there's much more of Love to experience than that.

So the thought I'm offering for these holidays is that it's about the Feeling, no matter what the religious paradigm. I believe the experience of Love and Loving is salvific and that's what I celebrate, that Epiphany. I wish for you the certain knowledge that you aren't alone and that neither is anybody else and I invite you to join that clan, the clan of Love is the Answer.

Blessed holidays. video

Music:
"I Can Hear the Angels"
Shapeshifter
Podsafe Audio

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Politics or "Remind me again why I came to this planet?"


I've recently had the great good fortune to cyber-meet a wonderful author and blogger, Trish MacGregor. She and her author husband, Rob MacGregor, have a very worth reading blog titled Synchronicity, (link at the end of this post). I've found that besides illuminating discussions on "all things mystical" they also address some challenging political issues. Trish posed this question to me; "So if politics were a dream, Adelita, what would it all mean?"

A dream from May of 2005 flashed to mind. It's titled "Galactic Travels #1". It's long, so here's an excerpt.

I’m traveling through the galaxy with a group of people I know (not sure who). We’re stopping on several planets, looking for a suitable place to live. On one, we’re adopted by the people there, and after a time, we’re conferred citizenship (or whatever they called it, they made us one of them.) But then something happens, some kind of raid from another planet and we’re rounded up by these men in khaki uniforms with weapons (that look like guns)... At the end of the dream I say to a woman from the khaki army who's questioning me about my education, "I'm not from your planet."

In the dream, my dream self is somewhat passive, yet thankfully, pretty resourceful. I slip out of custody and also confront the woman with the knowledge that I'm not from this planet. Throughout the dream, I'm also interacting with the others I know aren't from this planet. I'm not alone.

"Galactic Travels #1" has stayed with me as the knowledge that we move about in the universe, planet to planet, between levels of reality, living an existence here and there. After this dream, I read some of Robert Monroe's work on astral travel and OBEs. In his OBEs he hops around all over the place, often to some less than tantalizing spots, but the key he offers to all this out of body travel is the knowledge of the power of intention. We move around in other than physical planes with the power of our focus and intention.


"Politics", the word comes from the Greek, "polis", the body of people we are. (Interesting that you add the ending "ticks" and it becomes the mess it is today.) If politics in it's contemporary manifestation is part of the dream I'm living on this planet, at this moment, I remember I'm here of my own volition. I wanted to come here. I came with a group of people I know. When I incarnated here, I had a plan, a purpose. My heart fell in love with some possibility; it's a dream that is mine to fulfill and that needs to be fulfilled here, on this planet. How I do is a crap shoot; there are significant obstacles and crazy thinking people. I'm in a militant plane where the paradigm of fear is created by the few in power and enforced by their armies of minions with brutality. But there are many aliens visiting, like me. We don't live that paradigm and we're here to make a difference.

We're a body of people who've chosen to come to this planet to live among another body of people who think crazy. But we chose to come here to see what we could do, perhaps to make a better home for ourselves and future generations on this gorgeous planet.

(Every time I slip and complain to my husband that this is a horrible world, he corrects me; it's not the world, the planet is beautiful, it's the people.)

So, we have a purpose, those of us who think Love is the answer. We came from somewhere else, but it's important that we're here and we do what we can.

Trish also commented: "Years ago, when I read Jane Roberts Seth books, I was struck by his discussions on dreaming, that in a sense, we dream ourselves into existence, that collective we could dream a better world".

Robert Moss speaks frequently about his dream of creating a dreaming culture, a people who use their night and waking dreams to shape the reality we want to live. I for one am on board with it. We know we're dreaming. We know we're here for the duration of a visit and then we're gone; it's not forever, just now. We are many. We can connect and with the power of our focus and intention, dream the body polis we want to be.

I can re-enter my dream of Galactic travels and rehearse what I want to bring about without fear of the guns; in my dream, I can do what I want. Then, I can transfer what I discover to what I do here, in this waking dream, and I can do it with others, with people like Trish and Rob who are doing it. We joked about meeting in cyber space, but that's where we are really. We are out there as well as here. Our dreams are a portal to that awareness.

When I go back into this dream, I see myself participating in all sorts of ways in the education of the citizenry already here; I want to win them away from fear and brutality. I know that I must assess each battle for its win-ability and stay close in communication with my fellow travelers. I'll do what I can, then I'll be moving on.

Here's the link to "Sychronicity"
http://ofscarabs.blogspot.com/

Photo: NASA - "Spiral and Elliptical Galaxies"