Collective Dream Image: Animal Powers
There were cats all over and they were going to wreck the place.
Swimming around in a giant, beyond Olympic sized pool, I realize- oh s✨it, there’s orcas in here. Thousands of octopus when I looked into the clear ocean—I hesitated going deeper, unsure how approach them.
A ram playing freely in the green fields. I saw chaos break out before me and I ran up the hill to see if the ram was safe only to find it was injured. I picked it up and carried it and it spoke to me.
A voice came from the cloud and said to filter all thru my heart—
There are human angels surrounding you” she said.
“They are born of a fire that has no ending or beginning. The transformative fire of love. Let me show you.”
Stop right now, enjoy something in this moment…
Birds singing morning praises at the window, with closed eyelids I am between worlds still asleep appreciating the sound and light of a new day.
Collective Dream Image: Ancestors
The gentle wind that tumbled me to the Waters' shore. To listen.
maybe the salmon are returning home for reasons beyond what you know
I lifted my feet as you held my hand and we floated along the highway.
the moss covering the canon said most phalluses contain a canal
They looked on with eyes of tender care and wisdom.
He barged through the door, “This ain’t right.”
Focus and your voice will expand
The voice said: there is only one lake and it was made from a single hair from a deer.
People are free to leave but they don't need to burn the house on their way out
Choose your trinkets wisely.
We’re going to do good work
She had the face of a crow, her beak shiny metallic curved and sharp
Her body jet black with red accents
She was paper-thin, supporting my floating body.
Translucent white silken ribbons dancing with fluidity&freedom at my forehead & playful laughter in my left ear as she floated away
Diamond in the sky
She looked into my eyes
She reminded me to create.
Offered me her hand & in it a fistful of reassurance
She said even though the work you do doesn’t go out to the masses, it is still important. One day you will be with people in their dying. Pay attention to the four directions.”
She whispered, you already know what to do
She adorned me with love.
She was all that is grace and wished me to be so.
The lineage is strong.
The lineage was never broken
I hugged her with tears and support
I could feel her embrace as I laid on her bosom.
As i knelt at her feet, she warmly reminded me that i am a beloved child of the universe - an expression of her wildest dreams - and that i have already been given everything i need for every experience i shall ever have.
Collective Dream Image
Feel free to download and keep, print, frame these collective dream images, for yourself; they are for all of us.
Sunrise
Pine trees
Flying over the pine trees my arms could feel the breeze
Fire hosing mountains
Elaborate bridges over water
Ran into Elijah Sky on a ship out at sea
Waves as far as thee Eye can see
The hurricane is coming but I see the Aurora Borealis ahead.
circling, cycling, looping and moving
Spiral staircase
Walking the wire
Shifting rectangles of joyous connection
Black beaded necklace
Clowning around in a circle
glass blowing
A home of my own
This body was the land through which my joyful wolf dog ran!
unashamed to be madly in love
A little inflamed hump, like a hernia, on the abdomen
Partner yoga with Bodhi
Once knitted twice pearled
Looking for answers
Gathering
trying to pack
a year long journey
Moving furniture through rooms and corridors so we could rehearse ... a transition from meditation to making art
Reconciliation...I’ve been missing you too!
a deep embrace, hearts overflowing
Opening gifts left as surprises
A home cooked meal with friends
At the altar of our collective heart
Dreams from a Pandemic: Pan, Panacea, and Pandora in a Time of Disintegration
Across cultures, humans do not arrive on this earth a tabula rasa, an empty slate; instead, there is already something that is shaping our being. Astrologers categorize one’s birth under specific stars; both Greek and East Indian medicine classified the body’s composition to diagnose ailments and facilitate nutrition. Typology grew out of more than 20 years of Depth psychologist C.G. Jung’s observation of his patients, personal relationships, and collaboration with his psychic processes. Rather than classifying behaviors and observations, Jung’s model of typology is “concerned with the movement of psychic energy and how one habitually or preferentially orients oneself in the world” (Sharp, 1987, p. 12). In other words, typology does not categorize a person, rather the movement of their psychological process.
Furthering Jung’s work, Depth psychologist and typologist John Beebe (2005), intuited that the attitudes or functions of that psychic energy resembled a cast of characters, where the functions, positioned in a specific way, express psychological life in terms of self and shadow (p.42). Through insight gleaned from observing the archetypes in his dreams Beebe (2005) closed in on the images and reimagined them as eight main archetypes: hero/heroine, good parent, puer/puella, anima/animus, opposing personality, witch/senex, trickster, and demon/daimon; it is on the backs of these archetypes that the functions come into consciousness (p. 40). Dreams are places where archetypal energies materialize, as an archetypal image and the shape of the archetype is made known by the dream.
I wrote a paper about my dreams during the early days of the COVID Pandemic and Jungian Typology. It is now published in the online journal Personality Type in Depth. Below is a sneak peek. Read the whole paper here.
Humanity is being summoned to change its perspective in an assortment of ways. When a pandemic wipes the calendar clean, the heroes are not the rich, successful, and scholarly; the heroes are those at the bottom of the economic hierarchy: sanitary workers, grocery clerks, mail carriers, medical personnel, and gravediggers. The people who seldom are recognized for their contribution to society are inadvertently risking their health to maintain normalcy during isolation and self-quarantining. Survival forces a new perspective, one that includes mortality, anxiety, and the relationship to death. Sleep is a kind of death that paralyzes the body; it is the literal self-quarantine that happens at night; dreams can be considered a way of event-digesting.
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