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SOUL REVEAL

Just saw myself on the cover of “Dream Network Journal,” 2014, Spring Edition,   http://dreamnetwork.net. That’s me, inside the cocoon. As I look at the image of myself, I feel tears springing up in my eyes. What brought about this sudden upsurge in emotion? I believe it’s that raw feeling of being vulnerable and exposed. You know, it’s like the dream where I show up at an event, but I’ve forgotten my clothes? Bet you haven’t had that dream, wink!

But I’ve digressed. Back to the image of me inside the cocoon. If you look closely at the image, you’ll see a prison cell, but the door is open.  Being a dreamer, I ponder the metaphor and its implications. Butterfly, in ancient Greek, when translated, means soul. So I consider how I’ve opened the door to my soul and the ways in which I’m revealing my soul, which in turn, sets me free.

One of the ways I reveal my soul is in dream sharing. Any experienced dreamer will tell you that dreams leave no stone unturned. People who know your dreams, know you, I mean REALLY know you, your fears, your insecurities, your deepest wishes, your obstacles, your inspirations, everything!

Another way I reveal my soul is through the written word. Years ago, I wrote an allegorical tale called Earth’s Tiny Star. It’s about a soul looking for love and forgetting, and then finding herself. Now I won’t call this book an autobiography, but I’ll divulge that it bears some similarities to the human drama, and maybe, just maybe, it reminds me a little of me, just saying…

As if my soul isn’t being revealed enough, I also write poetry. Any poets out there? Well, if you are, I bet you know that poetry COMPLETELY BYpasses the part of the brain that censors and analyzes. When I sit and write poetry, I never know what will show up in my words. Like a kid in a candy store, I wait for the deliciousness of self-discovery.

Finally, if you’re reading this, you know I sometimes blog and write articles. I tell stories, in the moment, as they’re happening in my life, in real-time, with commentary and sometimes even a few deep thoughts.

Whew! Just reading about all of this soul revealing feels exhausting to me! Think I’ll go back inside my cocoon—- for now…

Here’s my poem that accompanies the image in “Dream Network Journal,”  found on p. 3.

THE TRUTH

Standing on the brink
in the abyss,
arms around myself,
holding on,
then hearing faintly in a distance—

badoomp badoomp badoomp,
and growing louder,
badoomp badoomp badoomp…

The tide is low<
lower than it’s been in over 20 years,
badoomp badoomp badoomp;

 going deeper and deeper than ever before,
seeing life below the surface,
exposed and uncovered;

 it’s true, it’s true, it’s true;
Inside me there’s a knowing,
it’s true, it’s true, it’s true;

Discovering the braided gold,
shining in my hands,
there’s been nothing like it in over 20 years;

 I’ve been imprisoned,
on the grounds,
then locking the place down
for my own safety;

badoomp badoomp badoomp;

on the brink,
arms around myself,
holding on
in the dark;

nothing like it in over 20 years;

hearing the drumbeat of my heart,
the impulse
growing louder and stronger,

be true, be true, be true,

cracked pot,
leaking energy,
the life is sucked from my bones,

be true, be true, be true,
nothing like it in over 20 years;

darkness persists
with imaginal discs,
holding memories
of butterfly wings and antennae…

but my legacy! no, wait !
live, laugh, love,

be true, be true, be true…
nothing like it in over 20 years…

stuck,
holding on,
hoping,
believing,
leaking,
being,

be true, be true, be true…

imagining,
dreaming,
believing,
expanding,

be true, be true, be true;

Breaking free!

breathing,
reaching,
being,

it’s true, it’s true, it’s true…

expanding,
being,

be true, be true, be true,
nothing like it in over 20 years;

 be-ing true, be-ing true, be-ing true.

 being, being, being…

Dream Network Journal editions can be obtained at http://dreamnetwork.net

Original Artwork on cover by dream artist, Brenda Ferrimani, http://www.brendaferrimanidreamart.com

Read our accompanying article featured in “Dream Network Journal,” A Journey of Mystic Illumination, on pp. 15 – 17, co-authored with Brenda Ferrimani. http://dreamnetwork.net

We will also be presenting ”Shared Dreams, Art, and Poetry: Gateways to Personal Alchemy and Human Evolution,”  a real-life artistic experience of living the archetypal themes, at the 31st Annual Conference of IASD, “Golden Gateway to Dreams,” in Berkeley, California. http://www.asdreams.org

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Is it Love?

Heart Pathways

Bit by bit,
block by block,
I’ve constructed a fortress to protect my vulnerable heart.

Bit by bit,
block by block,
I’ve collected my arsenal of defense.

Bit by bit,
block by block,
I’ve forgotten how it feels to connect.

On my path to righteousness
I’ve discovered loneliness.
Places within me have closed down
and my heart is in need of rerouting.

So I call upon gods and angels
to mend my wounded heart.
I’m in need of a pathway,
an opening for love to traverse.

The moment is now!
It’s time to choose.
I surrender my heart.

Vulnerable, I stand before you,
open, naked and exposed.
I choose truth.
I choose peace.
I choose love.

My life’s blood,
my truth force,
swells from a trickle to a stream,
singing its sweet melody,
ebbing and flowing into a heart-song.

I breathe my breath of love.
It’s swirling and rippling,
creating new patterns
on its synchronicity tour of my heart.

Love is the answer.
Love knows the way.
It is the voice from deep inside,
persistent and unwavering,
walking in steadfast footsteps
and carving a new pathway through my soul,
a deep passageway that even 50 million years cannot erase.

The embers of my heart have been stirred
and my flame burns strong,
guiding and directing
like the beaconing morning star.
Here I am
and I choose truth.
I choose peace.
I choose love.

I’ve found my way to the promised land.
I AM the peace I’ve been waiting for in the valley of my heart
— and I have a dream.  — by Sherry Puricelli

Artwork by Dream Artist, Brenda Ferrimani
From Mystic Illumination Tarot Series – The Initiate
To see more images and the poetry on Mystic Illumination, click here: http://dreamingglobalillumination.com/photo-gallery/

 

Living the Dream, Living the Archetype

RE-Posting this article by popular request.
We are back from this year’s IASD Conference. We had a wonderful time. Met great people, attended insightful workshops, classes and presentations. The art show was amazing and experiential. My (Glory’s) favorite part of the week was attending the Dream Ball. We had to dress like one of our dream characters.
Well this year, Sherry, Tzivia and I, had a shared theme that started back in February. The Mother archetype decided to show up in dreams, synchronicities and our retreat. She really wanted to be acknowledged and honored and we did. Sherry, around the same time was working on the Empress card for her tarot deck, Mystic Illumination.
So we decided to once again invite The Mother to our dream ball. I attended as Mother Earth or Gaia. Sherry transformed herself into Lady of Guadalupe, and Tzivia embodied that last part of the poem below as “ME” a synchronicity that hopefully she will write about and share with us soon. Below is the poem that was shared at the Dream Ball written by Sherry Puricelli. I feel so blessed to have been a part of such a lovely, moving, and creative experience. Thank you ladies for sharing your gifts and thank you to the Great Mother.
Love, Glory Nelson – Life Coach, Dreamer, Teacher
Mother
 
Mother of cycles,
you are eternal Home to me;
sisters, aunts, mothers, grandmothers,
you’re there for me, always – no matter how far away I fly;
Mother Mary, Mother Earth, Mother of Galaxies,
Mother in my dreams,
you continually cycle back to me…
bringing me home, dancing me home, singing me home,
with empathy, painted – with colorful drops of Mother.
 
When I can’t keep up,
or cannot make the climb, you are the charger of my soul;
when I fall,
You bleed, and reveal your scar so I can learn self-healing;
when I lay broken,
you show me flowers that broke open too,
erupting into gardens of inner beauty;
Whenever I call,
Mother in my dreams,
you continually cycle back to me..
bringing me home, dancing me home, singing me home,
with empathy, painted – with colorful drops of Gaia.
 
When my heart is heavy,
you carry my sorrows and you become my rock;
When I’m missing you,
I hear your lullaby in the mourning doves’ cry.
when I am lost,
your evening star twinkles my inspiration trail.
When I lack faith,
you are my monument, my altar, my prayer,
so I can rediscover my own temple.
Mother in my dreams,
you continually cycle back to me..
bringing me home, dancing me home, singing me home,
with empathy, painted – with colorful drops of Mary.
 
 
Mother of cycles,
you are eternal Home to me;
In the theatre of our mutual dream,
I have buried your key;
We’re dancing rainbows
in timeless time,
spaceless space,
and deathless death;
You’ve been with me always,
since before my first lullaby,
and after my last step.
 
I am Mother in my dreams,
continually cycling back ..
bringing me home, dancing me home, singing me home,
with empathy, painted – with colorful drops of Me.
Poetry by Sherry Puricelli – Dream Coach, Connecticut
Empress – Mystic Illumination Deck