I was feeling tired yesterday afternoon so sloped off to bed for a kip.
I had a dream where I was in a room looking at others in a bigger room for a festive occasion. For some reason, I felt that I would be alone in my life and was quite resigned to it. I entered the bigger room and a younger man there started dancing with me, but then queried me about my health history. I talked at length to him and he told me I was lucky as he was a master healer and usually charged £400 per session. As he said this, he put his arms around me, held me in a wonderful embrace, I fell into a deep sleep feeling safe and protected, and woke feeling as if a whole heap of crap from my past had melted away.
This is pretty self-explanatory and one of the reasons that I’ve posted it is because it had such an emotional effect on me. I have lots of dreams, often don’t remember them, but when I do and they leave an emotional residue, then I know I need to note that dream down and work with it.
It’s also been my experience that if you don’t write a meaningful dream down you’ll likely forget it. And when you do return to dreams over time, it’s surprising how you forget them and the impact they had.
With this dream I can remember clearly the loving, healing, supportive energies I received and I keep hugging myself at the memory!
This image is based on a special site we found in Pingelly, on the wheatbelt of Western Australia. There were huge granite rocks that had images of frogs in them, they were quite clear. It was an incredibly peaceful place and we later found out that Frog was the totem of the Aboriginal tribe of that area.
I created this from a photo my friend took in the Giraween National Park in the far north of New South Wales.
In the original photo, there is a rock with the clear shape of a mouth and from this I had the image of rocks whispering their magic and ancient knowledge to us over the eons, not necessarily in the words we humans see as necessary for communication, but in colours, images and rock art.
My friend lives in the far north of New South Wales and regularly goes bushwalking. On her visit to the Giraween National Park, she took photos of some wonderful rock formations, and she’s given me permission to work on her rock photos.
When I look at rock formations, I see faces, energies, history and meaning. When we drove from Woodenbong, where we lived in Northern New South Wales, down Mt Lindesay into Queensland, I’d look at the rock faces and see wise, ancient energies looking back at me.
I still feel very surprised when I say this as I was a very logical person in my younger days and the idea that, when I hit middle-aged, I would suddenly morph into a sort of rock whisperer would have had me in fits of hysterical laughter.
But there you are – I’m stuck with a connection to rocks which runs very deep and which carries messages and time travel history to me to interpret in my digital art. So the above is called Guardians of Time because these huge rocks, to me, seem to exert a benevolent, strong, protective energy across the ages. We humans are but passing whisps of energies compared to these rocks and we need to trust that they will be standing majestically as guardians of time across the eons long after humanity has passed into dust and thence into the realm of Spirit.