Message From the Dreamscape

The Yogi & The Shaman

There is calm within, calm in front of me, calm to and beyond the vast and far horizon. I stand tall, upright yet relaxed, a picture of serenity. My gown is white and elegant, billowing softly in response to a warm and welcome breeze. A loved companion is by my side, he too is dressed in white and together we look out at the scene. We can see the world spread out before us from this vantage point, high on the side of a mountain. Our home is artistically carved and crafted within the mountain itself, our “windows” are open verandas supported by grand pillars. We hold a position of responsibility but are not burdened by this, we are deeply honoured and have found ways to tend to our commitments with lightness and ease.

As we gaze out I begin to see a subtle movement in the furthest reaches of vision, a slight shimmering which could perhaps be akin to a heat wave, but not quite that. Something within me shifts too, the calm is threatened though not yet disturbed, so subtle is the movement. I continue to look out and am taken by surprise by the sudden up-close movement of an arm scrabbling for purchase over the edge of the veranda. I move towards the new arrival, unsure whether this is an intruder with evil intent, or a person in need. As the man hauls himself up, his face and body covered in the dirt of red earth, his clothes combative and camouflaged in style, torn and battle-weary in actuality; I realise he is known to me, and I to him - in all ways.

Once a lover, then loved from afar, he is now stood before me, cupping my face in his roughened hands, agitated, angry and speaking low and earnestly. He moves his hands to my arms to shake me, frustrated by my calm and unseeing eyes. He turns me to look outwards once more and wills me to “SEE” - “Look! It is upon us right now, take off the glaze of your privilege and please my love… see it!”

And I do. The world is falling, the distant shimmer is now a rapid advancement, all forms and structures, the organic and inorganic, collapsing, colliding with each other in their descent. All is fast becoming a wasteland filled with rubble. Great plumes of smoke and ash are filling the air and for a moment I am awash with dread. Turning back to the lover of my past I see the fire ablaze in his eyes, it reminds me of my own fire in my heart, in my innermost temple. Our love and honouring of one another is palpable, as I kiss his lips I tell him how relieved and thankful I am to know him as a comrade on this journey. Without words we acknowledge how we each have our roles to play, his, amongst the destruction and debris doing all that is possible to turn the tide. One final smile and he dives off the ledge and back into the chaos.

My loved companion of the moment is the witness, unflinchingly seeing it all yet resisting the pull towards or away from battle. And here I am, my once white gown now marked with red earth, as is my face. I stand beside my loved one and we continue to gaze upon the scene. Serenity is still with us even as, paradoxically, tears of sorrow and rage make track marks on my cheeks.

I wake, in more ways than the obvious.

Emergence, Marriage & Merger

I received this dream about 9 weeks before the first Covid related news announcement hit the UK; usually when I receive something that feels like an omen I have months, if not years, to adjust and prepare should I be guided that preparation is needed. This time the dream showed me just how rapidly the destructive forces were approaching so I recognised those first announcements as the distant shimmer, that initial, seemingly subtle shift in the landscape - and I knew that it would develop into something far more threatening at astonishing speed… I also knew, the remedy was being presented at the exact same moment as the warning was sounded.

Back then as I awoke from the dream there were words, thought forms, that would have been received in full clarity had I not been at the midpoint between dreamtime and daybreak. The echoes of the message hinted at the wisdom and powers of the yogi being more needed in what was to come than that of the shaman. But as time has passed I feel it was more a message of merger… the ability of the yogi to hold an elevated and compassionate perspective, is needed to merge with the warrior cries, medicine songs, and direct action of the shaman.

​I feel the spirit of the yogini~tantrika, the Divine feminine, emanating from my core, she whispers prayers and mantras to keep on urging me and the masses towards the calmness of mind and body, the clarity of heart, the purity of eros. She feels and acknowledges suffering, yet lets it be known that we do not have to succumb, we do not have to be broken, in fact it is essential that we learn how to hold ourselves steady as we move through these turbulent times.  I feel the wildness of the shamanista, the Dark feminine, reverberating through my soul, the one who dares to wear the wounds on her skin as sacred symbols, she dives into the chaos and does what is within her power to do. Dreaming and dancing and drumming out the fear, calling in the power. I feel myself as the woman in the dream, dressed in the whites of the yogis, but branded by the blazing eyes and red-earthed hands of the shaman. Within me the Divine and the Dark feminine powers pulse, and beat, and feel, and sound, and gather the orgasmic forces of rightful destruction and creation. She is HERE.

The loved companion is on my left, the Divine Masculine, standing steady, ever present, refusing to take his gaze or presence away from ANYTHING - he stays, the compassionate witness. He has the courage to allow the vulnerability to move through him and be transfigured ~ through him the dark sorrows of the world transcend into the light of wisdom.

The lover of the past has returned to help me remember that the Dark Masculine stands to my right, his will to take action AFTER first feeling and resonating with the pain of the world. He will not turn his back, he stands for truth, justice and freedom. HIs passion moves him onwards to ravish the world awake and make sound once more, all that has been corrupted.

​He is EMERGED.

These forces, the Divine & Dark, the Feminine & Masculine, are within each and everyone of us, the more aware of them we become the more they emerge. The more acquainted with them we become, the more we allow the depth of love and passion to be felt coursing through the flesh and bone of our being. A sacred inner marriage is made possible. By the grace and power of this marriage we become One, the individual aspects of our inner communities aligning and uniting. We as One become a representative of the ALL… And ALL is ever open to change.

Do you feel it? Do you feel your inner-life stirring, calling you to the temple, within you a consummation, the cry of ecstasy resounding to awaken you to the ALL that you are. You are needed and wanted here, all of you. May it be so.