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Where did the word adventurous come from? I woke up this morning with this thought. It is such an exciting word.  What brought this word into my thoughts? Do I dare to psychoanalyze myself first thing in the morning? Egad! I … Continue reading →

My hand in contrast with …

I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like.

Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that?

Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone.

Only a mythical being has a range greater than man’s. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself? ~  Carl Gustav Jung

As a child

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Dream Symbol

In my case Pilgrim’s Progress consisted in my having to climb down a thousand ladders until I could reach out my hand to the little clod of earth that I am. ~ Carl Jung

This is a painting I find interesting at Masqua’s Art  produced by Antonie H. Los, an artist based in southern Ontario.

The dream symbols are often what is remembered just prior to becoming fully awake and I’ve been fascinated by such things quite a long while. Normally it’s just a scene… confusing and rather imponderable, but I’ve read too much CG Jung to discount these little messages from the unconscious out of hand.

The first is a tree in full leaf, but the view is both above and below ground. Underground, the tree trunk turns into a two-headed snake. Not sure what I’ll be calling the piece, but it does have elements of the caduceus (the symbol for medical practitioners). What it might mean to me, I have no idea, but I felt prompted to paint it anyways.

There are other paintings in this website that appeals to me.  Since I am fairly new in appreciating artwork produced by students, I am still learning how to understand how come I find them it fascinating.

Take a peek at his artwork and see which ones you find appealing.

Related Link: Masqua’s Art

Come and visit me in my dream

Every night, before going to bed, I say a little prayer.  Prayer consist mostly of thanksgiving.  At the end of the prayer, I whisper to God to come and visit me in my dreams.  

I say this because of the history on Joseph and his technicolor dreams.  Being able to dream like Joseph is one of my dreams. 

I love dreaming and I kept a journal of them.  Out of curiosity, I studied with a Jungian therapist to help me interpret some of the dreams.  It was interesting to learn the texture of a dream. 

When talking about dreams, we talked in present tense to bring it to life.  What is the colour, the taste, the smell, the feel and the sound?  We used our five senses. 

These are my dreams for the past two days: 

On Sunday, I have to wake myself up.  I did not like my dream at all.  It feels as if I am dying.  Paralyzed or maybe it was sleep paralysis?  Who knows?  I woke up tired. 

On Monday, I had another dream that I want to stay in it longer.  But Maurice, the cat, woke me up.  I woke up peacefully and I replayed the dream over and over again in my head all day long. 

I am standing on the right side of the door and on the left side is sibling # 6.  We are outside the door looking in.  We are looking at a beautiful room, freshly painted with all shades of colour.

The wall’s background is sky blue.  On top of the blue, the design is hard to describe as if it’s painted by an artist.  There were green, yellow, orange, pink.  These colours are soft and pleasant to look at.  It’s a very peaceful room.

A single bed is on the right side covered with lacy white sheet.  It’s so inviting that I want to go inside the room and lie on the bed.

Mother is resting on the bed.  All I see is her legs from the knee down to her feet. I know it’s her even though I don’t see her face.

Who painted the room?  I asked sibling #6.

Sibling # 2 painted the room.  She responded.

I stood by the door for the longest time admiring the workmanship of sibling #2.  However, she is not in the dream; just me and #6.

 What a heavenly dream.  My mother died in 2000 and to see her is my dream is wonderful. 

“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.”  John 14:2

Silent Retreat – Mandala

What:           Create a Mandala
Where:         Convent of the Cenacle Sisters
When:           May 27, 1995
Who:             Age 19 and over
Why:             Reflect on your Mandala 

Prerequisites: Silent and prayerful heart 

Provided:

•        Guided prayer and meditation
•        Round piece of board
•        Old magazines
•        Scissors
•        Glue

 Procedure:

•        Start with prayer
•        Listen with your heart
•        Use active imagination
•        Quiet your mind for 10 minutes
•        Collect magazines
•        Quietly cut up any pictures from the magazine
•        Glue the pictures on the round piece of board
•        Remain quiet when you are finished
•        End with a prayer

Wheel of Life: Mandala (Man and His Symbols: Carl Jung) 

Wheel of Life

“For an idea to take root,
Turn good intention into purposeful action
Only then will the idea grow and take on a life of its own” 

This is in response to Daily Post: Weekly Writing Challenge: Image vs Text

Being Born – A Gift

I know I am just passing through in this life, a pilgrim.  This is not my home.  I should have not been born as I mentioned in my post My hero.  

A lot of people had a surreal experience.  It just a matter of being aware or in tuned to what is happening in your body and out of your body. 

To cite an example, when I was just a little girl, I was having an afternoon siesta.  It’s a requirement that children must have a good afternoon rest.  My older siblings will ensure that we take a nap. 

As I lay asleep, I was looking down at my body sleeping like a baby and my other self is up on the ceiling attached by a golden thread.  It was scary for a mere child and I said to myself, bring me back to my body, Now!  Whump!  I’m back, opened my eyes, felt a tremendous headache.  That was my first awareness. 

It happens all the time, I just have to keep myself grounded otherwise, I will be floating in air.  People call me crazy, who cares.  It’s a gift.  It’s nothing new.  Look at all those great people such as Carl Jung, William Blake, Gopi Krishna, Padre Pio, Dag Hammarskjold, etc. who have such gift. 

Let me share with you what Dag wrote titled Markings: 

I don’t know who or what put the question
I don’t know when it was put
I don’t even remember answering
But at that moment
I did answer Yes
To Someone or something
And from that hour
I was certain
That existence is meaningful
And that, therefore my life,
Is self-surrender
Had a goal. 

Think about this. 

This is in response to Daily Prompt: Surreal.  Come and join us, you’ll discover who you are.