Todays card came after a long restless night with strange but wonderful dreams. My dreams are like that river, you just never know what you will find in them, what kind of wreck will float up, where the little boats will go, which ever way the spirals will twist and why do I dance in a fishies belly? I get the feeling all these rivers are inside of my body, the crazy ones, the deep ones, the polluted one and the mystical one. And the snakes too. It’s like layers/membranes of my vascular system.
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Todays card was a reply on what to do to get out of my whiny-phase. I been feeling thin-skinned and needy this week. A girl is sitting by the pool of deep water, near her is the entrance to a cave in a hillside and on top of the hill a stone portal. I see it as a need for me to connect with my source. I do this best in the summer when I go fishing. I don’t really mind the actually fishing, it is the sitting by the water, cooking by a fire and just being outside that is the important bit. Now it is dark and cold and deep snow and I am holed up inside. So practical ways of connecting with the source is to make food for family, take a hot bath with bath salts, drink plenty of water (tea prefered) and just think of all the ways my life is good and I am worthy.
I thought I would try and write here an example on how I work with my dreams in combination with tarot. So I took last nights dream, which was really nothing fancy at all, rather free from any strong emotional content and the names were just two. André was my portuguese boyfriend some decades ago, we had a really good relationship and I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had stayed. Lena is the name of a distant relative that is quite out-acting and troubled but I think her she is just that side of me that throws a tempertantrum but really just want approval.
I did not draw a dream card before going to bed. I woke up inside the dream a few times (going lucid) but didn’t change in any major direction, just made a twist to get away from an annoying dream loop (was trying to cook food but had no pans and scrambled around like forever cooking food in things like anything from hot pocket wrappers to socks) I just told myself in the dream that it’s enough with this and by an act of the Deus ex Machina I presented finished food to the starving just so I could get on with the dream, like turning the page in a book.
I woke up when my cat decided he wanted to go outside. Went back to bed just a minute, to lie down inside the dream again. Imagine dreams are like fairy dust and if we rise to fast it scatters, if we lie back down inside the little cloud it sticks to us again and you can gently lift it up into your day-conscious. I open my journal, write todays date to anchor myself in the day and then just scribbles along, filling in details as they come.
Next step is to read it through, add more notes. Give it a title (learnt that from Robert Moss but many dreams I titled since childhood too but after reading his books I now always do this) Rachel Pollacks books gave me the next lead. To condense the dream into short statements. And then pull one card for each sentence.
I then look at all the cards and often take away those I feel are not really needed. I am left with 5-7 that is then put into a new dream-story.
So this is how it looks in my journal for this morning:
Dream. Was in a shop that had this massive carpet, thick, that sort of sucked your feet in and made it hard to walk. They sold clothes but also make-up and pens and notepads and calenders and all sorts of wonderful writing things. All were in white, orange and lime. By the register I bought a jar of honey and after much trouble returned a CD. André was there or rather it was not André but someone pretending to be him. (lucid) Dreamloop on cooking (lucid again) Tractor was stuck in deep snow. Lena was looking inside an attic room all in wood, she was rehabilitating from addictions (my addictions)
Not-André in the store.
1. I was in a store – Empress
2. They had a think carpet – 5 stones
3. It suck you in and made it hard to walk – 6 stones
4. They sold things for writing and creating – 5 rivers
5. I bought honey too – 4 stones
6. Dream loop about cooking and lucid break – Hermit
7. A false André was there – 7 stones
8. Tractor stuck in snow – 9 trees
9. Lena shut into the attic to recover – Knower of Trees
The Empress store is full of riches and tools for creativity
5 stones are spirits lifting up from a thick carpet
6 stones holds them down to earth
5 rivers are writing their story
9 trees are stuck in the snow
but the Knower of Trees are regenerating.
I leave the cards out over the day and often find a lot of comfort in their message.
The deck used here is of course the Shining Tribe by Rachel Pollack, my fave dream-working deck.
All of this is no news for some of my readers but I just wanted my process in print. Oh and note, when not translating everything to english the whole thing only takes 5 minutes or so each morning.
Finally putting away the Rosetta for a few days. I had this calling to pick up the Shining Tribe tarot for this week. It’s one of my favorites and I even blogged on it before but on a now defunct blog and in swedish. I also used it together with the Mary K Greer book ’21 ways to read a tarot card’ and had really good results. The Shining Tribe tarot is done by Rachel Pollack in a primitive style. It’s not a deck for those who like their tarot smooth and perfect and pretty.
I sat down and went through the deck in search of another card to use for a new round of 21-ways and ended up with half the deck. Just so many that speak out to me. So I pulled one for the day and set the rest of the deck aside to see which card the first one would ‘talk’ to me about in a dream. I woke up, forgot most of my dreams but knew I had to pick 5 of Birds.
This is the first card. The ‘talkers’ or perhaps non-talkers. When I picked this early morning yesterday I just put it on the table and left it out for the day. During that day my friend P came over. We chatted for a few hours, had coffee and generally a nice time. After he left I looked at the card again and saw how much alike the birds were yet how they refused to communicate, and that they wore like a manacle around their skinny legs a snake. I write in my paper journal next to a drawing I made of the birds and the snake: ‘I think of how the thing me and P have in common is the very thing that we wish not look upon, like a chain of shame’
I will write more on the 5 of birds a bit later.