In last week’s post I mentioned how my friend and gifted dreamworker, Justina Lasley, helped me understand how dreams are pictures of emotions we need to face if we want to wake up to our truths and live our lives as fully as possible. I had written and scheduled that post for publication during the previous week because I wouldn’t have time to write a new one while we were visiting friends in Aspen.
Synchronistically, on the day we returned from Aspen—the day before last week’s post was published—I received a letter from Justina. She’s been working hard creating a launch for her newly republished book, Wake Up to Your Dreams: Transform Your Relationships, Career, and Health While You Sleep, and asked if I could help her get the news out to as many people as possible.
I must tell you that Justina is one of those special, generous-spirited…
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I know I’ve had occasion to post this extract from Seth’s The Unknown Reality before. But these words bear repeating. For me, there are no more haunting words in any language than these. What suffuses them with such haunting potency is that they are words touched by the mystery of death, and not just personal death, but the possibility of species and even planetary death. They are words spoken with absolute assurance and finality.
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Lately I’ve been feeling and getting messages from Spirit that experiences in my life are coming full circle – coming to completion so a new cycle can begin. This is partly what prompted me to return to the cocoon and begin a new journey through my Butterfly Journal. Some of these messages have come from animal spirits, the loudest of which from the mockingbird.
About three years ago, following the messages from my dreams, my intuition, and animal spirits and guides, I completely changed my life. When I had first moved to where I am now, I would be woken in the middle of the night by what at first I thought was a car alarm, but then came to realize that it was a mockingbird, Mimus polyglottos – mimic of many languages – to be exact. This is the highly intelligent Northern Mockingbird, who can apparently mimic nearly…
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I think in portioned harvest
gleaned from sustaining waves
of teemed fish-ed sea and stiff
stem seed-ed fields of now’s
swift impression…all…all image
destined straightaway for decline
in my tissued memory.
I touch instants with my fingers,
hold the seconds of encounter
with dimensional perception
of rough smooth…warm chill,
and I calibrate distinction without
looking for some vast dimension…
for I seek a sensate knowing now
acquaintance with my world.
I command the moment…adjust
choirs of sound…salt sweet sour the
taste within my mouth…and withdraw
to dream sleep quietus until morning’s
promptings of the now.
Artwork by Salvador Dali