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Yesterday, I mentioned my Sharon Stone dream. People ask about dream interpretation all the time, and this is my take on it.
Every dreamer is different, I believe. I believe that energy is energy and that psychic energy (energy of the psyche) is like anything else – it exists and is called to whatever is calling to it. As an intuitive, the energies of each dream feel different to me. I use these feelings to know which kind of dream I’ve had.
Most of the people I know who are highly intuitive have what we call prophetic dreams where we are dreaming of something that is coming in the future. These dreams feel real – almost like a movie. I usually have these when I ask a question like: “Show me what is possible.”
Many of us also have dreams for loved ones. I call these messenger dreams as we are assisting as messengers for our loved ones. One of mine assisted in my mom’s healing, for example. My grandmother came in a dream and told me my mother needed me, and showed me that I was an anchor in my mother’s heart. Sure enough, that was true. For me, these types of dreams feel like I am watching something. They feel like I’ve traveled somewhere and am watching something play out – almost like a voyeur. I have seen friends in crisis, I have seen a favorite music artist open his new restaurant, I have seen many things in these dreams.
Other dreams are what Carl Jung talked about being a way the psyche works out its conflicts and challenges in the dream time. In these, imagery and symbols will be used that are meaningful to the dreamer. These help you see what’s underneath the surface of your mind.
The Sharon Stone dream felt like it was all me. That she, as a muse, was a part of me. I had made a huge step the morning before I had that dream. I had followed through on my childhood dream of writing for children. I actually sent a query letter to an agent I found by following my intuition in the Writer’s Market. I have always done the writing, where I had not taken myself is the extra step to share my writings with the audience they were intended for and who inspire my stories.
In my dream, I had gotten frustrated with the lack of movement in working with businesses that seemed to only be interested in making more money, and I quit my ‘job’ and went directly to a writing class.
As I sat in the stadium-style classroom, Sharon Stone breezes in and exclaims, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She was dressed in the garb she wears in the movie, The Muse, one of my favorite movies. She goes on to say, “You’ve been gone so long! I thought you would never come back!”
In these types of dreams, it is easy to look at the surface and piece two and two together to get a logical, simple explanation of the dream. I’ve found that the investment of time to truly dive into the psyche’s energies is worth the investment, and the method I recommend most for those willing to do it is Robert A. Johnson’s Inner Work dream interpretation process.
This process allows the dreamer, a.k.a. YOU, to reveal what the dream means to YOU, rather than relying on dream encyclopedias and such.
I feel that we are all multifaceted jewels, and I believe the journey deep inside of us is one of the most beautiful. I wish I could take a snapshot each time I am gifted with the opportunity to peer inside of a person’s heart. Each one is so unique and so delicately, divinely radiant!
A few days ago, I looked down at my wrists as I drove to an appointment. What I noticed were very clear, distinct lines criss-crossing my wrists.
I immediately thought of my mother. These are her wrists. These are not mine. I remember the day I noticed the lines on her wrists. I thought, ‘How did those lines get there?’ I bent my wrist, glancing back at hers and wondered “How do you get ‘wrist wrinkles?’
I went out to see her that weekend to ‘get away.’ Her studio, when I became an adult, was my haven away from the world of thinking. When I was a little girl, her sewing spot held the same feeling – creating, fun, color. For her, though, over the years the studio became a sweat shop – a never-ending beckoning to go there, not to create art and happy memories, but to make money.
Last night, I woke in the middle of the night like I have so many times before with my hands completely numb – the blood choked off from me holding my hands at right angles while I slept. I’ve noticed this many times before, but this morning the pieces of the puzzle clicked.
My “wrist wrinkles” are attached to my handless maiden – the maiden who runs around so much in pursuit of ‘things’ – caring for others, making a living, achievement, safety – we all can trade who we are for something we are not. I am no different. Last week, a woman came for a session and her maiden was running around too. Ah, the beauty of how orderly our world is – how divine the Messengers are.
One of my biggest fears has been returning to the ‘world.’ My crisis from four years ago allowed me to have a place to heal and to serve others without the worldly grind. I have enjoyed the pace having worked more than half my life – often working two or more jobs at the time. Returning to the world has been a 24/7 non-stop ‘practice’ of returning to my heart consciously moment-to-moment.
When I talk to others who are spinning out of control, I forget that I burned my life to the ground and have been rebuilding my house one picture frame, one vase, one friend at a time. I forget I don’t read five thousand subscriptions I figured out long ago I didn’t really want – or need. I forget I don’t have burdens all over the place because I’ve cleaned up and made peace with so much. I forget how much work I actually have put in to know myself. Yes, the tools are easy, but to know one’s heart and soul is like any other relationship – it takes time. And, it takes daily practice to choose yourself and loving yourself.
That’s what I’m learning – real time – in the world.
I remember when I first met Mark. I so craved the familiarity that my ex-husband and I had. The inside jokes, the familiar glances. It wasn’t enough that Mark and I finished each others’ sentences from day one – I wanted more. But, more can’t come until we are willing to listen and walk together – with ourselves. With our loved ones. We now have a similar banter where he can say a line from a movie, and I know exactly where ‘we’ are.
It is the same for ourselves.
Our handless maiden will get our attention in so many ways. I worked with a woman once whose hands were literally burning and tingling nearly all day long. Rest, the maiden beckoned, rest. Play, she said. Spend time with me. But the woman didn’t. She kept going. A few months later, she ended up having surgery.
Our bodies can only take so much.
In Oriah Mountain Dreamers’s book, The Call, she talks about the handless maiden at the beginning of her book. Her maiden would show up with bloody stumps in a visual in her mind. Slow down she would say.
If you are on this page… at this moment…what is your maiden saying to you?
