Safe House III - The Bird's Nest

כ״ג באייר תשע"א
Mab 25

In follow-up to my previous two safe house dreams (I and II), yesterday nature added another voice on the matter as well. A pair of robins began building a bird's nest over the porch light where I live. Today the nest is complete and has the rounded cup form (on top of the porch light lid) of a typical nest. It seems this family of robins think I live in a safe house too, so they are making their home over the porch light right by the back door. Even our frequent going in and out of this much used door has not deterred them from building their nest over the back porch light.

Perhaps the black goddess (known as Sara-la-Kali~Sara by the Gypsies), who is intimately involved with weather magic and nature, and whose sacred pilgrimage to the sea occurred on May 24th (perhaps when the water of the sea was released as I subsequently dreamt in the May 25th Safe House dream), called out to them as well and told these two robins to build their Safe Nest on my home.

Clearly, no coincidence. The Divine in both it's male (the bird's nest connection) and female aspects (the sea/ocean/weather/nature connection) is involved in this matter of my dreams and the link of my dreams to natural occurrences.

Also in related note, the evening of the 24th (the night of the black goddess Gypsy pilgrimage to the sea and the night before the 25th dream) I was having a problem getting to sleep due to coming and going twisting muscle 'chest pains' (not usual for me) which were ultimately relieved only by taking stress-relieving Lorazepam (as I had discussed with a friend of mine the next morning). About 1/2 hour after taking the Lorazepam, I felt a 'pop' (in correspondence to the dam 'breaking' in my subsequent Safe House dream that very night) in my chest which immediately relieved all the tenseness in my body, including the chest pains. The sudden popping relief of stress and the subsequent pain relief which rushed over my body like water are relevant to my recent dreams and actual happenings of nature.

Safe House II - The Pardes Parable

כ״ג באייר תשע"א
Mab 25

Early last week I dreamt of the beginnings of a flood and my escape to my safe house. Last night, I had another flood dream:

I was at home with my family. It was raining heavily outside. From inside the house, I heard the sound of something like a dam breaking outside. Suddenly, oceans of water came flooding the land outside from the south. Our entire house was engulfed underwater like being at the bottom of an ocean. But miraculously, no water came into the house and the house stood firm upon its foundations, not moving or buckling at all as it was completely covered over by the rushing waters. We rode out the deluge in peace, safely tucked away inside our home.

When the waters subsided, we went outside. Everything around us looked like the area of Joplin Missouri where a recent monster tornado destroyed neighborhoods for as far as the eye could see. Everything around our house had been similarly destroyed - everything that is but our yard and our house. Ours alone came out as it had entered.

As soon as I wrote the last line above describing my dream, it struck me that this is exactly how it is described in the story about the four who entered the mystical Pardes, where Rabbi Akiva exited as he had entered - in peace. Interestingly, water, like in my flood dreams, is an important element in the Pardes parable as well.

Called Up By Goddess

כ"ו בכסלו תש"ע
Shamash 28

A friend of mine inquired this evening as to the potential meaning of a dream in which her teeth are shattered. While we are each the ultimate masters and mistresses of our own dreams, I too, have had recurring "teeth dreams" ever since I was a little girl (and I am now a grandmother of six). Consequently, I am inclined to believe that my own significant experience with "teeth dreams" qualifies me to interpret such dreams in a general manner.

Generally, the turnover of teeth can represent a period of powerful change or transition driven by the Divine Feminine force of fire. Teeth dreams are good dreams signifying that Goddess is driving forward a major transition in one's life. Goddess is calling the dreamer up to the task of further spiritual development, to do greater magic.

When teeth are shattered, this usually signifies that our illusions are about to be shattered. How strongly we hold onto or how easily we surrender the illusions Goddess wishes to remove from us largely determines how painfully or peacefully we may experience the transition through which our illusions will be shattered.

Letting go of our illusions is a very important part of spiritual development - to be engaged and challenged by Goddess to do so is a challenge that is merited in some way. Only the worthy are called up to the test.

Teeth are also directly related to time, and specifically to the witches' wheel of the year, through the Hebrew letter shin (ש).

Tongue Of Fire

י"ו בסיון תשס"ט
Mab 16

I dreamt.

I was swinging (by something like a cord tether) and flying around a lilac-like bush in the yard. The bush was like the lilac bush I've written about before, but it was not that lilac bush, and it was in an opposite portion of the yard. I was wearing a long beautiful white lace vintage chemise-like gown. It was a bright, sunny early summer perfect day with a fresh smell of newness in the air. The day smelled like days smelled when I was a little girl (although I wasn't a little girl in the dream). The day had vitality.

The impression arose in my mind that there might be insects or a nest of spiders in this particular bush, although I could see none. Even though I could see none, as I encircled the bush several times, the impression of infestation remained and could not be shaken. I decided I should try to move away from this bush. It wasn't exactly my bush (though it appeared to be) - and it was infested with something.

Suddenly, the bush broke in half from where I had been cord tethered to it. The top half flew into the nearby fence while the bottom half remained rooted in the ground. The breaking of the bush released the cord tether (and me with it) from being bound to the infested bush.

Yet, even though I had been released, so too had the structure to which I had been bound been broken. The breaking of the structure also destroyed the hidden structure in which the hidden infestation nested. When all the boughs of the bush broke, the infestation had no place to hide.

I felt a slight impression of movement on my scalp at the top of my crown. The infestation had left the bush I had broken and jumped onto me! I walked over to my father and had him examine my head - did he see them? He told me they looked like little somethings.

So, I went and washed my hair and scalp at the nearest sink in the kitchen. As I began washing it, the swarm tried to escape from being washed off my scalp and down the drain, fleeing in a line onto my beautiful white dress. Oh no you don't - I'd rather be naked than host you! I took off the dress, and with it, off came the entire fleeing swarm.

Stepping out the kitchen door onto the porch as I took off and discarded the dress, I opened my mouth to blow out the 'taste' of any infestation and blew out a long tongue of fire - like a dragon might. But the tongue of fire that I blew out was different from a dragon's in that mine was longer, very focused and more controlled. It looked more like a river of fire energy than a flame of fire. The streaming fire energy had no end, rolling out beyond the horizon. Flames of fire drop back from time to time to their origin of burning, but this tongue of fire did not do that - it kept on going and began dissapating from its origin in me.

I woke up.

The tongue of fire reminded me of the pulsa denura, a harsh yet protective judgment which issues forth to protect the Divine Feminine.

I have no idea where it's going, but two points are certain - the protective judgment has been sent out and it's not coming back to me.

Black Gold

י'ח אדר א' תשס"ט
Keolwulf 19

Last night I dreamt.

Many 'scientists-alchemists' had searched for the cure, for the answer, for the 'right formula'. But no one had found it yet, and the few who had been brave enough to try into the final but multifaceted dangerous step had ended up with a disfigurement of the skin and face. Like Moses.

The disfigurement was cancer-like and would slowly eat away at the person's form, eventually making the person crazy-like mad and turning the person into hard stone which would itself then easily crumble into dust. One man had found a treatment that would stave off the disfiguring and cancer-like progression on the skin for a limited time, such that even though he had the condition, his skin had not progressed to apparent disfigurement yet. Time was running out though, and he needed to find the cure before it did.

Then came Black Goddess Underworld Initiation Ritual Concoction. Like a mad scientist myself, I had prepared my own alchemical concoction, my own attempt at the 'right formula'. My final extract poured down from its vessel in the sky, down from the upper horizon of and into the dream as a thin line-like stream of pure-black oil.

I saw the man reach out his hand to catch some of the 'black gold' in his own black mortar. I heard the words 'black gold' as he did it. As he was catching the black gold as it poured down, he slid his hand into the stream until black gold poured over his hand as well - this was a very dangerous, potentially lethal and intimate act of immutable connection to it, and to me, the creator of the black gold. The black gold contained Awesome Divine mystical power. It could easily kill a person to touch it directly. It was dangerous enough to just catch it in one's mortar, but to touch it directly, to take it upon one's skin - well, there was no turning back and no way out of taking it to the end now, whatever that end may be. This one and I are immutably and irrevocably joined now.

There were two 'areas' which pertain to the long-sought cure - the one which has been known by all those who have tried alone in the past, and the other concerns 'balance'. The man's act contributed balance where all others have not. We are on our way, going now where no one has gone before.

In the dream it was clear, no one in the history of humankind had ever gotten this far before.

I woke up. And decided to add a naughty touch of lampblack into the final preparation of Black Goddess Underworld Initiation Ritual Concoction.

Related entry, Thursday night's dream -
Countenance Of Radiant Gold, Robe Of Light

Thundersnow In Metro-Atlanta Today

ה' אדר א' תשס"ט
Keolwulf 6

In follow-up to yesterday's entry Messengers of the Black Goddess (discussing my dream observance of an unusual weather phenomenon), earlier today as I walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, I heard Foxnews reporting on thundersnow in the metro-Atlanta area today - the female reporter reported "it's not only snowing in Atlanta today, there's thunder and lightening too. Have you ever seen anything like this?" She was clearly astonished.

Thundersnow is an unusual weather phenomenon. It is not only snowing heavily in Atlanta today, but the snowstorm is being accompanied by thunder and lightening, typical of rain-producing thunderstorms but atypical of snowstorms.

Read more about it:

Atlanta Thundersnow!!!
Heavy Snow Falling Across Metro-Atlanta, Thundersnow in Newnan
Thundersnow in ATL
Thundersnow in Atlanta
The Weather Geek Corner: Thundersnow

A Strong East Wind

ה' אדר א' תשס"ט
Keolwulf 6

In follow-up to my earlier entry Messengers of the Black Goddess, where a strong east wind saved me from being swallowed up in an ocean of molten earth:

The Divine will battle for you ... then the Divine said to her there ... by the sea [of molten earth], held back through a strong east wind of the Night [Black Goddess], to pass through upon dry ground ... Shemot 14:14-22

where the earth divided, [facing east] molten on my left, solid ground on my right.

Related entries:
Four Winds From The Lips Of A Song
Ketoret Samim And Ketoret Zarah

Ketoret Samim And Ketoret Zarah

ד' אדר א' תשס"ט
Keolwulf 5

Commentary on Tetzaveh from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee - Ketoret Samim And Ketoret Zarah.

Lily & The Day The 'Devil' Came Out

ד' אדר א' תשס"ט
Keolwulf 5

Last night I had several complex dreams, awakening a little between each. There was only one person from my real life in any of these dreams.

First Dream - Lily and Me

I was in living in my parents' house. A deep rumbling commotion outside stirred everyone inside to go out and investigate what was going on. I was first to come out, and stepped down off the back porch looking toward the east. Everyone else had come out behind me and was still standing on the porch. There was a huge black tornado coming straight for us. Everyone else ran back inside to seek shelter. But I noticed something odd and remained outside - the sky was not dark and stormy like it usually is in tornado-producing storms. On the contrary, the sky was bright and sunny behind the thick blackness of the tornado. I hesitated to run back into the house. I wanted to behold this odd sight just a wee bit longer, to take it in, to see it, to capture the vision of it in my mind - this rather extraordinary phenomenon.

After I snapped out of my amazement, I started back toward the porch to seek shelter against the tornado inside the safety of the house, but it was too late. The house had disappeared. Then I realized that this was truly no ordinary storm. In fact, it wasn't a storm at all. Some extraordinarily rare event was happening. Cataclysmic even.

The ground glowed bright orange as the molten innards of the earth came up to the surface, breaking through from north to south. I hopped over toward the area of earth in the yard that was still dirt-like and solid. Toward the north of me, the ground buckled like a molten ocean horizon to horizon, rolling with molten earth - all around me everything that I once could see had disappeared. There was only molten earth to the north of me and bare desolate earth to the south of me. I needed to go south to get out of the molten danger zone before the molten area advanced to underneath my feet. Still in the yard, I turned toward the southern bare desolation - the only safe direction to travel. As it had stood in the driveway, was my jet black car, just waiting for me. The surface of the earth had changed, but my jet black car still stood solid and unchanged, beautiful as a shining black pearl. It was just me and Lily now, there was nothing else left in this part of world - everything else had vanished.

I woke up, and then went back to sleep.

Second Dream - The Doorpost, Agents of Destruction

It started in the old post office by the old library in my hometown. There was a gang of insane killers who gruesomely murdered people for the thrill of it. Their hatred of me had driven them insane. They started their murderous spree in the old post office, stabbing and hacking people to death in the back offices. In stabbing those they stabbed, they were trying to find me and felt that they were stabbing me through the people they stabbed.

Dee, the receptionist at work, was the receptionist at the old post office. When she heard the screams of those in the back, she altruistically ran back to try and fight the murderers off and save any that might not yet have been murdered. But Dee was overpowered by the murderous insane gang and met the same fate as the other victims. [I think in this dream, Dee symbolizes for me all that is sweet and nice and good and truly altruistic, because that is how she is in real life and that is how she acted in the dream. She had no concern for herself - her only concern was to save those being attacked. She was willing to face the possibility of her own likely death in a futile attempt to save others. Her name is also symbolic of the letter 'd' - dalet of 'door']

Though I had not been in the back offices, somehow I witnessed all this through the veil in the air. I retreated back from observing through the veil before the murderers 'saw me seeing' remotely and came to know where I was, I hoped.

Then, I was in the college town to the west of my hometown, hiding from the murderers among a small crowd in a college cafe. The murderers stormed into the cafe, stabbing everyone, including me (although they didn't recognize me as the one they were looking for). I was stabbed multiple times, but had not been fatally stabbed or as hacked as some of the others. I lay crumpled in a corner, remaining still as if dead. I was still alive, but the murderers didn't realize it. They continued stabbing and hacking up the others who tried to get away from the stabbing. Those who tried to avoid the blows and were successfully murdered. I took the blows as if dead, and lived. When the murderers were 'sure' everyone was dead, they left. The police came in, and I indicated that I was still alive.

The dream changed such that I had recovered from the injuires I had received during the cafe massacre.

Now, the gang was heading to a little town east of my hometown to murder and I knew it. Having survived them, I had a psychic connection through which to follow them. I was going to stop them somehow. I didn't know how yet, but I knew they had staked out a small family-owned country store. I saw them murder a young man on the street who happened upon them as they were staking out the little store. They were checking out the landscape, to go back to their den to devise the most gruesome and frightening plan of attack. They liked terrifying and torturing their vicitms.

I had to do something! but I didn't yet know how to stop them. I got into the back seat of their getaway car to try to hear the details of their plan as they made it. When they came back to the car, they didn't see me there. They didn't discuss their plan either. On the way to the car, they had grabbed up another young man to murder.

I was suddenly moved to securely behind the veil again. The gang drove to and went into a house in the small town. It was a big nice house belonging to a relatively wealthy family in the area. They murdered the entire family. One young dark-haired woman, the daughter of the father of the family, caught my admiration as I observed through the veil. Even though she knew it meant a more torturous death for her, she stood and faced the leader of the gang face to face, with a fearless defiant expression on her face. I tried to come through the veil to help her by pulling her back through the veil with me, away from them, but I couldn't get through. She was stabbed to death, after they cut her face several times as she stood defiantly with regal honor. I vowed to remember her, and to stop the gang in memorial to her.

I woke up. I went back to sleep.

Third Dream - The Day The Devil Came Out

I was in my house. My house didn't look like any house I've ever lived in and the town was none I've ever lived in. The 'city powers' wanted to repossess my house and to take it away from my 'husband' and I. My 'husband' was not at home. I was being evicted.

My house had been an exquisite house, but having received the eviction notice from the 'city powers', I had disassembled the structures which had made it so highly magical. I took the parts with me so that when I was forced out and when the 'city powers' took it over, they could not benefit from anything in my house. I left.

At some point after I left but before the 'city powers' had come in, my 'husband' had come in 'remotely', working from afar, to destroy things in the house so that the 'city powers' couldn't derive benefit from the house. The 'city powers' were angry that we had removed the 'power of the house' and wanted to arrest me for destruction of 'their' property. They summoned me back to the house to charge me.

Now there were invisible animal spirits in the house. The 'city powers' blamed me for the animal spirits crying out in the house - they were going insane! I wondered why the animal spirits were going insane. I focused to understand the cause.

At the north end of the empty house, outside the house, there was now a vacuum of existence surrounding the house, creeping closer to manifestation. In the vacuum outside, against the outer walls of the house, were myriads of big black bugs like the flesh-eating scarabs in The Mummy movie. At night, the scarabs would crawl over the outside walls of the house and the noises they made were driving the animal spirits insane. Presently, the scarabs only came out at night, but they were advancing into the inner reality of the house and would soon penetrate it even during the day. I made the 'city powers' see the scarabs advancing into the day reality of the house, the day reality they (the 'city powers') were in. They freaked and ran out, yet still determined to arrest me for destroying the value and magic power of the house.

As they were freaking out, I broke free from them and ran around the corner into a shadowy subway-like alleyway. As I realized they were still freaking out in front of the house and not following me, I stopped running and saw a door in the concrete wall to my left of the subway-like alleyway. Someone was knocking on the door. I went over to it and opened it. The 'Devil' came out. He was dressed in all black. He had come to help me. I smiled and now felt safe. My friend, the 'Devil' went to tangle with the 'city powers' on my behalf. Everything was going to change now, for the good.

I woke up.

Whew! What a night. Oddly, in none of these dreams did I feel the emotion of fear.