Enthusiastic trills arise; warbling cadences, staccato and sonorous, euphonies resound. When the firey echoes disperse, one is filled with curling breezes sashaying through limbs. A sweet inner silence returns. Let it all settle, like a flurry of leaves, free-falling and twirling to rest on the earth. The mind is a watery expanse; choppy waves surging, cresting and crashing, to subside in the depths.
I had a dream last night, but it wasn't my dream, it was like I was in someone else's dream.... for you see, I do not dream, but sparsely, and have not in a long time. Anyhow, as my consciousness was traveling in another vehicle, that vehicle was swimming beneath water, escaping some monstrous demon/beast, and finding pieces of paper and newspaper articles on the floor of this lake into which he had jumped, and on one of the pieces of paper was my handwriting. I cannot tell you was written there or the import of the rest of the dream, but I said all that to state this: It is beneath the waters of our mind that we submerge ourselves to escape those landdwelling things we fear. But, not only does the water eventually smother our resolve, so too does the choice to run from that which we are challenged to slay stagnate our growth, for that from which we run is none other than our selves. eMBeMLaHV!
Felt like sharing this flash, in response. Path 23 Mem the Letter for Water. Sephiroth 9 Yesod "The moon's mysterious light awakens the unconscious. It stirs in us deep connections and instinctive glimpses of deep messages. We understand, even if we cannot explain it, that we belong to something larger than our narrow lives. Because we cannot explain these intuitions intellectually, we often express them as myths, or dreams (we might describe a myth as a collective dream). The path to "higher" consciousness leads through the unconscious. If we think of the unconscious as below, or inside, normal consciousness, then to go up we must go down. This is the ancient truth of the merkavah or chariot mystics who spoke of their rise to the seven palaces (hekahloth) of heaven as the "descent" of the merkavah." ~* Rachel Pollack 'The Kabbalah Tree' pgs. 124-125
so beautiful, and complete. I feel the simplicity in this, yet it gets my mind operating on deeper levels; a real gift. thanks for sharing this, it was a wonderful read!
to some dream interpreters, waters are feelings at the bottom of his emotions, he finds clarity in your words ... 1 interpretation
On this same token I think it fair to note that the sum of Gimel-Ayin-Daleth is 77 and that of Daleth-He-Vau-Yod-Lamed is 55. 55 is, of course, the sum of all the paths that feed Tipareth from "above". eMBeMLaHV!
