For teaching me more on WHOLENESS by encouraging me to set more internal and external boundaries to codependency and enmeshment and practice healthy detachment. For letting me repose in and relish desireless EMPTINESS and delight in embodying the void. For making me ask myself how I can bring more of the qualities of the VOID to my experiences and encounters. For teaching me to face REALITY as it is...
I often refer to dream school but have not yet explained what I mean by that, which allowed everyone to find their own definition or understanding but not really know mine. Dream school in my definition is set apart from usual dreams, which are made up of the feedback and information shared by the subconscious and its capacity to read energy and other subtle cues for survival or wellbeing...
This year has been about realizing and embracing uncomfortable truths, making hard decisions and holding myself accountable to a higher standard than before. It has been a year of illuminating and cleaning up what my ego successfully hid under carpets and in dark corners of my mind. A year of cutting out little and not so little ways my ego cuts corners with regards to my health and wellbeing...
For a while now I have been having seemingly disjointed episodical dreams with an underlying theme which kept eluding my mind until this morning. Every episode allowed me, as the lucid dreamer, to observe the dream self interact with people from previous chapters in my life and people I haven’t met in this life. Every night seems to come with a parade of people that are revisited and released...
“Own your shadow and you will own your life.” ~ Aletheia Luna A couple of weeks back I asked my aspects (higher self) and Source to allow the majority of insights and processing of the integration of my shadow to be done in the dream lab. Not as a cheeky egoic way of avoiding the work, which I am more...
“She was used to it… having invisible footprints in other people’s lives… “leave nothing take nothing” as if her lovers and friends were national parks, protected, preserved for some future in which she had no part. And truth was, it was easy to tread lightly, to give of herself and take nothing in return… to love and be loved behind masks and curtains… safe behind demilitarized zones. Few people seemed to perceive how much of her was untouchable. But still, she dreamed of...
