DREAMS

It is not an ordinary foot massage... it is not reflexology etc. More like metamorphic technique, a very subtle energy therapy. If you are interested to know more, here you are: kiwani.net - right now it is only in Spanish but something tells me the English version will be available soon...

Basically, it has a lot to do with liberation of tensions and suffering that might be hanging there in your aura since some past life! Negative programs that have origins in prenatal period, birth, childhood, day-to-day life etc. that we are carrying around for years. This is one more way to get rid of them and finally start living! Of course this is not the only technique, there are hundreds of New Age therapies, and they work. Personally, I like this one because it works, too - at least in my case - and besides, it is such a pleasure!

Anyway. Today Maria has given me a foot massage session. This week I had some ego struggles so I was a bit upset when we started, but she has sorted me out just fine. Maria's great, she is a pal (of a few lives, I am sure...)

Since it has to do with liberation of energy, people are likely to have visualizations, "weird" sensations etc.

This time, first, I saw myself as a Celtic (Nordic?) woman, tall and blonde, with very long hair and a flowing dress. It was windy, my hair was all around the place. The dress was flowing, too, and I had a little embroided vest on. Then I realized there was a sun embroided on that vest. I had something to do with the Sun. In my left hand I had a wand (or a torch?) and I was crossing a valley, barefoot, and I was supposed "to face the Sun". Erm? The Sun and me, me and the Sun... what do we have to do with each other? What was it about? Some druid ritual? I don't remember...

The next thing I saw myself as an Asian (South American?) young man, a prince (don't ask me why I was so sure), in some cave with a globe of light on the palm of my left hand, it was like a little sun. The Sun, again. Was it a lamp? Something about "dispersing the shadows"... wait a second, the prayer of St. Francis of Assissi: "O Lord, let me bring light where there are shadows..." Somehow it rings the bell.

Then I kind of realized that I spend a lot of time inside statues. Not that I was this or that statue, or I was living in them - it was more like I used to come in now and then. (To think about it, it is difficult for me to say "I" - "I" was not a category applied in those terms. "I" - what "I"? There was no "I" there - but goody, how to express it otherwise?). The statues were like telephone for the people of those days - they made statues and then used to come to them asking for an advice and guidance, bringing their grievances, petitions etc. "Please, God, this, and please, God, that..." Not that I was God almighty, ha, ha, I still have something of modesty, I hope! But I was one of "the Light ones". So I used to "inhabit" a statue for a while and listen to them. And funny thing, they used to ask for some material limited things, believing that they would make them happy - while they couldn't. Like, a barefoot person with aching feet was asking for boots whereas it would have been much better to simply ask for good health! As if the boots were some magic happy pill... Actually he did get the boots - but they turned out to be tight and only caused him suffering. So the boots as such didn't make him happy. Or, that other man was asking for a good harvest, but not just a good harvest - better than his neighbour's! And I was thinking, "My dear, your problem is not a good or a bad harvest - your problem is envy. Get cured of that, would you? Because if you get a better-than-your-neighbour's harvest, you'll want a better-than-your-neighbour's house, or a cow, or a wife, etc. It is not that you are bad off, you are actually alright - but you suffer because your neighbour is better off!" First I got almost angry, then I thought better (my anger could do a lot of unnecessary damage) and decided: "Alright, you'll get what you are asking for... let's see where it takes you?" After all, people have free will and free choice, right? I was not there to judge anyway.

Next time I was a statue of some goddess in a hindu shrine, and people were asking: "Dear goddess, please give us some sign..." So I started dancing. But of course, a statue of a wrought iron dancing, it was a heavy thing: I was crushing the marble floor with every step. And they started screaming and running. And I was like: "Wait a second... you have been asking me for a sign, right? Here, you've got one... why the panic?" I was surprised. Then I thought that they didn't really believe, although they called themselves "the faithful ones". They performed the rituals, all right, but when it came to the point - to receive what they have actually been asking for! - they got scared... Funny, really!

In some other time I was "The King of Lotus", and in some other time "The Prince of Maize". I guess after a few milleniums I decided to incarnate and understand how they, the humans, work, and how their minds function, because I couldn't get it! So I got myself a body, with its desires, basic needs, sicknesses, temptations, temper tantrums, complexes, frustrations, etc. and dived into sansara. It's been a few hundreds of reincarnations by now - I wonder if I am any closer to understanding?
Weird...

This night.
I was with South American shamans, maya or inca, I am not sure. They were performing some healing ritual that had to do with snakes and lizzards. They had the adornments and the whole works for this job. I was dreaming, then waking up and continuing the cure already awake, like, doing some massaging or snake movements, then falling asleep again, and the shamans gave me new instructions, then I was waking up and following them - all night long. I am not sure whether it was a dream as such! It was dreaming - waking - dreaming - waking - but with the same scenario all along. At one point my head was covered with blood, but it was ok, a part of the cure. Maybe they took my brain out to clean it from negative thoughts - at this point I woke up again, "washed" my face and went back to the dream. And they put my brain back in my head where it belongs. I hope
When I got up (this time for sure) I was feeling a bit sad and angry at the same time, and the dream had something to do with it. Have they not finished the healing? Like, stirred some things and just left them like that? Don't know.
Then I started analyzing: snakes and lizards... Reptiles. Animals that have to do with water and earth. Right! A dip in the pool might be in order! And then to stretch myself out on the grass... let's see if this sorts me out?
Back from the pool. Yeah, I can say I am calmer now...
The Snake:
http://www.sayahda.com/cyc4.html
The Lizard:
http://www.sayahda.com/cyc.html

Common points: transformation, psychic powers. The snakes shed their skin, and the lizards leave their tales behind... Read: Leave the past behind, and be prepared for the new things to come!
Oh my, more changes... alrighty then!

July 27 2007
Dream: I was in an aeroport in Moscow coming from somewhere and going further on to Siberia (I was not exiled! Siberia, namely Novosibirsk, is my birthplace...) I had very few things with me, just a plastic bag with some papers and maybe a change of clothes. The customs woman asked me what I had, I told her, and she let me thru. Mady the fortune teller was with me, too, asking some questions.
Then I walked out of the aeroport... and I didn't know what to do next. First I thought: "Bummer, I should have bought some presents for my family - at least wine and some chocolates" - but I was already out of the Duty Free area. I decided "never mind", I could certainly find something for them in Moscow city.
Then, I had the address where I was to stay overnight - but didn't know how to get there, by what bus, or what the stop was, or what line of the underground went there. I thought of taking a cab - but didn't know how much they charged those days. They could easily tell me "100 eu" while in fact it was 10. I decided to ask somebody, maybe a few people, to get the picture. Then I realized that I only had dollars, so I had to change them. Eventually I found a money changer, the rate was not good, but I decided to change just a few bucks and look for a better rate in the city.
General idea: a part of the trip is over, now... now what??? I was kind of desorientated, but trying to find solutions.

Erm... what would our friend Rajan Sankaran (a genius of homeopathy) tell us? He would tell us: "Please describe me your sensation".
Sensation: lost, confused, desorientated.
Reaction: pissed off. Maybe a bit panicky.
Action: looking for solutions!

Oh! So it's not that bad then... Maybe I should find myself a homeopath. Or maybe I can do without. In the end, I WAS coping, right?

My Lil Sis sent it to me. I liked it, so I am sharing it.

To the tune of I Will Survive

At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
When you said you had 10 inches, Lord I almost died!
But I'd spent so many years just waiting for a man that long, that
I grew strong, and I knew that I could take you on...
But there you are, a no ther lie,
I was ready for a Big Mac and you've brought me a French fry!
I should have known that it was bulls***t, just a sad pathetic dream
Should have known there was no Anaconda lurking in those
Jeans!

Go on now - go! , Walk out the door,
Don't you promise me 10 inches, then turn up with only 4!
Weren't you a brat to think I wouldn't find you out!?
Don't you know we're only joking when we say size don't count??!!

[Chorus]

I will survive! I will survive!
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life's gonna thrive!
I will always have good sex,
With a handful of latex!
I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!

It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,
When I saw your little weiner standing tall and proud!
But to hell with your ego and to hell with all your needs,
Now I'm saving all my lovin' for a cordless multispeed!

[Chorus]

I will survive! I will survive!
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life's gonna thrive!
I will always have good sex,
With a handful of latex!
I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!

(About a year ago).
Real background: My cousin has a factory outside of the city, and there he keeps some dogs. The breed is called "Asian shepherd", they are enormous, fiercely loyal to their masters and the worst enemies of their enemies. One day somebody shot at one of the dogs. Most probably, he wanted to steal something from the factory, the dog attacked him, so he shot her. Her face was almost destroyed, she had half of the teeth falling out and some very deep and difficult to heal wounds. Gravely injured, but alive.
For several weeks the dog was between life and death. Surgeries, treatments, medicines - all to no avail. She couldn't eat and was crying all the time. The family of my cousin were crying, too, it was unbearable to watch her suffer, but they couldn't do anything. Even the other dog, her boyfriend, gave her his bowl and kept giving her his food, but little did it help.
One night I had this dream. My cousin and his daughter came to me and brought me this poor Leila the dog, but she was small, a puppy. He said: "She's died, we have to bury her". I said: "Damn... but what to do". And I started wrapping her in a scarf - and suddenly I saw that she was smiling, in a doggie way, sticking her tongue out and wagging her tail. I told my cousin: "Wait, it's too early to bury her - she's alive! She'll live!"
The next day the wife of my cousin showed up in the messenger and among other things I asked her how the dog was doing. She said "awful", not getting better at all, almost in a coma. They started thinking about putting her to sleep. Nobody wanted to do it, of course, but there seemed no way out. I said: "Wait with that" and told her the dream. I asked her to give her two or three days, maybe she'll get better? On the other hand, what did I know, maybe I was dreaming about her next life... So we left it at that.
A week later I got an e-mail from my sister-in-law: all of a sudden, Leila the dog got up, started eating, started improving, and a week later was running around the yard, scaring pigeons, neighbours and other dogs with her barking! Went up like a sky rocket.
Dream or no, but I am glad they did wait...

Real circumstances background:
My sister was about to have a baby (she insisted on not knowing whether it was a girl or a boy until having it... an old-fashioned, but charming in it's own way approach). According to the doctor's calculations, the date of birth should have been the 30th of June, one week plus-minus. It was the 5th of July and my sister (and the whole huge family and friends) were worried that it was taking too long. I kept saying: "Just let the kid decide when he/she wants to come out, the deadline is not on yet!"

The 5th of July I dreamt of her baby talking to me. I actually saw her thru her belly, it was a rather cute girl, and I was seeing her as if thru a fish-tank. She was talking in... baby talk, sure enough. I didn't understand everything she was saying but got the general idea: "Don't worry, I am fine, just getting ready. And as soon as I am, I'll come out!"
So I called my sister (who was utterly bored in the maternity hospital) and told her the dream. She said: "Yeah... alright..." but I think she was stuck on the date that the doctor had told her.
The next day she gave a birth to... a girl, sure enough!

1. I walk down a street.
There is a huge pit at the corner.
I fall down there.
I feel lost... impotent.
It is not my fault.
It takes me forever to get out.

2. I walk down the same street.
There is a huge pit at the corner.
I pretend not to see it.
I fall down there again.
I can't believe that I am in the same place.
It is not my fault.
It still takes me long to get out.

3. I walk down the same street.
There is a huge pit at the corner.
I see it.
I fall down there anyway... it is a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out straightaway.

4. I walk down the same street.
There is a huge pit at the corner.
I pass by it.

5. I walk down another street.

(The Tibetan Book of Life)

The dream was on July 14-15, i.e. night.
I was in some Apache camp (I don't know the name of the tribe, they could have been Sioux or any other. I just say Apache to say something). It was like between the times: I was a modern woman that I am now, but somehow I was also a member of the tribe. We had to move the camp because... erm... we left so much shite around it that it was impossible to go on living in this place. So we were going, and I was talking to the chiefs that we could not continue like this - if we foul every place we live this way, there will be no places left! I said that now we should move, alright, but not before trying to cover, erm, the vestiges of our presence, with soil and leaves - and pray that the earth, bugs and plants consume everything that we, humans, left so unthinkingly. And after a while we should come back. And learn the lesson for the future.
Is it not what happened to the Earth in the end? The humans left so much garbage that the nature cannot process that now there is almost nowhere to live!

Then, there was something called "The Dance of Endearment". It was to be danced in couples, and there were two brothers, I could choose any of them to dance with. The elder, Alkin, was a living image of an Apache (or a Sioux?????) warrior. Fiercely handsome, and with a temper to match. He looked a lot like a character from "Dancing with Wolves", actually, wasn't it him? I liked him physically, but I kind of shied away. Just a too intense type. His younger brother, Nawyaz, was not that strikingly handsome, although rather attractive. He wasn't that adamant either. A calmer, sweeter guy. I chose him.
The dance was... well, basically, lightly touching each other and then stepping away. I remember thinking all the time of not crossing the line somehow, not offending these people, not doing anything too daring in their opinion - which I was not sure of. I think I did well, but I was very, very cautious all the time. Personally, I would hug this Nawyaz, he was just such a great guy - but wasn't sure of how it would have been perceived. But in general, I managed.

This is the third blog I am trying to open. The two previous ones only admitted people with the same providers. Hope this one is more welcoming!