Dream Postscript
Both Father-Mother dreams mentioned before, C’s and mine, end with us standing on a threshold. This is how things must always seem to hero/ines. However many horizons we clear, there are always others calling us to go farther. This is in the nature of the adventure of existence with respect to the miracle of Being. The Ocean of Possibility is forever behind, beyond and transcendent of our efforts to embrace it.
I leave you with two last dream reflections which illustrate this point from female and male points of view, respectively. These dreams came to C and me on the same morning, a few days after our enactment of her John-the-Father dream. They don’t signal the end of anything but rather the beginning of a new stage in our marrying of complementary intentions. I will share C’s dream with you first:
I have been given an award of some kind. Later there is a ceremony in which I am given a gold apron. John is there also and gets one too.
Dreams never congratulate but sometimes they must recognise achievement. C’s soul does so in this dream. The ceremony clarifies the nature of this achievement and its recognition. Following her ‘Father’ dream, I replace him as the reflection of her current inner masculine disposition and here image one half of her inner sacred (masculine-feminine) marrying process. This would be her final contribution to our 2006 dream advent.
Our gold aprons are tiny and worn over the genitals, signifying a kind of erotic alchemy that transmutes the base red (chakra) of sexual passion into the gold of spiritual healing/creativity. This symbolism also plays over the fig leaves with which Eve and Adam, our first parents, sought to hide their inexplicable sexual shame. There is no place for shame in sacred marriage, only glory. C’s dream sets her on the way to this wedding.
Her award involves no overt outer journeying. A Woman of Spirit, well-travelled, she always returns to Centre in her Heart, although illusion sometimes obscures essential pattern. My masculine edginess lacks this simplicity but also always returns, by desire and aspiration, to it. Here is my dream of the same hour:
We’re on a bus in Malta, travelling to an ancient Goddess site. The bus reverses along a narrow shelf that’s lapped by brilliantly clear water. We alight barefoot beside a huge rocky mound and wait until a stream of tourists has passed through. We then step over the threshold and make our way to a cave-like space in the heart of the rock. I carry two swords in my extended arms. One is Eastern and curved, the other Western and straight. I kneel in the centre of the cave before a primal Mother Goddess made of stone. I lay my swords before her, at the base of a pedestal on which She rests.
There is all and nothing to say about this classic male journey of return except to note that my (inner) Soul Woman now accompanies me as I reverse an outer trajectory back to the Sacred Centre where Primal Mother gives birth to all form. I/we walk barefoot over Holy Ground. My swords represent the dualistic tendencies of ‘male’ individuating consciousness (East-West, Saracen-Crusader, masculine-feminine, Cain-Abel…).
Malta, in addition to being a site of ancient Goddess sanctuary and witness to many East-West confrontations, is actually in me. Returning to this Universal Source, I am reminded that All is One and surrender my illusion swords to Maya as the Mother of All (Manifestation). I must return to this Point of Creation again and again, as to the generative Womb of Goddess in my Heart.
Enacting, it transpires that C kneels by my side.
I draw a single Sword of Light out from the stone.
We look upon the Mother and are Blessed.
[This was written in 2006 as an end piece to Dreaming the Soul Alive (see under ‘Books’). It is presented as a Story since that is how it feels twenty years on, essentially one that was written by my soul in conjunction with Christa’s. Dreaming describes an extended dream series that ran from late March to late May 2006. Postscript conveys a sense of its ending.]
