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Whatever emotions of sadness and shock you may be feeling now as you read this, the emotions were amplified 10 times over for me in the dream. I was sobbing the entire time Morrison was speaking. But that's not all. After Morrison’s speech, I was walking on a sidewalk outdoors away from Congress, yet the scenery around me resembled the route I took as a college student in New York when walking away from the school’s athletic complex. At one point an excited group of mostly white college students ran past me. I could read their minds, and they were running to the Capitol because Congress was about to debate and vote on a measure to expand the scope of the federal death penalty; the group of young adults that ran past me were pro-capital punishment.
I know that this dream was a shamanic lesson for my journey. It’s about racial hatred as a manifestation of wetiko. Wetiko infects every part of the world in myriad forms in equal amounts, but as an American I needed to truly understand the emotional cost of racial separation and antagonism in this country, since it is here where I’m supposed to do my healing work. Although I’ve understood the spiritual cost of racism in more intellectual terms and got a bit emotional at times after George Floyd’s death, this dream allowed me to fully feel and express the grief of living in such a wetiko-infected society. Also, the group of pro-execution students that ran past me signified how younger people won’t automatically be more liberal. It will take all awakened Shambhala Warriors, shining our lights, for society to truly change. I think most of us who frequent this forum are Shambhala Warriors, and only 1-3% of the world population needs to awaken for the positive transformation we crave to come to fruition. My sense is we passed that threshold last year.
Finally, I saw Toni Morrison in my dream because she is one of many powerful spirits who is helping us from the other side. Here in the US, we also have John Lewis, RBG, John McCain, Mimi Jones, and many others. There are spirits at work all over the world too. We truly aren’t alone.
@coyote Horrifying dream trenched with truth. Thank you for being a messenger for the rest of us.
I’m very glad you’re heartened by my dream. I didn’t really feel like I was interpreting it so much as conveying unambiguous messages from an experience that falls somewhere between a dream and a shamanic journey.
@lovendures I wonder if the second part of your dream (sadly) came true last night with the spa massacres. I note in your dream the "split" could refer to multiple locations. You were present at a place where shootings occurred and two separate people called you from places with shootings -adding up to three locations. It was apparently a lone wolf and the targets were of Korean descent.
Thank you mkay for asking. I actually had that thought myself, sadly. I think so. It ended up being a spa, not a salon. Good thought on the split as well, I forgot about that. And there was an immigrant aspect, just Korean.
It is indeed such a sad event. I was hoping I had been wrong about this one.
Back in December I had a number of significant dreams that were associated with important astrological events and calendrical dates. Three in particular I want to share here, since when they're strung together they contain messages that people on this forum may resonate with. The first dream is more personal, the second dream is transpersonal, and the third dream is a bit of both.
Dream #1
This one took place on the morning of the 18th, which is the day Jupiter shifted into Aquarius (I’m not sure if that’s the right astrological terminology). Some background: last fall my then-employer—an agricultural land trust in Rhode Island—purchased a farm in the RI town of Johnston as an addition to its network of community farms and gardens.
On the morning of Dec. 18th, I dreamt that I was driving to Johnston in order to visit the new property. The scenery was rural, which matches the areas I’ve seen in Johnston in waking life. As I approached the farm, clouds of dust started wafting through the trees and across the road. The road then turned to dirt and was soon being traversed on the shoulders by earth-moving machines (which I figured were the source of the dust). I realized that I made a wrong turn and that I needed to get back onto the paved roads. So I did a U-turn, but there were several large trucks in my way (the type for hauling rocks and soil). They were moving slowly back and forth, so I decided to weave around them. It was tricky and a bit intimidating navigating around those trucks in my small hatchback, but I made it.
Next, I arrived at the farm, which consisted of a dilapidated house-like structure in a smallish field surrounded by woods. The farm workers were hauling construction materials in their arms as if they were preparing to renovate the house. My supervisor plus a coworker I’ll call Anna were also at the farm, and Anna suggested that the 3 of us should help haul materials. I assented, but I was nervous that because of the symptoms associated with my current waking health condition, I wouldn’t be physically capable of lifting and carrying the material.
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The dream ended there. My nervousness in the dream reflected how I would actually feel in such a situation in waking life. But the earth-moving vehicles and the renovation prep hinted at new developments taking shape in my life. The fact that the focus point of the dream was a farm is also encouraging, since I have a longstanding interest in agriculture. (Note: I woke up from this dream by rolling over and accidentally falling out of bed. When I scrambled back up and looked at my clock, it was 7:11 am.)
Dream #2
This dream, which I had on the morning of Dec. 22nd—the night after the winter solstice—also requires some background. One of my co-workers in the fall was of Nepalese descent but was born in Bhutan in the 1980s on her grandfather’s farm; her family was a member of the Lhotshampa community, which collectively refers to ethnic Nepalese people living in Bhutan. In the early 1990s the Bhutanese military began confiscating Lhotshampa farms out of a perception that the Lhotshampa were not assimilating into Bhutanese culture. This happened to my co-worker’s family, and they were forced to flee to Nepal and live in a refugee camp until they emigrated to the US around 2010. Another piece of background is that the land trust where I worked in the fall does a lot of outreach in Providence’s immigrant Hmong community, which mostly comes from Vietnam and Laos.
Anyways, in my dream I was hovering over a Bhutanese village. The village was a mixture of Ngalop households (the Ngalop are the predominant ethnic groups in Bhutan) and Hmong households. (In our waking reality there aren’t any Hmong in Bhutan, but because my employer worked with Hmong immigrants, my brain supplanted the Hmong for the Lhotshampa people pf my co-worker.) The village was a peaceful multiethnic community, and I didn’t get any sense of tension. The Ngalop houses were quite large and could more accurately be called “lodges”; they were made from a rattan-type material and resembled Quonset structures. They were built on stilts and were surrounded by wide wooden porches which were also raised. Interspersed amidst the Ngalop lodges were groups of houses that belonged to Hmong families. The Hmong houses were made of bamboo and were smaller and more angular than those of the Ngalop. The Hmong “huts” were also raised on stilts and surrounded by porches (or platforms). Even though they were smaller, the Hmong huts did not denote cultural status in relation to the Ngalop. The Hmong were just more comfortable in smaller structures. All the houses, regardless of architecture, were aesthetically pleasing and obviously well cared for. The whole scene was bathed in amber sunlight.
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I then hovered to a different area of the village and was shown a group of Hmong children happily munching fruits that resembled pineapple or jackfruit. I was shown how the discarded rinds of the fruit were upcycled into siding material for the Hmong huts, thus providing insulation and rain protection for the otherwise porous bamboo walls.
This dream was showing me a possible future for the Aquarian Age, one where there is no cultural/ethnic conflict and where humans are instead nurturing beauty. The way the people were using fruit rinds as construction material also indicated a cooperative relationship with nature where there’s mutual assistance (by eating those fruits, the people are also dispersing seeds for further propagation).
Dream #3
This one occurred on the night of Dec. 31st into Jan. 1st and is especially interesting because it incorporates a foreign language. I dreamt that I was back in high school in a Chinese language class (I actually did study Mandarin through my 4 years of HS). The teacher was my teacher from waking reality, whom I’ll just call Wu Laoshi (laoshi 老師 is Mandarin for teacher).
Wu Laoshi instructed the class to copy the characters for the Chinese translation of the sentence “Mother and Father are hard at work in a wet field.” (The sentence may have also been “Mother and Father are hard at work in the field while it’s raining.”) The “characters” were written on the whiteboard in front of us and actually consisted of a single, hyper-convoluted character with many radicals (components) that were trying to convey a full sentence all in one go. The radicals for mother (mama妈妈) and father (baba 爸爸) were at the top, while below them was a grid pattern. There were individual dashes in each grid square that represented water and, combined with the grid as a whole, conveyed the idea of a wet field. Below the field was the radical that represents a plow in the character for “male” (nanhai男孩), thus conveying the idea for work.
I was having trouble writing this convoluted character, so Wu Laoshi walked up to me and asked what was wrong. I responded that it had been years since I wrote Chinese characters and that I needed to practice more. That was the end of the dream.
So, the first dream spoke directly to me and was about how things are beginning to shift in my life for the better. The second dream is about the possible future awaiting humanity, but only if we harness (plow) the opportunities that are becoming available and work hard. That's what the third dream is about, in addition to the concept of reclaiming lost abilities. I think the first dream was also conveying the idea of hard work via the excavation vehicles and the renovation prep.
I had other significant dreams in December, but they aren't for sharing ? .