Where did the word adventurous come from? I woke up this morning with this thought. It is such an exciting word. What brought this word into my thoughts? Do I dare to psychoanalyze myself first thing in the morning? Egad! I … Continue reading →
This is a painting I find interesting at Masqua’s Art produced by Antonie H. Los, an artist based in southern Ontario.
The dream symbols are often what is remembered just prior to becoming fully awake and I’ve been fascinated by such things quite a long while. Normally it’s just a scene… confusing and rather imponderable, but I’ve read too much CG Jung to discount these little messages from the unconscious out of hand.
The first is a tree in full leaf, but the view is both above and below ground. Underground, the tree trunk turns into a two-headed snake. Not sure what I’ll be calling the piece, but it does have elements of the caduceus (the symbol for medical practitioners). What it might mean to me, I have no idea, but I felt prompted to paint it anyways.
There are other paintings in this website that appeals to me. Since I am fairly new in appreciating artwork produced by students, I am still learning how to understand how come I find them it fascinating.
Take a peek at his artwork and see which ones you find appealing.
Every night, before going to bed, I say a little prayer. Prayer consist mostly of thanksgiving. At the end of the prayer, I whisper to God to come and visit me in my dreams.
I say this because of the history on Joseph and his technicolor dreams. Being able to dream like Joseph is one of my dreams.
I love dreaming and I kept a journal of them. Out of curiosity, I studied with a Jungian therapist to help me interpret some of the dreams. It was interesting to learn the texture of a dream.
When talking about dreams, we talked in present tense to bring it to life. What is the colour, the taste, the smell, the feel and the sound? We used our five senses.
These are my dreams for the past two days:
On Sunday, I have to wake myself up. I did not like my dream at all. It feels as if I am dying. Paralyzed or maybe it was sleep paralysis? Who knows? I woke up tired.
On Monday, I had another dream that I want to stay in it longer. But Maurice, the cat, woke me up. I woke up peacefully and I replayed the dream over and over again in my head all day long.
I am standing on the right side of the door and on the left side is sibling # 6. We are outside the door looking in. We are looking at a beautiful room, freshly painted with all shades of colour.
The wall’s background is sky blue. On top of the blue, the design is hard to describe as if it’s painted by an artist. There were green, yellow, orange, pink. These colours are soft and pleasant to look at. It’s a very peaceful room.
A single bed is on the right side covered with lacy white sheet. It’s so inviting that I want to go inside the room and lie on the bed.
Mother is resting on the bed. All I see is her legs from the knee down to her feet. I know it’s her even though I don’t see her face.
Who painted the room? I asked sibling #6.
Sibling # 2 painted the room. She responded.
I stood by the door for the longest time admiring the workmanship of sibling #2. However, she is not in the dream; just me and #6.
What a heavenly dream. My mother died in 2000 and to see her is my dream is wonderful.
“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2
I know I am just passing through in this life, a pilgrim. This is not my home. I should have not been born as I mentioned in my post My hero.A lot of people had a surreal experience. It just a matter of being aware or in tuned to what is happening in your body and out of your body.To cite an example, when I was just a little girl, I was having an afternoon siesta. It’s a requirement that children must have a good afternoon rest. My older siblings will ensure that we take a nap.As I lay asleep, I was looking down at my body sleeping like a baby and my other self is up on the ceiling attached by a golden thread. It was scary for a mere child and I said to myself, bring me back to my body, Now! Whump! I’m back, opened my eyes, felt a tremendous headache. That was my first awareness.It happens all the time, I just have to keep myself grounded otherwise, I will be floating in air. People call me crazy, who cares. It’s a gift. It’s nothing new. Look at all those great people such as Carl Jung, William Blake, Gopi Krishna, Padre Pio, Dag Hammarskjold, etc. who have such gift.Let me share with you what Dag wrote titled Markings:I don’t know who or what put the question I don’t know when it was put I don’t even remember answering But at that moment I did answer Yes To Someone or something And from that hour I was certain That existence is meaningful And that, therefore my life, Is self-surrender Had a goal.Think about this.This is in response to Daily Prompt: Surreal. Come and join us, you’ll discover who you are.