The Theme of Snow

I am back. Many things have been happening. Mostly the mundane taking over. That is a good thing as at this time I need to be more grounded and there are many new things I am learning on this spiritual journey.



I have been dreaming but my sleep has been a bit strange. I seem to need less and less sleep. Also I am gravitating back to vegetarianism. I started to eat fish simply because my doctor thought it was in my best interest for my seizures. He was wrong. I prefer not to eat meat. Again, changes are occurring all around. Not just me but many. I am sure most of the readers reading this can nod in affirmation that times are a changing.



I have also noticed an increase in "activity" in my room again. For those who have no idea what I am talking it is my "otherworldly" room. This room seems to generate very strong and good vibrations. The pets love it. My guests when they visit love it and also there is a tendency to hear strange music and sense the presence of non-human entities. My mother and I have both felt this spirit/energy. Dreaming in this room is awesome. Very vivid. Anyway, last night I went to bed at my typical 12:12. I fall asleep in the living room only to awake at 12:12 and I settle down into the guest room. My husband snores horribly and it is impossible to sleep in the same room so that is why I go to this room. I keep the door closed and it was not more then a minute after tucking myself in when I felt the familiar movement of the covers being rustled. I turned the light on to make sure it wasn't one of my cats that had sneaked in. It wasn't. I told the ghost/spirit that I needed some sleep and to calm down.



I woke up around 2:30 with a sharp pin prick feeling in the center of my chest. I took off my nightgown to see if I had been bitten by a spider. It was a stinging feeling like I had been stung or given a shot. It was slightly red but most likely from me rubbing it. I calmed down and went lack to sleep. Upon rising there was no sign of any marks or redness. It was very unusual.



Okay, as far as the snow dreams, two nights in a row I have had the theme of snow in my dreams. Blocked emotions or releasing of blocked emotions? Read on.



Dream# 1: Ploughing Through The Abyss(This dream took place on Feb. 27th)


I am at a ski resort and there is a cliff nearby. In the middle of the abyss is a strange tall island in the middle rising up like a bizarre beacon. There were a few people trying to reach this beacon but every time they try to get to this beacon they are stopped by a fierce blizzard that rises up and pushes them back to land at the edge of the cliff. I want to get to that place. I start to leap and soon as I do,the blizzard rises up and tries to pull me down into the abyss like an avalanche. I see others struggling also. I use all my force and plow through the strange snow storm and reach the beacon/landing. A few people fall from the beacon into the abyss. A few are hanging precariously at the edge. I look back and see the resort and I see a hidden bridge that the others I realize do not see. I can go back and forth now with no problem. End of dream .



Interpretation: Dreams during the wintertime have always been powerful dreams for me. More forceful whether it be positive or negative. This was a positive message. I showed motivation, fortitude and bravery. I am drawing or moving towards/inward to deeper parts of myself. I want to do this and I am willing to give 100% to get to my destination.



The abyss could be fears of the unknown. I made the leap without a second thought. I am looking forward to a fresh start in my next adventure. I feel that I have a few more unresolved issues though which will appear in the next dream of which I had last night.



Dream #2: The Snow God (Feb. 28th)


I am at my childhood home of which I was first introduced to Christianity at around the age of four.



It is snowing outside. There is little visibility. I am a small child and I am looking for my mother. She does not want me to come into the house and makes me stay out in the storm. I try to find shelter as the snow storms gets stronger and the winds blows the snow higher and higher around me. I hear a sound that is like thunder. A booming sound. The ground shakes and a large ice covered arm appears out if the sky and tries to grab me. I run but the drifts pull me down. I feel that I am going to be punished no matter what I do and I cower waiting to be punished by my mothers God. The hand scoops at the snow and misses. It does not miss a second time and scoops me up and places me where there is no more storms. I am still scared. End of dream.



Interpretation: I understand this one very well. This goes back to my childhood which was not the nicest of childhood's. I really did have to stay outside for hours so as not to bother mother when she was having one of her rages. I his a lot from others when I was a child. Those whom I were to trust were never there for me.



As I wrote at the beginning of this dream I recall being taught the rules and regulations of Christianity. I disliked it from the beginning. IT scared me. A lot. I disliked going to Sunday School and felt out of place. There was so much judgement, anger and pain associated with this God/Jesus stuff. The stories of revenge, murder and God watching over with dark eyes at everything we mere mortals did was enough to frighten anyone. Well not everyone just a very sensitive four year old who already could see and know things she should not be knowing.



I truly was forced into fearing God. I knew this was wrong. Saturday and Sunday nights I would gave horrible dreams about God coming down and punishing just for even questioning this religious stuff. I even had a habit of coming down with the flu every Christmas if I had to speak a part in the Christmas pageant.



i followed or was forced to follow the religion of my mothers choice on and off until my teens. At one time we were attending church everyday. Especially during revivals. Revivals for me were exhausting. Physically and spiritually exhausting. I felt so much pain and fear pouring from the followers of this vengeful judgemental but mind you loving God. I became very depressed and at one point suicidal. At one point I totally rebelled. I had enough. At the age of 14 my mother was cheating on my dad and still thumping the Bible at me. I knew for some time that this was not my personal way to go. I needed something else and this was no longer cutting it for me. It was all wrong for me. Now at this point I must stress if there are any Christians reading this blog, please do not take offense. I think all religions have wonderful lessons but the hating judgemental stuff does not bode well with me and so I choose to learn the Christ's lessons in a different but much more loving and tolerant way.



My main point is that I need to let go those last visages of what God is or isn't. How do we release such deep subconscious fears? My children have been given a choice. My son attends Church on occasion but my daughter is leaning towards Paganism and studying the ways of Wicca. Both are fine with me. That is their choice. It is sad to say but I confess I am more at ease with my daughters choice. Therein lies the proof that I have to let go of my fears and prejudices of my childhood.



I must make note that the hand really was not out to hurt me but to reach out in love to place me where I was meant to be. Only upon meditation did I realize this. The message was I am loved and only fear separates us from the truth.





~Blessings