Explosions – Back in Mexico 10 Dec 2009
There is a big white screen behind my mind’s eye. In the bottom left corner, there’s a little train moving along. And every now and then, one of the cars explode. This happens about four times
Download Rose – On my same screen, but in the bottom right corner, I see this other screen, like the size of an itouch phone. A dark rose colored bar appears in the top left corner of the little screen. And I realize that it’s a download just for me. **Note: I was doing Matrix in my sleep, and I just waited and this is what showed up, Download Rose.
Bring it to You – I am practicing what Dr. Garcia showed us. And something showed up quite suddenly and unexpectedly. I was “scanning” myself” and suddenly I see this pattern hanging around to my right and it likes me a lot. And I like it a lot. So I reach out and put my hand around this pattern and I bring it into myself.
Showing posts with label archetypal dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label archetypal dreams. Show all posts
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The Snort and The Bayou 8 Dec 09
The Snort – 8 Dec 09 Seattle Matrix
Dr. Bartlett told a story yesterday in the seminar about how he received much of the essence of a book by simply putting it under his pillow. So just for grins, I placed Dr. Bartlett’s new book under my pillow last night. But what happened when I first woke this morning was not what I really signed up for, but it did make a point and it made me laugh like hell. I woke up with a big snort, A huge snort, just like Dr. Bartlett seems to do inadvertently. He says it’s his deceased dog who also used to snort.
So, when I stopped laughing, I started to think about this as a really neat lesson and one that Dr. Bartlett reiterated over and over again. “Just wait for something to show up. Get out of your left brain long enough for something unexpected to show up.”
The Bayou – 8 Dec 09
I am in a place I have never been. Stella, my pup, is with me. I am standing on some sort of wooden platform. Seems to be a dock, because there’s water below. At first it looks a little muddy, but then I realize that it’s just shallow and very, very clear water. Stalla has already found a fish and she’s chasing the fish back and forth in the water. The fish doesn’t seem to mind and this makes Stella extremely happy.
Then I am in boat, a boat similar to what we use in Mexico, a panga. My husband, David, is standing on a dock and it’s open water, like the ocean. Trouble is, the boat that I; am in doesn’t have a working motor. My husband hopes that I will simply drift into the dock. The boat is drifting and it’s drifting sideways. But I have a better idea. Without really thinking, I just suddenly start making the boat “GO.” It’s completely under my control. It’s as if I am powering the boat myself. And I reach the dock swiftly.
Now I am entering area that I am familiar with, somewhat. I have been here at least once or twice before. I am climbing a homemade ladder. Each rung and the sides of the ladder have been painted different colors. The paint is fading and chipping, so I surmise that it was painted a long, long time ago.
There is typically an opening into a room at the top of the ladder, but the opening seems to be concealed or blocked. I can see who owns this house through the rungs of the ladder as I reach the top. I know her and recognize her. I ask her, “Why have you blocked the way inside?” She says, “It’s not blocked, it’s just different and a little hidden.” Finally I see what she’s talking about and I gain entrance.
Dr. Bartlett told a story yesterday in the seminar about how he received much of the essence of a book by simply putting it under his pillow. So just for grins, I placed Dr. Bartlett’s new book under my pillow last night. But what happened when I first woke this morning was not what I really signed up for, but it did make a point and it made me laugh like hell. I woke up with a big snort, A huge snort, just like Dr. Bartlett seems to do inadvertently. He says it’s his deceased dog who also used to snort.
So, when I stopped laughing, I started to think about this as a really neat lesson and one that Dr. Bartlett reiterated over and over again. “Just wait for something to show up. Get out of your left brain long enough for something unexpected to show up.”
The Bayou – 8 Dec 09
I am in a place I have never been. Stella, my pup, is with me. I am standing on some sort of wooden platform. Seems to be a dock, because there’s water below. At first it looks a little muddy, but then I realize that it’s just shallow and very, very clear water. Stalla has already found a fish and she’s chasing the fish back and forth in the water. The fish doesn’t seem to mind and this makes Stella extremely happy.
Then I am in boat, a boat similar to what we use in Mexico, a panga. My husband, David, is standing on a dock and it’s open water, like the ocean. Trouble is, the boat that I; am in doesn’t have a working motor. My husband hopes that I will simply drift into the dock. The boat is drifting and it’s drifting sideways. But I have a better idea. Without really thinking, I just suddenly start making the boat “GO.” It’s completely under my control. It’s as if I am powering the boat myself. And I reach the dock swiftly.
Now I am entering area that I am familiar with, somewhat. I have been here at least once or twice before. I am climbing a homemade ladder. Each rung and the sides of the ladder have been painted different colors. The paint is fading and chipping, so I surmise that it was painted a long, long time ago.
There is typically an opening into a room at the top of the ladder, but the opening seems to be concealed or blocked. I can see who owns this house through the rungs of the ladder as I reach the top. I know her and recognize her. I ask her, “Why have you blocked the way inside?” She says, “It’s not blocked, it’s just different and a little hidden.” Finally I see what she’s talking about and I gain entrance.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
House on the Beach 6 Dec 09
House on the Beach
6 Dec 09 – Seattle Matrix
The first thing that comes to me as I come into a partial consciousness, is that all night long I have been practicing how to let my hair down. In my dream, I am quite literally letting my hair down.
Then I am on a beach with brown sand, different from where we live in Xcalak.
Then I am somewhere else and I see this small beach house, built up on stilts. I see that if it was cleaned up a little bit, that it would be adorable. And I see that it appears to be unoccupied. So I begin cleaning up the trash outside. Then I move inside and begin cleaning up the trash inside, tidying up and making it look nice. This seems to take me a few days.
When I return to the house one morning to continue, the door is already open, and from beach level I can see inside the house. But there is another inside door open revealing another room. I can see a floor heater. I can see flames coming up from this trough of flames. There’s a little piece of paper and it was so close to the flames that I worried a little that it could catch fire and burn down the house. There’s a lovely, oval, antique table sitting over the floor heater. It has a large, homemade doily on top of the table and there are knick-knacks and family photos in wooden frames atop the table. There are other things that catch my eye that tell me that whoever lives here has put a lot of love into this part of the house. There’s a homey feeling here. And there’s love and tender care here, too. I am seeing this tiny slice of someone’s life here in this little beach house and I am in disbelief that I have been working around and inside someone elses house and they never said anything to me. I assumed that the house was empty, because it seemed that way to me.
As I am leaving this place, rather reluctantly, a couple drives up and they are inquiring about renting out a room. The seem to think it’s a bed and breakfast. It seems as though I am trying to work out some way to accommodate them in a house that’s not mine, when I wake up.
6 Dec 09 – Seattle Matrix
The first thing that comes to me as I come into a partial consciousness, is that all night long I have been practicing how to let my hair down. In my dream, I am quite literally letting my hair down.
Then I am on a beach with brown sand, different from where we live in Xcalak.
Then I am somewhere else and I see this small beach house, built up on stilts. I see that if it was cleaned up a little bit, that it would be adorable. And I see that it appears to be unoccupied. So I begin cleaning up the trash outside. Then I move inside and begin cleaning up the trash inside, tidying up and making it look nice. This seems to take me a few days.
When I return to the house one morning to continue, the door is already open, and from beach level I can see inside the house. But there is another inside door open revealing another room. I can see a floor heater. I can see flames coming up from this trough of flames. There’s a little piece of paper and it was so close to the flames that I worried a little that it could catch fire and burn down the house. There’s a lovely, oval, antique table sitting over the floor heater. It has a large, homemade doily on top of the table and there are knick-knacks and family photos in wooden frames atop the table. There are other things that catch my eye that tell me that whoever lives here has put a lot of love into this part of the house. There’s a homey feeling here. And there’s love and tender care here, too. I am seeing this tiny slice of someone’s life here in this little beach house and I am in disbelief that I have been working around and inside someone elses house and they never said anything to me. I assumed that the house was empty, because it seemed that way to me.
As I am leaving this place, rather reluctantly, a couple drives up and they are inquiring about renting out a room. The seem to think it’s a bed and breakfast. It seems as though I am trying to work out some way to accommodate them in a house that’s not mine, when I wake up.
Friday, November 27, 2009
What Does My Subconscious Look Like?
About an hour ago, I read an email I received from a good friend of mine, Salina. Salina is the woman who does the beautiful and sacred Channeled Readings. Anyway, she shared with me how she had done an exercise, of sorts, this morning and the exercise was to ask this question, "If I could see and experience my subconscious, what would that look like." I believe that she followed this recommendation from Reggie Shelley, a Matrix Energetics practitioner, to give credit to Reggie here.
Anyway, I was going to go meditate for a little while, so I asked this question of myself, too. And this is what showed up for me during my meditation.
I am in a huge room full of other people. It is a seminar and I believe it's a Matrix Seminar. I begin hissing like a wild cat, and spitting like cats do sometimes. I am rather surprised that I am doing this, but I don't seem to have much control over this. I am grateful that I am with people who will embrace this behavior and not judge it.
Then I walk to the front of the room by myself and my hair seems like it is charged with electricity because my hair begins to stand out all over (my hair is very long and very gray/silver in color). I just stand in the front of the room and allow this to happen. Then I say very quietly to those on the stage, "I must show you something." Then I begin to glow all over and I am emanating this golden light all around me. The light from within me expands and I can see it expand in all directions around me. Then I begin to rise up off the floor, a little bit at first, and then I am well-above the floor. This feels really good to me, so I begin to move while in the air. And I begin to sort of fly around the room. This is truly exhilarating.
Then I am told something and it is this. "Dearest Kim. You may simply know that you are what you are. You may simply allow all of this. It is not necessary to compare your experiences with those of others. You may simply allow whatever it is to show up and know that this is who you are. It is not necessary to judge. You do not have to judge yourself any longer. No matter what shows up for you, you may simply allow it, without comparison or judgment."
Then I began feeling this sensation on the nape of my neck, like there was a butterfly back there fluttering its wings. I smelled a musty smell and it reminded me of a cave. Then came the smell of something more sweet, almost like flowers. Then an ant bit me on the right side of my neck. And then a huge flock of Yucatan Blue Jays gathered around my window outside and squawked and squawked for about 5 minutes then stopped abruptly. Then I heard a Pigmy Owl hooting repeatedly again and again until I opened my eyes. My senses seemed to be rather heightened.
I also said a prayer for myself, also recommended by Salina, only I changed it a little bit. To note here for readers not familiar to some of the Matrix Energetics "lingo" the phrase "two point or two pointing" is a phrase that Dr. Richard Bartlett talks about at his seminars and in his books, if you would like to read more about this. Anyway, my prayer is this:
I two-point automatically, while I am sleeping, meditating and in a waking state. I easily shift all things that are not congruent with my highest self. I easily shift into states of being that will be to the highest good of myself, others and the Universe.
This was a really neat meditation. Thanks to Salina for mentioning and for Reggie Shelley.
Blessings to you All
Kim
Anyway, I was going to go meditate for a little while, so I asked this question of myself, too. And this is what showed up for me during my meditation.
I am in a huge room full of other people. It is a seminar and I believe it's a Matrix Seminar. I begin hissing like a wild cat, and spitting like cats do sometimes. I am rather surprised that I am doing this, but I don't seem to have much control over this. I am grateful that I am with people who will embrace this behavior and not judge it.
Then I walk to the front of the room by myself and my hair seems like it is charged with electricity because my hair begins to stand out all over (my hair is very long and very gray/silver in color). I just stand in the front of the room and allow this to happen. Then I say very quietly to those on the stage, "I must show you something." Then I begin to glow all over and I am emanating this golden light all around me. The light from within me expands and I can see it expand in all directions around me. Then I begin to rise up off the floor, a little bit at first, and then I am well-above the floor. This feels really good to me, so I begin to move while in the air. And I begin to sort of fly around the room. This is truly exhilarating.
Then I am told something and it is this. "Dearest Kim. You may simply know that you are what you are. You may simply allow all of this. It is not necessary to compare your experiences with those of others. You may simply allow whatever it is to show up and know that this is who you are. It is not necessary to judge. You do not have to judge yourself any longer. No matter what shows up for you, you may simply allow it, without comparison or judgment."
Then I began feeling this sensation on the nape of my neck, like there was a butterfly back there fluttering its wings. I smelled a musty smell and it reminded me of a cave. Then came the smell of something more sweet, almost like flowers. Then an ant bit me on the right side of my neck. And then a huge flock of Yucatan Blue Jays gathered around my window outside and squawked and squawked for about 5 minutes then stopped abruptly. Then I heard a Pigmy Owl hooting repeatedly again and again until I opened my eyes. My senses seemed to be rather heightened.
I also said a prayer for myself, also recommended by Salina, only I changed it a little bit. To note here for readers not familiar to some of the Matrix Energetics "lingo" the phrase "two point or two pointing" is a phrase that Dr. Richard Bartlett talks about at his seminars and in his books, if you would like to read more about this. Anyway, my prayer is this:
I two-point automatically, while I am sleeping, meditating and in a waking state. I easily shift all things that are not congruent with my highest self. I easily shift into states of being that will be to the highest good of myself, others and the Universe.
This was a really neat meditation. Thanks to Salina for mentioning and for Reggie Shelley.
Blessings to you All
Kim
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Good Doctor
Early this morning, as I was waking, an old friend from Wimberley, Texas came to me. He came to say hello, appearing as he did 20 plus years ago, and with that fun loving demeanor he always had.
We laughed with each other, recalling all the activities we were involved with together; singing tenor together in the Wimberley Community Chorus and how he forced me to always sit on the side of his "good ear" so he could stay on pitch. Little did he know I was counting on him for the same reason. We recalled together his adorable role in one of the plays we did at the theatre. He was a big hit in that one, a real ham. And we recalled all the ways he was good a being my doctor. And he asked me if he had made a difference. And I told him, "You touched many, many lives. You not only healed with your training as a doctor, you healed with your humor and your big heart."
We continued to laugh and enjoy each others company, then he left. I was suddenly on top of a very tall building with a flat roof. There was a pretty little girl of about 10 years old on the roof, too. She had long, wavy blonde hair. Suddenly, she raised her arms outstretched in front of her, and in her hands she held a handgun. She was pointing the gun at me for a split second, then whirled around and took aim at something else altogether; an enormous clock on top of a clock tower building next to the building we were standing on. The old clock immediately shattered. And I heard the words, "Time's Up." And we left together, she and I, down the stairs from the rooftop and the dream faded.
My personal take on this dream is that my doctor friend, who I haven't seen in so long, passed over and came to visit me, to reminisce. And the little girl using the gun to shoot out the clock seems to be an archetypal sign for me, indicating that someone's time is up. I've been getting more and more of these archetypal signs of late, or perhaps it's just now that I am recognizing them as such. I emailed a friend this morning to find out more about the doctor. So I will follow up with a report on this.
We laughed with each other, recalling all the activities we were involved with together; singing tenor together in the Wimberley Community Chorus and how he forced me to always sit on the side of his "good ear" so he could stay on pitch. Little did he know I was counting on him for the same reason. We recalled together his adorable role in one of the plays we did at the theatre. He was a big hit in that one, a real ham. And we recalled all the ways he was good a being my doctor. And he asked me if he had made a difference. And I told him, "You touched many, many lives. You not only healed with your training as a doctor, you healed with your humor and your big heart."
We continued to laugh and enjoy each others company, then he left. I was suddenly on top of a very tall building with a flat roof. There was a pretty little girl of about 10 years old on the roof, too. She had long, wavy blonde hair. Suddenly, she raised her arms outstretched in front of her, and in her hands she held a handgun. She was pointing the gun at me for a split second, then whirled around and took aim at something else altogether; an enormous clock on top of a clock tower building next to the building we were standing on. The old clock immediately shattered. And I heard the words, "Time's Up." And we left together, she and I, down the stairs from the rooftop and the dream faded.
My personal take on this dream is that my doctor friend, who I haven't seen in so long, passed over and came to visit me, to reminisce. And the little girl using the gun to shoot out the clock seems to be an archetypal sign for me, indicating that someone's time is up. I've been getting more and more of these archetypal signs of late, or perhaps it's just now that I am recognizing them as such. I emailed a friend this morning to find out more about the doctor. So I will follow up with a report on this.
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