Daily Archive for Saturday, January 15th, 2005

The Spirit World

Dreams :   January 15, 2005

I am listening to the voice of a woman I cannot see. She is talking and saying things to me, yet I find this unremarkable.  In fact, I barely notice it.  It is not unlike trying to get something done while listening to the radio, and not really paying attention to the radio. Then she says, “I am in another dimension, doing my best to make contact with you.” That gets my attention! I say, “Does that mean you are right here with me, and I just can’t see you? She says, “Yes.” My abstracted, lazy frame of mind immediately changes to one of tremendous apprehension, as it dawns on me that this invisible being, and quite possibly others, may be present at any given moment! Feeling my fear, I calm myself intentionally by telling myself that I am sure I have nothing to fear from these “companions.” Indeed, they are here for my benefit! My sense of well-being returns, but enhanced by my awakeness to the presence of my spirit companion, and the Spirit World in general.

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The Steepest Place on Earth

Dreams :   January 15, 2005

I am in Fairfax, but the hills seem unusually wild and monumental. I meet a fireman who tells me about his job. He says, “Once a fire gets out of hand, it will run right to the naked rock of the ridges. There is really nothing we can do to stop it at that point. The fire sweeps through quickly, and doesn’t really change the shape of the land. It doesn’t kill the big trees, and everything else grows back. Fire has never altered the aspect of the ridges.”

I am thinking about the shape of the land and my many dream journeys into it. I recall the feeling of returning in dreams to a familiar starting point, often in Big Sur, irresistibly drawn to the pilgrimage into nature’s sanctuary. I see that the journey always proceeds from an entry point, like a well-loved creek canyon, and climbs toward increasingly steep heights. At the top, above the cover of vegetation, are sheer faces of dark rock, resembling gods overlooking the world. It is as if we are flying, or suspended mid-air, viewing the sweep of land from the forest below to the rock gods facing us. I say to the fireman, “This is the steepest place on Earth.”

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