The Ship Of Safe Passage

ט' באלול תשס״ט
Belz 10

Ki Tetzi

כִּי תִקְצֹר קְצִירְךָ בְשָׂדֶךָ וְשָׁכַחְתָּ עֹמֶר בַּשָּׂדֶה
when the reaper reaps in the field ... Devarim 24:19

Last night before bed I drew the sixth rune, the first rune of the second row in my developing set of personal runerows. It was the 'm' rune mannaz (pronounced mawn-nawz), the rune of Divine consciousness made manifest in the individual and within the race of humanity. Mannaz is also known as the adornment of ships, the androgyne and the guardian of the institution of blood sisterhood.

I dreamt.

Political structures and of the wealthy filled the atmosphere. I was neither a political figure nor wealthy in the material sense, but for some reason I was among these kinds of people and in the politically charged situations. I wasn't a central figure, but my presence had been deemed needed. I was just there - just in case I had been chosen as some believed I was. Some weren't sure if I had been chosen, so I was given no real role in the proceedings - I was only there because some believed I had been chosen. So, I was just there, one among this group of people.

Then, news was delivered to the gathering. There had been a horrific massacre of a group of people. I was chosen by the President to go with the team to investigate the crime scene. We went to investigate.

There was blood all over the place. The people in the place had been brutally butchered, literally. The people had been killed on account of one particular woman's presence, they were her supporters and her group. She had also been killed. Looking around the place, I 'saw' back in time the manner in which the woman had been particularly gruesomely butchered and cut up - her head had first been methodically cut in half from the crown of her head down to her neck. Then, both her breasts had been chopped into large chunks and then rechopped into smaller chunks. The vision was awful, but in it was also a message.

That this gruesome fate had been called up and sealed for either this woman or myself was the message. We could not both occupy the office for which I had been chosen. The actuality of the fate had been called up to discern between us. Watching the woman's dissection at the hand of the Reaper, I did not feel she had been a woman obviously deserving of such a horrible fate. Nevertheless, having been summoned (by whom I don't know), the Reaper reaped.

I woke up.

With it's association as the adornment of ships, mannaz follows perfectly from Thursday night's dream, Mysteries of the Staircase.



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Runes 1-3: Transmission of a Sacred Secret
Rune 4: The Wholiness Code
Rune 5: Mysteries of the Staircase

The Four Sisters

ד' שבט תשס"ט
Imbolgen 4

Last night I dreamt.

I was one sister among four sisters. We were all of similar age (young women) tall and beautiful singers of some sort. (I looked nothing like I look in real life and am hardly young at 48.) I also had long black silky hair in the dream (each sister had a hair color unique from the other sisters). We were all wearing long silky dresses and very long elegant silky shoulder wraps sort of like the one in this video of Come Tenderness. We each also had our own clothing color scheme - I was the pale blue one - my shoulder wrap was white - or my dress was white and my shoulder wrap was pale blue - not sure which was which color (it may have alternated actually).

It was night. I remember that at one point, we each jumped from an overhanging rocky ledge into a bay-like area in the sea in which a crowd of people had also jumped for safety against or hiding from something. Everyone was treading water in the seabay at night to 'stay out of the sight' of some group of beings. Everyone was 'laying low' and 'staying off the radar' there in the bay. It seems that it was a safe place for most, but after a few minutes, my sisters and I had to get out of the water, also for safety and security (for both us and those hiding in the water). We couldn't stay there with the crowd in the water for some reason. But before leaving, I remember standing again upon the rocky ledge overlooking the bay below, with my flowing shoulder wrap moving gently like waves in the breeze and singing a soft song to those remaining in the water. After that, my sisters and I were 'whisked away' by our bodyguards to somewhere safe and secure. We were whisked away together (around the same general time), yet each separately taken to her own 'place' apart from the other sisters (for our safety, by keeping the pursuers from being able to focus on us together as a singularity). I had the feeling that we each (separately and together) embodied a very awesome power which was greatly coveted by those who pursued us.

I woke up.

I'm too tired to think too much about this dream right now, but the immediate connection to Celtic witchcraft's Sisters at the Back of the North Wind (as discussed in Holy Ground, my Torah commentary on parashat Shemot) comes to mind. I've never dreamt of having sisters before, and in this dream I had three of them!

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