Savi
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Artist meets Survivalist
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Post by Savi on Jan 5, 2010 20:12:40 GMT 2
OK check this out... I had a dream a few nights ago that there's a talking chimpanzee, and it has Tourette syndrome and keeps yelling "Marshmallows! Marshmallows!" 0_0 That´ll remind you of your dream it´s not the best chimpanzee and you can´t see his Tourette
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Volk
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One more beer and heavy metal, and I'm just fine!
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Post by Volk on Jan 6, 2010 21:45:52 GMT 2
HAHAHA! Nice!!
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Savi
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Artist meets Survivalist
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Post by Savi on Jan 13, 2010 18:36:18 GMT 2
I dreamt that I met the guys at the beach. I don´t know where we were but they had a great white cabana and I just had my camera. Hittavainen fell asleep with alcohol in his hand and Jarkko did some tumbles on the sand. Looks pretty funny. Well Juho sang “ What shall we do with a drunken sailor” while watching Jarkko and Cane and Matson started a race ( try to get into the sea as fast as you can ). Jonne ate. I don´t know what. I didn´t see it. I was just standing there with my camera taking pictures and watching Strange.
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Post by bielasova on Jan 22, 2010 15:37:10 GMT 2
I do quite a bit of traveling and vision work during the dream time/space. I've recently had a vision that has been a nightly occurrence for awhile. Its a bit lengthy, but this was one that I HAD to write down.
You just KNOW when its something different, and not just a "dream".....
Although she knew she was being followed through the woods, she waited at the edge of the wood until dusk. As the sky danced and turned from blues to oranges, and filled with ruddy hues, she gingerly stepped out from amongst the trees that had been her guardians for so long that day.
Her flesh sang as she felt the cool grass wedge each perfectly crafted blade between her toes. Up rose the energy from the earth and danced along the lines of her body from tip to tale.
Slowly she walked through the middle of the open field, all the while her eyes to the Northwest where the mountains lie.
Still, in the back of her mind, she knows she is being watched. That the hunter is now sitting in the spot she spent her day. Observing her every move.
The sky grows black now, dotted here and there with the emerging star. The night is warm, and just-so.
She kneels down to touch the earth with her hands. Gently she lifts the dirt and inhales. Smelling the scents of those who came before. Taking in their knowledge and gifts. Knowing that at last she has come home.
She stands, and walks to the far side of the field. There is a pond there, with a dock jutting out towards the center.
With the casual ease, as if she had done so a thousand times before, she walks to the end and lowers herself to the edge. Legs and feet dangling over so that the toes may enter the water. They leave little ripples and waves in the pond as she swirls them around.
She knows that her watcher has left the wood and is now in the middle of the field.Crouched low to the earth. Still watching her.
She pulls a wooden flute from her sleeve and begins to float a melody both haunting and enchanting. One that calls to the soul, and sings of being in the right spot at the right moment.
She now hears him walking in the grass. Ever so gently that the grass seems to only bend below his steps, and not break. He stops with trepidation just one step away from the wooden dock.
She keeps on playing as though he is not there. As if she hadn't realized that he was there. After all, who is she to take away that moment from the hunter? To steal the emotion from him that he was longing to feel, to know that he had at last grasped that which he had been hunting.
Finally he steps onto the dock. She can feel the vibration of his footsteps.
Still she plays.
Closer.
Closer.
And the music does not stop.
He is finally at her side.
Still she does not stop playing. All he can do, is lower himself and sit beside her.
And though, she wants to turn to look at him, she does not. Instead she closes her eyes, and feels his energy and vibration. In turn he does the same. A greeting without words, touch, or sight. To know.
The moon is nigh full, and calling to them both. Children of the earth both.
The hunter reaches around his shoulder and pulls forward a lyre and begins to strum along to her tune.
Only then does she stop. Eyes still closed and listens.
Gentle, yet swift does she rise, and run down the dock to the grass. Her white linen chemise like a mist around her form in the moonlight. Lace at the wrists, a satin ribbon at the neck the only embellishments.
She sways with the tune he is now playing. Arms outstretched, open to the earth, the sky the moon. Her hair spills around her as she spins and dances in the moonlight.
She finally opens her eyes to take in that around her. The trees that sheltered her, the mountains to the northwest, the moon. Her gaze walks along the same path that is now illuminated as though it glows from under the earth.
Down the bended grass, to the edge of the dock.
Down the wooden dock. To the end where her hunter is sitting and playing.
She takes him in, and knows that although he is sitting he is tall. Broad shoulders speak of hard work, and skilled arms. Worn linen shirt of an honest man. Long flaxen hair flows in soft waves over his shoulders. Some fall behind him, and some forward.
Yet she does not need to see his face. She knows him, and he her, though this be their first encounter.
She stops dancing, and he stops playing.
Both Children of the Earth, look to the moon and know.
Sorry for that being so long, but its been haunting me so to speak... had to get it out there!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2010 19:15:25 GMT 2
Whatever it was, I like the description. Full of meanings. Superb.....
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Post by bielasova on Jan 23, 2010 0:07:27 GMT 2
thanks! Its the vivid ones like that, that get Me. And the hardest part is waiting for all the meanings to unfold.
The hunter is haunting me in a way. I know him in the dream space, but not the waking space.
Not sure why I am not ready to see his face yet.
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Post by wolferin on Jan 23, 2010 2:13:45 GMT 2
bielasovaYour story seems to me like a past life you lived before, like a previous reincarnation.
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Post by bielasova on Jan 23, 2010 16:12:27 GMT 2
it very well may be, or parts of it. Something about it though, told me that it is part of THIS life. Ive done past life regressions/work before and this was different.
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Post by wolferin on Jan 23, 2010 22:35:24 GMT 2
Of course, it can be part of this life, but during regressions it is not always sure, you'd seen all past lives.
If you don't mind, write please more about this past lives regression experience - did you do it alone, with someone's help, with a guide (guru) or other way, what did you feel, etc.?
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Post by bielasova on Jan 24, 2010 1:40:45 GMT 2
sure thing! Im happy to share
I have had both professional (guru) guided regressions, and eventually learned to travel back on my own. At first, I needed the guidance in order to clear my head, and be able to let go of the awake self, and be able to shift planes. Through some years of work with a couple of different elders, I have learned to be able to slip into dream space and travel with out having to take too long.
For me, some of the "older" lives were not as vivid as the more recent ones. I have not yet come to lives that were any more recent than early to mid 1800's.
For the most part, I did have sense of touch, taste, smell. And more prominently, there was the feeling of emotion, and colors. At first, the emotions were overwhelming, but as I visited each stage of life, it got easier.
The themes at hand of each for me seem to be very similar, in that it shows me walking the path of the elders/mystics/etc.(which has recently come up strongly for me in some readings Ive had done).
Sometimes there are other people, and sometimes not. I have been fortunate enough to find one person in THIS lifetime, who I shared a past one with. Although, we are friends in this lifetime, and not who we were for each other in the past one.
Each time there were new things that I saw and learned. And even though I am able to regress now on my own, there are times when I think deeper work is needed and I ask for help of a guru.
have you done this before?
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Post by wolferin on Jan 24, 2010 16:14:17 GMT 2
Yes, I've done it, but alone and with a friend. I didn't go very "deep", it's better keep some limit if you're alone, without guru. Everything looked like watched from aside. There were pictures, all in color, emotions, light senses of touch and pain, my friend said, she had sense of smell, but I didn't. There were fragments from different lives in different times, not chronologically, but it was clear for what the pictures are.
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Post by bielasova on Jan 24, 2010 23:19:32 GMT 2
that's interesting that you were watching it from the side. In all of mine, I was part of it...almost as if it was happening all over again.
I think its neat how different and similar the experiences are!
Have you done any other astral traveling before?
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Post by wolferin on Jan 25, 2010 1:39:51 GMT 2
In all of mine, I was part of it...almost as if it was happening all over again. This is the other way, besides watching from aside. You are like "thrown back" in the events, but without guru, on yourself, I find it dangerous. What will happen if you can't find the way back? All that matter is very interesting, may be one day it will gain good scientific explanation, but the moment has not come yet. Have you done any other astral traveling before? Yes, but I was not very pleased, somehow find them meaningless just for fun. May be I'm not prepared or I lack enough motivation.
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Post by bielasova on Jan 26, 2010 0:38:50 GMT 2
I guess I never went so deep as to worry about that. I always trusted in my awakening self to keep a hand on that and bring me back
Wow, I always enjoyed the travel. Sometimes it was for fun, and sometimes else. Interesting. Were you really disappointed with the experiences?
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Post by wolferin on Jan 26, 2010 1:19:43 GMT 2
Not exactly disappointed, because I actually didn't expect anything. But there are some interesting things, after all.
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