Dream with the Fishes…

I’ve made it a sort of on-again, off-again practice to post about some of my weird dreams in my social media outlets whenever those dreams feel like they might have some connection to metaphysical topics…or even just a more vague but definite overall metaphysical vibe about them (you know…more so than dreams already have).

And I’ve decided that in the spirit of this being a “new year” and all, I’ll not only revive the practice, but hereby pledge to write up as many of my odd dreams as I can in 2017. Sometimes doing this helps me to pull the messages from out of them, and sometimes, I can get behind the idea that maybe the messages aren’t even meant for me – maybe I’m just the delivery system, and the messages are meant for somebody else out there. Like maybe you, for example, reading this right now…

My piece of Shattuckite…

Before I detail my weird dream for you, it may be important to note that I sometimes like to try to affect my dream-experiences by putting a crystal under my pillow. The variety of crystal is subject to change depending on my prevailing mood and any cues I feel I’ve been getting from the Universe. Last night, I used a piece of Shattuckite that I got just a couple of weeks ago. This stone is believed to stimulate the Third Eye Chakra, thereby greatly enhancing any perceptive abilities, both sensory and extra-. People inclined to this type of thinking might say that Shattuckite can beef up your psychic input.

Your mileage may vary, but I can say that almost every time I’ve slept with this particular piece of Shattuckite under my pillow in the last two weeks or so, my dreaming has increased in both quantity (i.e., I’m dreaming more than I was in the last few weeks prior to my Shattuckite purchase) and quality (my dreams have been more vivid and more agreeable about allowing me to remember them the next morning).

Anyway, here’s what my dream-self got up to last night:

I was standing outside somewhere, possibly behind the house that I live in now, although in the dream, the weather was warm and balmy, not all frosty, and choked with half a foot of snow as it actually is as I type away at this post. There were a few other people with me, although they didn’t seem to have exact identities – no names, no faces, and they weren’t people that I know in my waking world.

As we milled about, enjoying the sunshine and the warmth, there were these large fish drifting around near us through the air. In the dream, this was completely natural.

What was not natural – even in this dream-scenario – was what happened next…

A Barracuda (clearly not the kind with wings and fur that floats in the air and comes when you call it)…

The fish all looked a lot like the real-world creature that we call the Barracuda. They were long and substantial, and built for speed. In the dream, though, this air-version had wings that were blurred to near-invisibility like a Hummingbird’s, they had tufts of fur, and they were mostly colored a deep, rich, striking shade of blue that doesn’t happen too often in nature out here in consensus reality.

And for some reason, I got it into my head to try to call one of the fish over to me, even though I knew in the dream that these were untamed creatures, about as likely to come when summoned by humans as a Squirrel or a Deer or a Robin would be in the flesh-world.

But here’s the weird part: the fish I was addressing floated over to me when I called it. It hovered before me, and it let me reach out and begin scratching it gently with my fingertips beneath its “chin.”

I was astounded by this, there in the dream-space, and so were my vague dream-friends, who began expressing their own various versions of astonishment while they watched me pet this floating fish.

I continued to commune with the air-fish for a while, until the dream sort of ushered me back out of it, and I woke up, still feeling the firm pressure and mass of the fish against my fingers…

And so there you have it: this morning’s edition of “Crystal-Spawned Dreaming.” Maybe some of it means something to you: the Barracuda, a flying/floating fish, a wild creature choosing to relate to a human, the Shattuckite… If so, I hope the message is a helpful one!

More weird dreams to follow as they happen… And I heartily recommend the crystal-under-the-pillow trick to any and all of you! Give it a try and see what dreams may come…

Dreams…and Dreams in Tarot

I’m back in the saddle here after a week away on the opposite coast.  It was a truly great trip, but now that it’s done, I’m returning to our regularly scheduled posting and updating.  A dream I had in the early morning hours today seemed like a great starting point for launching that return…


How do you see them? Are they just bizarre bursts of randomness welling up from out of your subconscious mind while you sleep, no more meaningful than the psychic equivalent of belches? Some people do see them that way.

Me, I take them as messages. Maybe they come from inside our own minds, or maybe they even hail from external sources, but either way, they don’t have their origins in the ego, which makes me see a lot of value in them. In our waking hours, we’re trapped with our egos all the time, and what the ego wants isn’t always lined up well with what we – in a holistic sense – actually need. So, yeah: dreams.

Tarot can speak to our dream-lives. I see The Moon as being the primary indicator of dream-experience, but other cards can point in this direction, too. The High Priestess sits in the gray borderlands between the waking world and the land of dreams, and the watery Suit of Cups holds our dream-stuff, as well (I look especially at the Queen and the Ace here).

Last night, I dreamed that I was walking in some wetlands with someone, and I found an Eagle feather. Only it was big enough that I could have used it to paddle a canoe! Wish I’d seen the Eagle that had dropped it…

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Feather Gardens

I’ll resume bombarding you with all the Astrology and Tarot posts shortly, but here’s a storage and display suggestion for any of you who – like me – collect feathers while you’re out ambling about in the world. I call this innovation a “feather garden.”

It’s not really rocket surgery – you do this:
1) Get yourself a wide-mouthed vase
2) Fill it with something powdery or granular – I use black rice, but you can use sand, dirt, other grains, spices, whatever (I just don’t recommend things like rocks, which could damage the stems of the feathers)
3) Insert your feathers so as to create a cool, plumage-like display
4) Repeat as needed as your feather collection grows…

The Four Elements in Tarot

IMG_4638The more I study both Tarot and Astrology, the more I lean hard on the Four Elements system. I find it to be tremendously helpful in decoding all the messages that come through, and keeping things consistent from reading to reading, and from one discipline to the next.

On the down side, it’s made me more fixated on having card imagery that either openly embraces the same Elemental correspondences I use, or that at least doesn’t contradict them. So, like, I’m now at a point where I feel that a Queen of Cups card, for example, should be overtly Water-heavy in its visuals. Queens are Water, and Cups are Water (as I use the systems, anyway), so if a Queen of Cups card is just a lady on a throne holding a wine goblet, that starts to feel like it’s not Water-y enough for me. I kind of need to see actual Water, and oceanic trappings and such. Similarly, I need to see some Fire in the Wands cards, Air with the Swords, and Earth with the Pentacles/Disks.

Shown here are a few Queen of Cups cards that feel suitably Water-y to me, drawn from the Liber T: Tarot of Stars Eternal deck, the Shadowscapes deck, and the Fey Tarot

Dragon Jasper

IMG_4399Dragon Jasper under the pillow last night.  Scattered sleep.  Fragmented dreams.

Dream #1: I’m outdoors with other people in a green field near a hillside.  It’s a sporting competition.  A guy on my team is up.  He has to throw something toward the hillside for distance.  The “something” turns out to be a clothes dryer (!!!).  As in, a major appliance.  He hefts it over his head, and he throws it with both hands, and it goes sailing 50 or 60 meters like a frisbee.  No one in the dream is especially surprised that a human can lift and throw a clothes dryer, but we’re all impressed with how extra far this guy is able to chuck it.  He’s really good at this.  I joke that I probably couldn’t even match his toss with a baseball.  Ha ha.

I wake up.  There’s an Owl hooting away steadily in a tree right outside the windows here.  It’s loud and rhythmic.  It’s still going on when I drift off again.

Dream #2: I open the front door here…and there’s a large gray Wolf waiting outside for me.  Not threatening or anything – just calmly waiting for me, because we apparently have some kind of business together.  I start to go outside to get down to whatever that business might be….and that’s the dream.

I wake up again.  It’s morning.  The Owl is sleeping somewhere, but I can hear Crows in the vicinity, making a racket.

Tarot card I drew the other day to capture what Dragon Jasper will mean for me: 3 of Nature (= Wands).  “A woman wears a mask which represents a spirit of nature.  Another reality.”  Dragon Jasper.


IMG_4376Last night’s stone-under-pillow was Leopardite (as distinct from Leopardskin Jasper).  There was an animal-dream, alright.

So in the dream, I was standing on a rooftop in the rain with a government agent – like, an X-Files type (which I don’t even watch).  I was helping him try to spot a UFO that was known to be in the area, but which was outfitted with a cloaking device (I just knew all this to be true in the dream).

As we stood vigil, scanning the gloom, a flying black shape caught my attention as it cut its way through the air.  I could tell it was a bird of some sort, but its altitude was such that it was just about even with the edge of the rooftop from my POV, so it was partially obscured from my sight.  Plus, the rain and the gloom.

The bird circled around behind us, and as we turned to get a better look, it finally stopped playing coy, and rose up higher, above the lip of the roof.  As it did, lightning flashed way up behind us in the sky to perfectly illuminate the bird…which was a dark Falcon.  Every feather was clear, every speckle of brown and white color.

“Cool, right?” I asked the gov’t agent.  “*Really* cool!” he agreed, thoughts of the UFO momentarily forgotten.

Also, before I fully awoke, I heard first a loud Mourning Dove cooing away just outside my window, and then two separate flocks of Geese, honking their ways through the sky.

The card I drew for Leopardite: the Ace of the Soul (= Ace of Cups).  It shows a shaman who has sought to bring magic forth into the world…by etching markings into a stone!!!

Leopardskin Jasper/Leopardite

IMG_4368Jasper Journal, cont. So in addition to the new piece of Leopardskin Jasper that I bought recently while housesitting for my sister, I now have three other related pieces handy that I dug up out of storage.

In the photo, the largest stone is the one I just got. The two flanking it are from shops in LA, and were also billed as Leopardskin Jasper (which is apparently also sometimes called Jaguar Stone, which name I like a lot). The piece out in front, the one with the most obvious “spots,” was sold as “Leopardite.” I believe this is one of those situations in the crystals world that, like with Ruby in Fuchsite versus Ruby in Zoisite, lends itself to confusion, conflation, and mislabeling. I’m no authority on these Leopard stones, though, and I don’t have a full-on geological laboratory at my disposal, so won’t presume to tell you what’s what. I just know that the stones I have that were sold to me as Leopardskin Jasper all look and feel of a kind, like they must be related…but the Leopardite stone looks and feels slightly different, like it might be its own thing.

But anyway, I plan to keep sleeping with different pieces of the various Jaspers under my pillow for a while, and reporting the results here, because IG needs to know what’s what with these things! For last night’ experiment, I stuck that longer piece under my pillow, the one that looks sort of like a jawbone. There were no wild animals in my dream, but I was in a house, and just outside the closed back door, which was made mostly of glass, I could see a very large dog that was sort of playing peek-a-boo with me: it would sit there all excited and playful, and when I’d look over, it would bound off out of view…and then as my attention wandered, it would edge back into the frame again. That was about it for this round of Jasper-dreaming, but that does at least qualify as an animal-dream. It was a domesticated animal, yes…but a very large one, if that helps to make this all seem more “shamanic”…?