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Belief

"Whatever You believe (truly believe) will work for You ...................... is working for You."
Myrddin

"If You ever Oneder what it is that You truly believe, look at what You have in Your life"
Myrddin
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"A belief is just a habit of thought."
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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Dreams #77 "I A Super-Hero"

02/09/12

Dreams #77

I A Super-Hero

Night school seemed quite long though I can't remember (or translate) much and then I went into this dream:

I was aware right away that this dream was set in Africa or possibly India. I knew that the land mass was shaped like an inverted triangle. I knew that I led a double life, like a super-Hero and a mild mannered reporter. In My public /mundane life I Am an entertainer, escort, whore working in a night club. I don't think I was a dancer or stripper. I Am a twin persona, there are two of Me and this does not refer to My super-Hero Self. I Am represented by two glowing red spheres.

As a super-Hero I have phones that are weapons (kind of) inside small pyramids on/as the vertical axis. The collection of small pyramids makes up a large pyramid. I only see One face of the pyramids so “they” look like triangles but I can feel that “they” have depth and I know “they” are pyramids. As I think about it “they” are three sided pyramids.

As My mundane Self, I was talking to someOne and My signal went on. It was like the Bat signal but I don't know what the symbol was inside the light being beamed out into the sky. I said: “I'd better answer that.” So, either I was not keeping a secret identity as a super-Hero or the person knew My secret.

I wield a clear, shining plane, a rectangle with depth that has a grid inside it.

The dream was a combination of waking dream and sleeping dream. I would wake and go over the details, think about getting up to type it up but knew that the dream wasn't over and return to sleep and dream more.

I clearly saw a child's face inside a swirling dark storm cloud. It is the stolen child. My mission (should I decide to accept it) is unclear. I decide to take a walk. I came to a cemetery, felt that it might be Arlington but I was not aware of leaving My country. It was definitely inside or just outside a city that is a center of political power.

Whoever or whatever had stolen the child burrowed into and underneath the cemetery. There was a tunnel like an elongated molehill.

I'm not sure where or even how this fits in but I had forgotten it and now it feels like it relates to finding the stolen child. Many, times many of My other aspects and versions and parts showed up. Many of these were female. That is not surprising except that in the passed I have been aware that I have female aspects but have NOT met very many. Now, I Am meeting many plus many males aspects that I was not fully aware of. I'm feeling that these females are important in that the feminine energy is needed to heal the stolen child.

The stolen child is certainly hurt and damaged but not flawed or broken. Perhaps the masculine energy paying attention will find the stolen child and the feminine will heal the child and the rest of ME/US.

Now, it feels like the typing is finished, for this dream at least.

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