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On June 21, 2009, I dreamed:
Isadora Duncan Comes Alive!
All four of my grandparents are here! We walk together down to the stream, and on the paths of the property and have a wonderful visit.
P. and two neighborhood children are playing outside. Their mother comes over and is remarking how good it is to hear that I had such a lovely time with my grandparents.
I concur! And remark that that is because we were outside walking together instead of just sitting around in the house.
Then we are talking about seeing a movie with dance in it. I choose a movie (in the dream, Isadora Duncans first dance film) called Isadora Duncan Comes Alive. I have seen it before.
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I awake to the excitement of packing my bags and getting ready for my drive to The Mercy Center in Madison, Connecticut for the Robert Moss level 1 Dream Teacher Training.
I am delighted to learn that much of this training will be focused on the ancestors, after all, 4 of mine have come on this very day into my dream space.
We spend a good deal of time in our training sharing our dream encounters and dream visits we have experienced with the departed. And through the Moss Lightening Dreamwork method, I come to see my dream as just that, a visit with my ancestors! And it especially feels to be a gift to me because of the new life that is growing in my womb. Their blessings bestowed upon me, and another link in the sacred chain of our lineage.
The stream in the dream is a waking life physical feature on the land that I live on, and the paths around the property were lovingly carved into this landscape by the man of my dreams, father of this baby. The stream for me symbolizes the river of life, the paths are those we choose to walk on this journey of our lives.
Each night of the training, I set the intention for a dream incubation that furthers my connection to my beloved deceased loved ones. I see them again and again in the dream time, my mother as well as my grandparents! I dream my mom packs me a box with olive oil, balsamic vinegar and gourmet mints in it.
I see friends departed loved-ones as well. One such friends dad (who passed on in the 1980s) has a message for me. He writes: Sometimes the missions over before its begun. This is like a Zen koan for me that I ponder the extent of our retreat.
Our training takes us deeper into the Shamanic realms. We explore journeying with the drum, and dream reentry, serving as trackers for one another. Then I dream, Nana Betty comes to me in my dream to do a dream reentry. So I ask, who is dreaming whom?!
One very important aspect of doing dream work is honoring the dream; taking action in waking life that stems from the messages brought forth from ones exploration. I brought a framed photograph that I have of my four grandparents, standing side by side, from my college graduation from home to our Seascape classroom, and placed it on the altar that we as a collective had created for the middle of our circle.
We work to find our allies: animals as well as guides and guardians. Some of mine accompany me in our dream journeying. The children are riding on the back of a large white elephant in the astral realm of the moon, and it is eagle who has taken me here! I am not surprised to see my four elder relatives and other departed beloveds in this space also.
But what of Isadora Duncan? As I write from this dream, the unfolding of that question feels self-evident. This is about the dance of life! The dance of time. The dance of each of our own individual journey. Isadora Duncan Comes Alive! And dreaming forever keeps our precious connection alive too.
Robert had set me the creative task of writing a poem from the original dream that I came to the training with. I compose it on the rocky beach of the Long Island Sound, with the mighty Atlantics tides rolling in and out, and commit it to memory:
Dance of the Ancestors
Father of my father
Father of my mother
Mother of my mother
Mother of my father
She comes to me, in fragrance so sweet
She calls to me, in a dream
I am mother of the child-
Playing on the earth
And mother of the new one-
Curled up in my womb
Shining eagle, soaring high above
Oh mother- come walk with me
On the paths of His love
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