I am about one third the way through reading the Bible. I love this book as it opens me to my spirituality, giving me some metaphysical promptings, to help with inner work. Holy people in the Bible always got very specific instructions from God. Some think that specific instructions are really for us, to be copied. I do not always agree with, as I think we have to find our own specific instructions, and this is where the dreams come in, adding in a look to those archetypal stories from the Bible too.

I want my own conversation with God. I have a little vision where I see Jesus trying to give something to God from me. I do not see God, but I know Jesus is on the right hand of God. It is a stone, wrapped up in a little cloth. After some thought, the line from a hymn comes to me about a heart of stone. I laughed about it as the repetitiveness of this action is funny. It is like a body move that goes on and on. God does not want my heart of stone. Jesus does try and help us, but if there is not heart of Love there, it can not go over into the sacred.

When I was reading, in the earlier books of the Bible, about the alter of God and the different sacrifices, I dream of my own alter. When I fly off the handle to focus on my selfish needs, my white and blue crockery on the alter is broken. The offerings to God are shattered.

In the BibIe, I  got caught up in the story of two runners coming back to David to tell him his son, of the beautiful countenance, is dead. My unconscious used that full of feeling influence to influence my dream. That night I dream of myself and “Gabby, a man running like crazy, to rescue a child from my car that has rolled into the pond. I was running behind him, He was amazed that there was no baby in the car and then I realized I had left the baby at home, completely forgot to bring her with me. Gabby, my angel, is wet and sweaty with anxiety about the baby. 

I know that change; from thoughts in the mind and movement in the body, to a stillness in meditation, to fall into my soul and its ability to open to God Consciousness. The dream tells me I am in forgetfulness about who I am. I ask the question, “Does my action/thoughts in real life, give me a heart of love or of stone?”

I am forgetting the spiritual baby, leaving it with others in my psyche to care for, and they not one bit interested in her. She is a bit doll like. A new mood and a new feeling toward that expansion into the real baby of me has to be born again. “Don’t you know Rose Marie that you are here for this new birth.”

Doing something as a result of a dream will help me respond to the dream, stimulate a way forward. My writing here can be such an action. I want to be “about My Father’s/Mother’s business.”

I love David’s connection to music. I am playing my melodica. I feel it must be only between me and God, as I freeze, when I try and play for others. I play it when I am upset about issues, something new that comes up that I feel thwarted in some way;  then I play. Also, my partner sometimes will join in when I play “How Great Thou Art” as it is a hymn known to him from his youth. He says I am either too fast or too slow. Other times he just listens. I like that.

I had a lovely dream last morning. It followed a night time meditation and I think it was in response to my opening to the Spirit during meditation. In the dream, I am doing needlework, together with another, knitting a hat. Our heads are touching. There is a lovely feeling of heart felt love between us. 

That feeling of love has stayed with me and made me smile and helped me with family conflict. It is easy to link it to some thing that happened recently but it will serve me better to connect it into my personal journey toward God, with God helping me feel this feeling of love between me and another.

The super blue moon, came up over the shrubby live oaks at the bay on First Landing State Park, around sunset. It looked mottled, just over the horizon and a little blue. The bay water was especially pale blue, just before sunset, with rainbow highlights on the water, probably due to the humidity over the water. That evening light tripping toward me over the pale blue water spoke to me of God’s Love within me being my native land. 

 During the night the moon filled the sitting room where I choose to meditate. It was after 2.00 am. It shone on my face, through an opening in the tall oaks surrounding the cabin. I positioned my face to soak up some moonbeams. 

Today the wind is blowing from a tropical storm coming in south of us, calling to me in the whistling of the wind. I am in the cabin listening to a music practice. I am blessed indeed. 

This morning, I had a dream of a baby chair.  The room seemed circular and closed. The chair was old with the four legs splayed out for stability. I am reminded that the baby dream above has morphed,  and a male aspect of me is coming along with an old beat up chair for the baby. The imagery of the crucible with a strange door is presented, opening me to allow an imaginative shift that will help me with this quest for love that I am after. This dream has not been written down or drawn.

As I wrap up the week here at the beach, I would love to just live here all the time, getting body work and hydrotherapy at the Spa and dipping in the bay day after day. I start my new Life Long Learning Dream and Symbol class on Monday morning and know this is my journey. I hope you have lots of dreams to light your way and that your feet become surer on the path of what you came here to do. I might have a spot or two open for dream counseling if needed. Love you from Rose Marie.