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At last, I've had my next "teaching dream" that is supposed to help me work on my hidden issues (and chronic ill health, apparently.)
To begin with, I found myself in the lobby of a great hotel in a busy city. People moving and talking and working everywhere! It was crazy busy. A black woman rose from the floor, facing me directly, and I immediantly recognized her as one of my Guides. (The others take the forms of Andie McDowell, Mimi Rogers, & Lena Olin for some reason.) It was this gorgeous African American actress who was popular in the late 70s and 80s, though recently we mostly see her in TV commercials. She always wears her hair natural and very short, and she has exotic eyes. I have never held a particular interest in this actress, just as is the case with Andie McDowell, Mimi Rogers, and Lena Olin, but for whatever reason, she takes the image of this person. (**By the way, I've figured out the "code" to my Guides. More later.) Anyway, this Guide, a wise and older woman, literally emerged magically from the floor and faced me. She told me that the answers I sought in this Quest would be found down below, and she directed me to go down into the subways. I was to find something. What's more, I was to be "in disguise" so that none of my Shadows or Rays could recognize me. Apparently, if they see me down there, they tend to try to engage me, and I needed to go on a spy mission of sorts, from what my Guide told me.
Looking down, I saw that a bunch of Asian businessmen were coming out of the subway. They were dressed nicely in suits and ties, and some were coming up into the lobby and going down hallways and out into the city streets. They weren't like the rest of the people-- they were foreigners to the rest, but friendly non-threats. Nonetheless, communication was a little skewed because they didn't speak the same language exactly. The word that jumped to my mind was "Diplomats." All this I witnessed from the top of the subway stairs, looking down to get a feel for what my mission was. I recognized Vex (aka Smallville's Lex Luthor) my Shadow Brother, off to the side at the top of the stairs, wheeling and dealing with one of the head diplomats, wearing an absurd suit and hat, sort of pimped out, and he was acting very subversive and suspicious. The Diplomat seemed unconvinced, but Vex was launching into his most persuasive scheming mode. I had never seen this side of my Shadow Brother before, and felt faintly disdainful of him.
So I started down the stairs, and went right by him. I was nervous that he'd see me and penetrate my disguise-- but he was so engaged in bullshitting, he never even glanced up. I looked back at him one last time and saw Brannon (another figure symbolizing Ideal Romantic Love) go past him along the lobby floor, and then stop and LOOK at what Vex was doing, and he shook his head and made a face of disgust. It looked like he wanted to stop Vex and start a fight or something, or at least make sure Vex saw that he was displeased. I went on down the stairs rather then get involved, but it certainly gave me plenty to think about for later!
Then, instead of going on into one of the subway trains, I turned at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the restrooms. There were people streaming in and out of there as well, and I tried to hide from them, all freaked out that I was supposed to be in disguise and worried that people there would recognize me. I hid in a stall even! When I came out, my Guide rose from the floor once again-- and I had a moment of severe embarrassment. She said, "You're allowing yourself to get sidetracked again." I approached her with chagrin and apologized. She said, "The point of the mission isn't about you, its about finding someone to be your Caretaker because the Caretaker you have now isn't doing his job. You have to travel to Asia to discover the answer." Then she pulled out a mass of small orangey roses with pinkish orange pointed leaves, all in a bunch of pretty, large tassle beads, and handed them to me, "You'll need these later to help you figure out something for sure." So, puzzled at the time (though not now) I took them and thanked her.
[Later note: The actress is Shari Belafonte!]
<-- An older version of this woman was my Guide in the dream.
Then I got on a subway train. The seats were mostly empty, and all of them were slightly different, and I had to find the right fit. The conductors came around to give us some news/mail, but we had to have a dollar for THEM sticking out of the back pockets of the chairs we were sitting in. There was a problem with my dollar, as it wasn't an Asian dollar, but they decided they could use it anyways after some controversy and I got off the train in the Asian land at last.
There were problems there I saw-- comparable to what China used to be like, but now more like North Korea. At the other end of the line, at some sort of depot, I stopped to watch the news. Though in a different language, I was able to translate everything almost perfectly. An Asian news broadcaster was reporting how the streets there were so bad that transportation was always an issue, with potholes and poor paving jobs, and streets that were too narrow. He showed the story of one Asian woman, who was just trying to do her job every day, and drove a powerful SUV, but she kept having to use all the power of her vehicle in order to get up hills and drive around cars that were abandoned on the side of the road because they had stopped working. My last thoughts in the dream were that I was surprised that these sorts of problems were discussed openly in this place.
NOW FOR THE INTERP!
You recall that the last Guided Dream involved some weird, twisted guy coming out of the "mines" when I went exploring down a Shadow Tunnel. Mr. Ick, as I nicknamed him, set off my immune system like mad, and made me sick in the dream, but he apologized and said he was sent down to do a job at age 13 and got left down there. Which means he's a part of the problem regarding my chronic illness. Well, I've been wondering if all the tangled "mines" was symbolic of my digestive system-- like the twisting tunnels of my intestines. Think about it: miners break down rock (food) along a track/tract to find ore (nutrients) to deliver to the surface (rest of body.) And I've been thinking maybe there's a problem THERE that is contributing to CFIDS/REDD. I wondered what the role of Mr. Ick was-- what job was he given to do down in the mines that has left him a cripple?
Weeks passed with no further Guided Dreams until this morning. Now at last I'm basically handed the answer to my most pertinant question. The answer was down in the subway! Again with the underground tunnels thing, so I'm certain this has to do with digestion post-stomach. The Asian diplomats, and then the Asians themselves? I've said before that immune system dreams often deal with germs by symbolizing them as foreign invaders, right? Well, these guys aren't invaders, but they ARE foreign! Because our large intestines are lined with hundreds of kinds of bacteria, each with it's own "speciality" and genes. They help us digest, so they're "friendly foreigners"-- though outside our intestines, some kinds are deadly (like E coli) but I'm getting side-tracked. (SEE how easy that is? Heh!) The bathroom symbolism wasn't lost on me either. Again with the emphasis on digestion POST stomach! Factually, the digestive tract has as many nerve cells as our spinal cords and is an intergral part of our immune system-- so all of this makes sense with the "smart" Asian people stereotype/symbology.
The Diplomats were the guys delivering messages and information to the "hotel" and city up above-- that is, the rest of my body. There was no real problem with the Diplomats from what I could see. They were disciplined and together and doing their job well. Okay-- so it is NOT a inter-body communication glitch. Even the TV news right there in "that land" was good, right? So, the nerves themselves are working okay, both in the digestion arena and from there to the rest of the body. SOME thing works! That's a relief, anyways.
The biggest clue that I got about my digestive system was that transportation was an issue because the roads were bad and some vehicles had broken down. I got the impression that the people there were sort of poor in some areas and things (nutrients) weren't being delivered properly. There were hold-ups and delays and and some things just ended up not happening-- and it was a big waste of energy. That was an important message-- waste of energy. The SUVs needed to get things from one area to another and the "waste of power and fuel" was an actual point of the newscast that I watched. All the waste led to a lack of energy when things weren't able to be worked around. Now I have a better perception of the problem. Thanks body and Guides!
The mission was/is to find a "Caretaker" to replace the one that isn't working for me. Could it be The Caretaker is the title of Mr. Ick?
Oh-- the Orange Rose bunch that my Guide gave me? During the long subway trip I sat in my chair holding the bunch of rose beads on my belly. I remembered upon awakening that a Blue Rose corsage was a gift from my Andie McDowell looking Guide over a year ago. And that's when it hit me that each one of my Guides seems to be in charge of one Chakra-- or areas of my life emanating from each Chakra. The super-smart and elegant black actress, Shari Belafonte, was the image of my ORANGE Chakra Guide-- holding the orange roses on my belly right where the orange chakra was in the dream was indeed the clue I needed to answer yet another question. Two actually. Orange chakra PHYSICALLY = digestive system. Spiritually, it connects to something else, tribal ties of family and community (which in my case suck right now.) Andie's Blue Rose was given to me in a dream about my personal MUSIC and how I was supposed to learn to play the drums in the great orchestra. And she was directing me, but also reassuring me. Music-- blue rose-- blue chakra-- communication and expression and thyroid/metabolism. The Mimi Rogers Guide handed me orbs that would shine with white light-- from the White Chakra above our heads (the inner body chakras are whirled like lotus flowers-- or, for us Westerners, roses-- whereas the chakras outside our body, both above and below, are ORBS.) Suddenly, a lot of my symbolism is falling nicely and neatly into place! Now I know who to go to for Orange, Blue, and White Chakras! Which means I have several other Guides that I have yet to remember consciously. I look forward to meeting them when the time comes.
Last thing I wanted to mention-- the cameo appearance of 2 repeating dreams figures. Vex and Brannon. I have to wonder: what the HELL was my Shadow Brother negotiating with a Diplomat for? What would he want with a messenger from my digestive system? Hmmm? Weirdness. And he's normally so regal and dignified-- and yet here I was seeing him seemingly selling out and behaving most dishonorably with some factor of my inner physcial workings. Rather suspicious, eh? Brannon, who looks like Tom Welling incidentally, and some others not recounted, regarded Vex's actions with outright disgust. So whatever Vex was doing, it must have been pretty bad to upset Brannon so much. I'm curious, but I'll have to investigate further into this matter later.
To begin with, I found myself in the lobby of a great hotel in a busy city. People moving and talking and working everywhere! It was crazy busy. A black woman rose from the floor, facing me directly, and I immediantly recognized her as one of my Guides. (The others take the forms of Andie McDowell, Mimi Rogers, & Lena Olin for some reason.) It was this gorgeous African American actress who was popular in the late 70s and 80s, though recently we mostly see her in TV commercials. She always wears her hair natural and very short, and she has exotic eyes. I have never held a particular interest in this actress, just as is the case with Andie McDowell, Mimi Rogers, and Lena Olin, but for whatever reason, she takes the image of this person. (**By the way, I've figured out the "code" to my Guides. More later.) Anyway, this Guide, a wise and older woman, literally emerged magically from the floor and faced me. She told me that the answers I sought in this Quest would be found down below, and she directed me to go down into the subways. I was to find something. What's more, I was to be "in disguise" so that none of my Shadows or Rays could recognize me. Apparently, if they see me down there, they tend to try to engage me, and I needed to go on a spy mission of sorts, from what my Guide told me.
Looking down, I saw that a bunch of Asian businessmen were coming out of the subway. They were dressed nicely in suits and ties, and some were coming up into the lobby and going down hallways and out into the city streets. They weren't like the rest of the people-- they were foreigners to the rest, but friendly non-threats. Nonetheless, communication was a little skewed because they didn't speak the same language exactly. The word that jumped to my mind was "Diplomats." All this I witnessed from the top of the subway stairs, looking down to get a feel for what my mission was. I recognized Vex (aka Smallville's Lex Luthor) my Shadow Brother, off to the side at the top of the stairs, wheeling and dealing with one of the head diplomats, wearing an absurd suit and hat, sort of pimped out, and he was acting very subversive and suspicious. The Diplomat seemed unconvinced, but Vex was launching into his most persuasive scheming mode. I had never seen this side of my Shadow Brother before, and felt faintly disdainful of him.
So I started down the stairs, and went right by him. I was nervous that he'd see me and penetrate my disguise-- but he was so engaged in bullshitting, he never even glanced up. I looked back at him one last time and saw Brannon (another figure symbolizing Ideal Romantic Love) go past him along the lobby floor, and then stop and LOOK at what Vex was doing, and he shook his head and made a face of disgust. It looked like he wanted to stop Vex and start a fight or something, or at least make sure Vex saw that he was displeased. I went on down the stairs rather then get involved, but it certainly gave me plenty to think about for later!
Then, instead of going on into one of the subway trains, I turned at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the restrooms. There were people streaming in and out of there as well, and I tried to hide from them, all freaked out that I was supposed to be in disguise and worried that people there would recognize me. I hid in a stall even! When I came out, my Guide rose from the floor once again-- and I had a moment of severe embarrassment. She said, "You're allowing yourself to get sidetracked again." I approached her with chagrin and apologized. She said, "The point of the mission isn't about you, its about finding someone to be your Caretaker because the Caretaker you have now isn't doing his job. You have to travel to Asia to discover the answer." Then she pulled out a mass of small orangey roses with pinkish orange pointed leaves, all in a bunch of pretty, large tassle beads, and handed them to me, "You'll need these later to help you figure out something for sure." So, puzzled at the time (though not now) I took them and thanked her.
[Later note: The actress is Shari Belafonte!]
<-- An older version of this woman was my Guide in the dream.Then I got on a subway train. The seats were mostly empty, and all of them were slightly different, and I had to find the right fit. The conductors came around to give us some news/mail, but we had to have a dollar for THEM sticking out of the back pockets of the chairs we were sitting in. There was a problem with my dollar, as it wasn't an Asian dollar, but they decided they could use it anyways after some controversy and I got off the train in the Asian land at last.
There were problems there I saw-- comparable to what China used to be like, but now more like North Korea. At the other end of the line, at some sort of depot, I stopped to watch the news. Though in a different language, I was able to translate everything almost perfectly. An Asian news broadcaster was reporting how the streets there were so bad that transportation was always an issue, with potholes and poor paving jobs, and streets that were too narrow. He showed the story of one Asian woman, who was just trying to do her job every day, and drove a powerful SUV, but she kept having to use all the power of her vehicle in order to get up hills and drive around cars that were abandoned on the side of the road because they had stopped working. My last thoughts in the dream were that I was surprised that these sorts of problems were discussed openly in this place.
NOW FOR THE INTERP!
You recall that the last Guided Dream involved some weird, twisted guy coming out of the "mines" when I went exploring down a Shadow Tunnel. Mr. Ick, as I nicknamed him, set off my immune system like mad, and made me sick in the dream, but he apologized and said he was sent down to do a job at age 13 and got left down there. Which means he's a part of the problem regarding my chronic illness. Well, I've been wondering if all the tangled "mines" was symbolic of my digestive system-- like the twisting tunnels of my intestines. Think about it: miners break down rock (food) along a track/tract to find ore (nutrients) to deliver to the surface (rest of body.) And I've been thinking maybe there's a problem THERE that is contributing to CFIDS/REDD. I wondered what the role of Mr. Ick was-- what job was he given to do down in the mines that has left him a cripple?
Weeks passed with no further Guided Dreams until this morning. Now at last I'm basically handed the answer to my most pertinant question. The answer was down in the subway! Again with the underground tunnels thing, so I'm certain this has to do with digestion post-stomach. The Asian diplomats, and then the Asians themselves? I've said before that immune system dreams often deal with germs by symbolizing them as foreign invaders, right? Well, these guys aren't invaders, but they ARE foreign! Because our large intestines are lined with hundreds of kinds of bacteria, each with it's own "speciality" and genes. They help us digest, so they're "friendly foreigners"-- though outside our intestines, some kinds are deadly (like E coli) but I'm getting side-tracked. (SEE how easy that is? Heh!) The bathroom symbolism wasn't lost on me either. Again with the emphasis on digestion POST stomach! Factually, the digestive tract has as many nerve cells as our spinal cords and is an intergral part of our immune system-- so all of this makes sense with the "smart" Asian people stereotype/symbology.
The Diplomats were the guys delivering messages and information to the "hotel" and city up above-- that is, the rest of my body. There was no real problem with the Diplomats from what I could see. They were disciplined and together and doing their job well. Okay-- so it is NOT a inter-body communication glitch. Even the TV news right there in "that land" was good, right? So, the nerves themselves are working okay, both in the digestion arena and from there to the rest of the body. SOME thing works! That's a relief, anyways.
The biggest clue that I got about my digestive system was that transportation was an issue because the roads were bad and some vehicles had broken down. I got the impression that the people there were sort of poor in some areas and things (nutrients) weren't being delivered properly. There were hold-ups and delays and and some things just ended up not happening-- and it was a big waste of energy. That was an important message-- waste of energy. The SUVs needed to get things from one area to another and the "waste of power and fuel" was an actual point of the newscast that I watched. All the waste led to a lack of energy when things weren't able to be worked around. Now I have a better perception of the problem. Thanks body and Guides!
The mission was/is to find a "Caretaker" to replace the one that isn't working for me. Could it be The Caretaker is the title of Mr. Ick?
Oh-- the Orange Rose bunch that my Guide gave me? During the long subway trip I sat in my chair holding the bunch of rose beads on my belly. I remembered upon awakening that a Blue Rose corsage was a gift from my Andie McDowell looking Guide over a year ago. And that's when it hit me that each one of my Guides seems to be in charge of one Chakra-- or areas of my life emanating from each Chakra. The super-smart and elegant black actress, Shari Belafonte, was the image of my ORANGE Chakra Guide-- holding the orange roses on my belly right where the orange chakra was in the dream was indeed the clue I needed to answer yet another question. Two actually. Orange chakra PHYSICALLY = digestive system. Spiritually, it connects to something else, tribal ties of family and community (which in my case suck right now.) Andie's Blue Rose was given to me in a dream about my personal MUSIC and how I was supposed to learn to play the drums in the great orchestra. And she was directing me, but also reassuring me. Music-- blue rose-- blue chakra-- communication and expression and thyroid/metabolism. The Mimi Rogers Guide handed me orbs that would shine with white light-- from the White Chakra above our heads (the inner body chakras are whirled like lotus flowers-- or, for us Westerners, roses-- whereas the chakras outside our body, both above and below, are ORBS.) Suddenly, a lot of my symbolism is falling nicely and neatly into place! Now I know who to go to for Orange, Blue, and White Chakras! Which means I have several other Guides that I have yet to remember consciously. I look forward to meeting them when the time comes.
Last thing I wanted to mention-- the cameo appearance of 2 repeating dreams figures. Vex and Brannon. I have to wonder: what the HELL was my Shadow Brother negotiating with a Diplomat for? What would he want with a messenger from my digestive system? Hmmm? Weirdness. And he's normally so regal and dignified-- and yet here I was seeing him seemingly selling out and behaving most dishonorably with some factor of my inner physcial workings. Rather suspicious, eh? Brannon, who looks like Tom Welling incidentally, and some others not recounted, regarded Vex's actions with outright disgust. So whatever Vex was doing, it must have been pretty bad to upset Brannon so much. I'm curious, but I'll have to investigate further into this matter later.
