A Rich Dream Encounter

lily pads

Lily Pads At Longwood Gardens

Talk to the dead; they are alive  by Robert Moss

Many of us yearn for contact with departed loved ones. We miss them; we ache for forgiveness or closure; we yearn for confirmation that there is life beyond physical death. This is one of the main reasons why people go to psychic readers.Here’s an open secret: we don’t need a go-between to talk to the deceased. We can have direct communication with our departed, in timely and helpful ways, especially if we are willing to pay attention to our dreams and learn the arts of active and conscious dreaming.Sometimes we sense the presence of a deceased person we have loved. Sometimes this is accompanied by physical signs, little anomalies that suggest that something is moving through the veil of our routine perception and our consensual reality. Full-fledged visitations often take place in the spacious reality of dreams and liminal states of consciousness, quite often in the hypnagogic zone. In whatever ways they can find to get through to us, our departed come to visit for all sorts of reasons…

—from Dream Gates, a blog by Robert Moss located on beliefnet.com

I’ve written before about my favorite dream shaman, Robert Moss, and he’s the one I turn to when I need a deeper insight into one of my dreams. The above quote is what I found when I went searching through his Dream Gates blog for pieces he’d written about encountering departed friends in dreams. It does not quite touch on my experience, but it’s a kind of verification that what I experienced I actually experienced, albeit in a different level of consciousness. A few days ago I awoke feeling languorous and as if I’d been relaxing in, no, rolling in, green, the green of spring, of freshness, of fertility, the color of pleasure. Closing my eyes, I opened my inward eye to try to recover my last dream of the night (early morning actually) and realized that I’d been wrapped up in, embracing, an old friend who left the physical world quite a while ago. We, he and I, were stretched into each other as if our very molecules were blending, shapes shifting, drifting in, sharing bliss. The totality of the dream fragment was this simple encounter.

Now this is not a friend I dream of often, so I  pondered what could be the meaning of this melding. Was I embracing my inner animus? Was I simply relaxing myself, releasing stress, healing myself in a dream fragment? I think the answer is neither of the above. Previous to going to bed the night before, I had been cleaning out old emails and found one from a very long time ago (transferred across several computer upgrades) written about him by another friend. I read through the message, remembering the times she spoke of fondly, and then finally erased the message with only a pinch of regret. I think somehow my picturing him in my mind  sent out a psychic vibration into the layer of consciousness where he is now, and he dropped by to visit me. And, given his affection for me, he embraced me for a while, allowing me to sense him and say hello in return.

Sometimes I’m not sure what I believe about parallel realities and “other worlds.” Do the dearly departed walk among us in another level of vibration most of us can’t see? If we do sense a presence, is it a thought-memory or the personality? To explore such ideas and puzzle out the nature of reality (if anyone really can) is a pleasure I can’t get enough of. An addiction to looking for ghosts of all sorts? Hmm….

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Dreaming of Houses

View of 2-story gray house seen through a snowy woods.

A House in the Snowy Woods

Last night I dreamed about a house – not sure of the details but I remember seeing the outside of a square, tall house set on a hill of green grass on a sunny day…

I’ve been interested in dream interpretation since I’ve been a small girl. My first introduction to it was buying a “dream guide with lucky numbers” pulp paperback one afternoon on my way home from junior high school. I decided my lucky number was 8, but as for the rest, I wasn’t so sure that dreaming about horses meant I would lose money through a friend. Later on I would study dreaming as interpreted in the Seth Material. Jane Roberts’ “Seth” book, Dreams, Evolution, and Value Fulfillment, provided a history of how humanity dreamed itself into existence in the physical world and how its continued dreaming helps shape the daily world. However, fascinating as the material was, my nightly dream interpretation continued to be both obvious and elusive. I read other authors: Patricia Garfield, Gayle Delaney, Ray Grasse, Robert Moss. Each theory connected into the others, but in the end I decided that I was my own authority and, allowing my intuition to surface as best it could, began a dream journal/dream journey which has come with me into today.

I believe we dream on many levels: one level deals with our day-to-day existence, offering advice on the current situation. Another level brings hints of directions we could take while making decisions other than our normal course. Still another level ties into our cosmic existence, hinting at other lives and other probabilities. It takes much practice to sort this all out, but it is a worthy task as the challenges make you look into other aspects of your life which otherwise remain hidden.

To me, houses in dreams represent the shapes of our lives: a house, its shape, style, number of stories, rooms, hidden rooms, staircases, doors, windows, cellars, attics – all have significance. In the photo at the top of this message, a house is seen through snowy woods, as if in a dream. Is it a destination? A background? Is the dreamer coming towards or going from? Is the house hidden by the trees and snow for a reason? Who created it? Who lives there? Who lives there now?

In the answers to these questions lies unexplored territory of the psyche. I’m getting my hiking boots on!