February 15th, 2008 | 22 Comments »

I pretty much have always felt that reincarnation was a viable option. I once did a past life regression which sewed that one up for me. It was very real, and not terribly glamourous. I was a man who treated his wife like a servant. A financially rich man, but spiritually bankrupt. I smelled the odors, I heard the trees rustle in the breeze, but I had enough of the past life visits thankyouverymuch. It did, however, explain my fascination with rural, 18th century Japan. One that my mom shared with me.

A series of recurring dreams at the age of five set this mindset in motion. In the dreams, I was not five, but eight years old, and had different coloured hair, but I knew it was me.

I was falling down a well. The well was lined with bricks. I could see the seepage from between the bricks. I could see moss. I could smell the earth and water. I died at the bottom, each and every time. And then I wet the bed.

I can remember the doctor’s visits about the bedwetting, the theories that I was too lazy to wake up. I can remember my mother being baffled because I was so smart and toilet trained so easily.

Nobody asked me if I had fallen down a well. Wouldn’t you have wet the bed if you had fallen down a well? Seemed perfectly logical to me.

The only explanation for this recurring dream where I was different yet still me is that I actually died that way in another lifetime. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

Pictured below: A well-falling bedwetter still puts an arm around a friend

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November 28th, 2007 | 7 Comments »

I was born very near the feeding grounds of many large whales, at a time of year just before they head there in large numbers. I have always had a deep affinity for whales, but the finback, the finback whale is really special to me.

Only the blue whale is larger. The fin isn’t the showiest when it surfaces because it is a whale that doesn’t show it’s tail. If you saw one, you so wouldn’t care about the tail. These animals have presence. They are sentient beings. They know things. And the sheer size of them is astounding.

two finbacks up close and personal

The one on the left? Fixing to dive under the boat. Thrilling.

The first whale watch I went on, I called the whale to me. We only saw a minke that day, but it surfaced right beside where I sat. Hardly anyone else saw it. I’m certain it heard my call, and came to investigate.

If you get the opportunity to go on a whale watch tour, jump on it! Best time for sailing is the earlier tours, around 10 am, before the wind and the chop comes up.

Whale has visited me in other ways as well, in the dreamtime.

Not too long ago, I lived on a cliff, overlooking the ocean. I dreamed a staircase of ice, leading from the ocean up to my bed. Swimming under the ice of the staircase was a procession of finbacks, each coming to me to share knowledge, then swimming back down. This event was another activation, an awakening of memories that I didn’t realize I had. Sort of like “I knew that. I just didn’t know I knew it until now.”

Soon after, I began to notice the clocks around me when they were at 11:11. One clock actually stopped at 11:11. I began to hook up with other healers in the early days of the internet, on IRC. We shared energy, and worked together to heal people and situations in the world, this world which suddenly became much smaller.

This dream was a precursor to the 11:11 activation, which was an initiation into the energies of the Archangel Michael. And then, all heaven broke loose.

But that is a tale for another day.

Posted in critters, dreams
November 21st, 2007 | 5 Comments »

My favourite dreams of all time are the flying dreams.

You know the ones where you think of your

destination, and whoooosh, you’re there?

Your thoughts transport you. How cool is that?

The one I remember most longingly is the flight that

took me to a Japanese meditation garden type thingy.

It had curved granite benches, overlooking the most

intriguing series of patterns in very smooth and

uniform pebbles.

Somebody was lovingly raking the patterns.

It was a living tapestry.

Behind me, the most magnificent and huge sphere of

gold. Not solid, but composed of filaments,

sorta like those goofy fibre-optic lamps.

I couldn’t figure out how it kept it’s spherical shape,

it being so huge and all.

There was a gentle, warm breeze that caused the sphere

to endlessly shimmer with reflected sunlight.

I knew I was in a temple. There was much knowledge here.

The sphere and I shared knowledge.

Absolutely magical.

I haven’t been the same since.

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