Flying Dreams

As a child, I would often have dreams of flying. I remember feeling scared of falling, but by the time I was in high school I was able to figure out that I was going to be okay and just go with it. I remember this moment particularly as I was flying over a field by the high school and felt myself falling and seeing the sidewalk below.  I told myself I am okay and began to fly back up. From there I felt more in control.

As an adult, I now welcome these dreams. One of my clients, a Native American who has the gift of 'seeing', told me in her tradition these are out of body experiences. She told me she often flew to visit her mentor in Canada. She also told me that when they would meet in the flesh, they would discuss there o.b.e. visits.

For myself, these are wonderful dreams...once I figure out I am dreaming and flying.  Last evening was a bit weird though. I was flying over treelines and was lifting up and rolling backwards...this gives me a vertigo type of feeling that I don't necessarily care for. (I was in a car accident 8 years ago and my car hit black ice...I spun, hit the ditch and went flying backwards...ended upside down, but okay...ever since this motion doesn't settle with me) While this began to happen I told myself, "I am control" and rolled with the flight despite feeling some vertigo.

I awoke and was lying in bed staring at a white ceiling with sprayed texturing of 'popcorn'...the funny thing this was not my bedroom....nor my bed! Cassie, one of our cats who passed away about seven years ago, was there in bed with me. On the wall I could see a bird house with robins in it. One of the robins came to visit...and then I awoke from this dream to find myself in this form in this life.

Just a fun strange dream.  Flying...awaking from that dream into another dream...perhaps now this is another dream...who knows.  Love flying dreams.

To have a flying dream all I do is ask...and I usually will have one. Try it until it happens. The more you have the more you will begin to question consensus reality and its substance, especially the sense of self or ego...plus it is just plain fun.

That's all for now...
In Gassho,
Shinzen

Blind Seer

I wasn't sure if I was going to post this one...not sure of it authenticity, but then I remember telling my clients that when your conscious mind starts questioning the regression, you're on the right track.

In my regression I was a Lakotah medicine man in the early 1800's.  I was sitting crosslegged by a roaring fire with dancers around me. My eyes were covered with mud wrapped in a band or bandana. I recieved the impression that I was a 'blind seer', whatever that means. It has many connotations for me. Not sure if I was blind or could only 'see' and have visions when blinded with mud.

During this ceremony I was laid on my back....and then I drifted away from the regression.

I think I am going to use more of  a self-guided script with my digital voice recorder. It helps me stay with the regression up through the death scene. I have been finding myself drifting away too easily to remember 'me'.

Hands palm to palm,
Shinzen

I'm a Squirrel

A lucid dream I had a few months ago: I was running through a field towards a bank overlooking a lake. As I looked down I could see my legs as a man.

I then lifted and began flying...I then shape-shifted into a squirrel soaring through the air...dipping into the lake and just having fun. I remember seeing the lake glistening in the sun. The blue sky watching over me.

It felt carefree, joyous and yes, a tad bit squirrely!

Hands palm to palm,

Shinzen

Too Weird

Last evening I had a bit of insomnia so I decided to use the time for a regression. My quest was to find the life where my 'worry-wart' self began. Most of this life I face anxiety and a stream of worry...thus my Dharma name of Shinzen, Trust Zen. Nonin knew me very well.

Well, as I took my time machine into the past I found myself in ancient Egypt. I was a scribe/accountant type. I could see Pyramids and I was living in a village at its base. To my surprise, it was very colorful and tropical...not so much like a desert. My job was to manage the money for the laborers' tombs. The age of Ptolemy went through my brain...and my conscious mind began to struggle with it a bit. No death scene that I can remember...but there was brutality if you screwed up the money! I was beaten a lot.

Well, when I got to work this morning and went to my Yahoo home page, headline news...'Archaeologists find in Egypt tomb of Ptolemaic King'.  I was blown away. So I had to research Ptolemy...he was a Greek guy who presided over Egypt. The year was around 332 B.C. 

I will meditate upon this life a bit more and see what pops up.  There is more though...after this I went into a dream state and had a very lucid dream I will share in another post...different time and culture.

Gotta get to work...Hands palm to palm,
Shinzen