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Trains in dreams

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I dream of running in a dark intersection, on slippery asphalt, trying to catch a train. On my ticket is a clear description with a red dot for the next train depot but I can’t find it. I am finding receipts and coupons for stores that don’t exist here and for items I don’t need and can’t afford. I am having problems with reading the little map, what is map – what is the world, they melt and I am still walking really fast. I find myself in a small tarot-meeting, just people showing each other what they know and trying to learn and there I storm in, intent of ‘showing off’ with my deep experience and my large collection and at that same moment putting myself apart from the group and stopping my own learning. I start to mix up the decks, display rows of knights from different decks but none has anything to do with what is asked after. They are in 3-d but I still can’t see it, still mix up the symbol with the thing.

I am walking with a huge jar of jam, red like blood, and dream-trip and wake myself to not spill it – and I don’t spill it, but I also lose the jam.

Symbol – thing…

Masonic – end of a week

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I know I haven’t posted a lot at all lately but will just share a few of the cards I pulled this last week from the Masonic Tarot. While I didn’t divide the deck in majors and minors it is clear from looking at the deck that the previous owner used only the majors and for some reason those where what came up for me these last few days too. (+ the Ace of Wands and the Ace of Coins, not shown here)

It’s a stunning deck, large long cards, great cardstock and with a sheen to the coppery coloured details in the images. The LWB is rather large but only goes into the majors and focus on the geometrical shapes and their meaning. All in all an interesting deck but one I wish I had more background in. Even though the minors are more or less ‘pips’ I quite like them and they provide just enough detail to remain interesting.

I really had more of a book-week then a tarot-week though. I set a goal of reading 150 books in 2013 and so far finished 10 and got a lot on the way. Right now I am reading this sci-fi ‘Wool’ by Hugh Howey. Highly recommended. I also went to the library and picked up a little stack even though I got a bookshelf filled with books to read already. I finished 2 by Joyce Carol Oates ‘Beasts’ and ‘Rape – a love story’ but were good but not amazing.

Oh and before I go – a dream. I was constructing houses again, from old dilapidated carparks and boat-yards. Floor boards old and grayed and thin like wafers, rope ladders winding up and down between half-built floors, couches and old flowerpots with stashed away bottles of tequila and cigars, pages torn from books all over the place and me trying to read them, to make sense of it all, to make it all come together into a whole finished thing.

A tarot myth

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While there are lots of myths around the creation of the tarot already, why not make your own?

Once upon a time there was an enormous library, not like the one in Alexandria, but a library of Dreams. This is where dreamers came to live inside their dreamworlds and when the dreamers woke up, the dreams gently settled into the library shelves again, ready for the next dream.

One day there was a fire in the library of dreams and all active dreamers came running to try and save their special and most precious dreams from the flames.

But they had to leave with just a few fragments of them in their cupped hands, they returned to their bodies and the library was just a black exoskeleton like shell of a library.
Instead all the dreamers had just a small collection of private dreams, there was no exchange, no learning from each others dreams, in fact after a while it was as if dreams were not very important at all.
But a few of the dream-slivers they brought back with them crept out and inked themselves on paper.
The images on the papers began to spread out and met the dreamers again and a connection began to grow, the dreamers recognized their lost dreams, and not just their own run-aways but also those from when the big dream library was the hub of all dreamwork.
Many of them started to work with these images again and collected them in a deck of 78 cards, for the 78 dreams that escaped the fire.



Dream of bees

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I dreamt of tarot cards again, of climbing tree-tops to catch them in the wind, I climbed down again with my bounty and found a neat stack of tarots. They were beautiful, mainly sepia/gold tones and the cards were double-sided, the artwork continued, or was reflected on the backsides. 5 of Cups was a woman dressed in gray named sorrow and the cups were stacked and partly overturned on the other side of the card. The first card I got was the oddest one. It was the honeybee card and made me think of sweetness, comfort and warmth. The 3 of cups I vaguely remember being 3 frogs jumping around a pond with lotus flowers.

As you might have guessed, they were dream cards and as such I can’t very well display and scans :-p One other thing from my dream though was the distinct feeling that we shared actual space with spirits (wich is a clue I was in the astral) I had a spirit laying out my deck of cards in a spread of 8 cards in 2 rows and he/she/it kept turning around and told me to stay focused on the matter at hand. And for the 5 of cups he asked me what side I wanted up – the lady sorrow or the cups. The bee card I just held close to my heart. My heart could hear them buzzing.

Dreamworking with the Tarot – my process

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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.

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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:

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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


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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.


Friday the 13:th

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Backlogged again. I am somehow reluctant to update when I don’t have pictures ready, I should step away from that demand on myself.

I received the Silicon Dawn Tarot this week and spent an evening looking through the cards and reading the book. I like the deck, the book was a little wordy at some places but a decent companion. I look forward to use the deck as weekly deck sometime soon. I have been enamored by the Rosetta though. My daily cards seem to grow out to whole landscapes and I even lost the urge to go back to Thoth for ‘verification’. Todays card was the Queen of cups and I connected to her here, something I didn’t do with the Thoth Queen.

A dream: Roadtrip in the old Toyota with my father driving and my mom in the backseat (which has never happened ever) We were driving a long time but never got very far, the car stopped by the ocean and we went to a restaurant/bathing house and I ordered cake. Sweet delicious cakes with jam and powdered sugar. It was snowing outside and my hair was wet from the steam (sauna) I couldn’t find the car and was afraid like a little girl again that they left me.

For reasons unknown the dream is titled Box of Roses in my journal

Dreaming of tents

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Before going to bed I made a request for the Empress and the Emperor to come to me in my dreams. I am pathworking and meditating with the Emperor right now but had a hard time connecting to the Empress earlier this week. What I remember, just keywords, enough to recall the feeling of the dream later:

We were building a house but with tent material. We gathered large ornate tent-poles with anubis and rams heads on them. they were black. We put them down deep into the ground, 81cm and some even 103cm. We build a maze like structure out of fabric and I could pass through it, just like the sunshine and the shadows could. The Empress told me to tend to the birds and showed me a large bird-cage, but it was not balanced so i struggled not to let the birds out or the salamanders and frogs in. I balanced it with bowls of water. The Empress left but the man I think of as the Emperor stayed with me, still building on the tent-maze now transformed to a whole village.

This is my final day with the Tarot of the Sephiroth, it’s been a good week and I enjoyed using this deck every day (even though he places the Emperor with Heh and not Tzaddi but I can live with that) I did an exchange reading and a few 3-card readings. But I am using the spread I picked up at Inner Whispers now, simply 2 cards:

Prince of SwordsNot only: Prince of Swords Air of Air, a slap in the face, a rude awakening, a call to get going, don’t dream it – be and and go for it and that Now.

But also: Strength, Geburah to Chesed, connecting the yin and the yang, the Lady and the Lion, power and awareness, knowing just when to act and tempering the rash Prince.