I am grateful for mages like the one this week and for my dream images. The image has two sets of quadrants. The outer quandrant number 1,2,3,4. Both the image and my dreaming, a huge movement into the sunterranean of my being. I am living one of the biggest challenges in my life, perhaps akin to being birthed. The trauma of my now being birthed is very much unconscious, quantrant 3. The kind of love I experienced following birthing and my formative years, held all the oomph layers that year after year that needed to be navigated. To get from quadrant 3 to quadrant 1, I have navigated the thin veil of despair, the key that unlocks the door to my subterranean sanctuary. The accumulation time of quadrant 3,2,4, is now being divested; it’s divesting tme, cleaning up the corners of hoarding, squirrling away. My dreaming part of my life leaves me with such intense feelings, I need to spend time in Welcoming Praying to eventually allowing me to gaze into the symbolism, to the whole picture of my life unfolding the plan that is not mine, inviting me to claim, tending the bright shoots of everlastingness, Space doesn’t allow me telling you my whole dream time. Washing my clothes, I am am achieving a relationship with my emotional self, getting rid of negative feelings, attitudes. The interview on Tuesday is taking on new meaning. This time I am totally involved with the birthing I am now going through, the birthing akin to that of when I breathed by first breath all these years ago.
