7.10.18 The Dream
In what some people would call reality, I am physically at this moment sitting outside on my deck in the dark. I can’t see the stars anymore with the light of my computer in my eyes. But I can feel them. I am chicken without a fence to close off my deck, so I don’t turn off the outside light to my bedroom. I can hear a creature, probably a rat, messing around Georgia’s garden workspace so the light helps me not be confronted completely by the sounds in the dark.
It is not bothering my euphoria after my dream walk, however. The dream was given to me by what I refer to as the Realm of the Beloved. If I had a doctrine or a dogma which I don’t, I would say that the Generating Organizing Design of Creation I come from is the Realm of the Beloved. I come from there. I think from there. I live from there.
And on exquisite mornings like this, I get to experience a portal open here that is both here and there.
The silence this morning out here on my deck is so soft. I can feel the waterfall of the pond. I can hear a small animal rustling around the fence and maybe even a larger animal down below along the fence. Lily barked at something that we couldn’t see the other day which was so strange. It wasn’t later that I realize that it was Buddha boy, our precious friend, our teenage bear, that she was calling to, wondering why he didn’t come down to see us. I have a couple of times felt him in the rustling down in the creek below when I am out here alone. I know that he is still finding Lily’s and my connection valuable as we do his. Our secret love affair.
I couldn’t do anything but come outside this morning. Even filled with a certain tension of considerations over the rats, and the possible small creatures, that hunt in the early morning.
I am a Dream Walker. I get to shift dimensions and exist in parallel realities hidden from view in the limited vision of most human realities. This has been my delight since I was small even though I didn’t know the word for it. My DreamTime which was sometimes also when I am awake saved me from the harshness of my times. “Children should be seen and not heard.” “Don’t be silly.” “Fold your hands and sit up straight. Be a proper lady.” And while those were the less harsh ones, they were harsh enough for me. I had Frank, our gardener, once dig me a grave-like dip in the earth in a part of Mother’s garden where she could not see. I would slip out at night or in the early morning with my Indian blanket and curl up in my precious hole and sleep.
The soft stems of the tall plants and the permaculture farm floated in their etheric bodies around me. My lotus shaped tent imaged around me. Not solid in form but definitely experienced in substance. The white of the tent made a soft glow in the early morning darkness. I could not keep smiling which continues even as I write these words. Nothing fit right of course. In dreamstate, there is no need for things to make room for each other. Everything is welcome to come together in whatever way it can. I was shimmering and so was Lily. The divine essence that I have no words for was the air I was breathing. That essence comes to me in so many states of experience. From the feeling of being so welcomed and enjoyed to being in the prana of light in which I breathe. I could see the glimmer and sparkle of the divine essence on and in everything around me making the bubble in the tent glow with a heavenly light. I knew it came from the link the stewards of this land had with the divine.
I was living in the lotus glamping tent I am exploring in my waking state at this time. Lily was still sleeping on the floor filled with rugs and sheepskins behind me. I was spellbound by the smells of the garden and the mountain air. The movement of the trees though not audible beckoned me.
I unzipped the door of our tent home as we also, I thought, smiling, had a van home and visitation homes where I kept my frozen foods, my work storage, and other things. All places to go that, while they were homes, they had transfigured into locations on the planet that I felt called to sometimes be. All this I could think in my Dreamtime. I loved the sweet clarity of truth that was not only a concept for me anymore. A truth for me had become a reality. Home had shifted for me in this Dreamtime. I realized as I dreamed home in my dream walking without the conditioning that I am wiggling out of that indeed home has changed for me. The home is my earth and the sky and all animate forms that still resonate in that connection. That which is not in that resonance seems to no longer be present to me or, it is possible, everything is present now in its animated form. It is of no matter. The richness of connection in the animation of life is beyond precious with those I get to participate in life with. This planet and the cosmos always have been there for me.
I experienced a greater consciousness in my DreamTime this morning. I felt a higher consciousness moving among the people on my behalf. I have been feeling this safety and security that arrived shortly after ‘the bears’ could no longer participate with me here. There is an instinctive way of being that has opened the doorways to my next level of embodiment. It would seem that a natural process is taking place where I seem to be an active participant in that process.
I am more awake now, so I find it hard to even write the experience for it is somewhat compromised by “who me?’ But in the DreamTime my own consciousness wandered in a sentient assessment, not a human judgment, of where an Earth Mother would be welcome. I can feel the intense difficulty for me now of being on any property that is owned but not stewarded on Creation’s behalf.
Feeling the reflective glow of everything around me, the tent, the air, the plants, earth, sky, and trees basking in our togetherness, I could feel where people welcomed me through human social desire and social graciousness which is a lovely thing that human beings do, but now was not real for me. I could feel myself breathing free from where Creation and its activity in my existence are not recognized.
Standing so still, getting ready to go outside my tent, I felt my heart fill with those that welcomed me through their realized heart connection to creation and in their joy of having a way to provide for my needs in some small way. I knew they were in their own direct link with Creation letting Creation know that this was their way of welcoming the natural world beyond the limitations of their property and their homes. I also knew in my dreamstate that I had mapped within my psyche where my feet could tread and where my body could be. I thrilled with that. I knew something in DreamTime had been settled and the stress of navigating between worlds had reconciled. Not everyone is designed to be one such as me. It is in the welcoming of that which is still in union with all life that the union between humans and Creation reconciles and forms.
This morning in DreamTime, I could experience the ‘me’ of me that is forming into a state of being that is walking the earth again. A Dakini walks in me who sees and blesses those who care, in their unconditional love, for those who are bonded to the natural forces, to the elemental kingdoms, and to the divine cosmos from which the earth found her form. And she searches. She searches for those others who are restoring or have restored their bonds to the natural forces, to the elemental kingdoms, and to the divine cosmos from which the earth came into existence. Those who live in reconciliation as a way of life.
I was trying to share yesterday what it was like for me to be in conversation with an amazing young woman on whose land my tent and my van have a place. I realized in my dreamstate this morning that the conversation was in the dimensional reality where the union of the cosmos, the earth, and human is reconciled. The Realm of the Beloved was in the fabric of a very practical conversation about compost toilets, a platform for the tent, and a place to park the van. I could feel through the entire conversation the threading of unity in the discovery of how to bring me into the land in the activity of being one with Creation.
The soft tenderness of the plants around me and the trees that loomed above me in my dreamstate is now like my prior mornings where the veil parts and the richness of the deeper realities permeate where I am, and I live there.
I believe this merge of the deeper realities into the human psyche is happening many places now. I will do my best to support those who are in the reconciliation process…the return of human and Creation into their unified state of wholeness.
Matrixes have returned to the kingdom here and are permeating the human psyche, rupturing the limited mind, and opening humanity up into the wonders that they were designed to be part of.
In my small part of the kingdom, there are a bunch of us experiencing this so profoundly.
All this floated in the bliss of my mind as my dream body felt its bare feet on the rugs and skins, felt a loose gigantic well-worn cotton top hanging loosely from my shoulders, and watched as my arms and hands reached out in front of me.
I felt the minds of other beloveds now in permanent unity with me, as I unzipped my tent, Lily still sleeping on her soft sheepskins. I stepped out because I had heard the mountain lion waiting for me. To my surprise, there was also Bear. It was good to have the netted gazebo, also not in form only image, mostly for the bugs to stay away from me. I am not distracted from Presence.
There they were. The mountain lion and Bear looking at me. Our minds merged. The trees swayed. The sunlight barely peaked through the darkness creating a flickering dimensionality of worlds.
The dreamstate faded with me standing at the fence being with the wild creatures, Lily softly barking in her sleep letting us know she was aware, and the soft plants all around me basking in the reality of our shared home.