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… the full moon jumped over the sun …

I was not on any drugs, when I had a most peculiar lucid dream last night. I woke up suddenly at some point and took time to memorize the sequence of the events.

I recall the full moon (which must have included earth) moving slowly from the left towards the sun. Wow, I thought, they’ve never been that close. Then the moon jumped over the sun, and they stayed two finger’s width apart. Next there was a shift and below they doubled up … another moon and sun, a foursome, and again, two finger’s width apart, forming a square shape.

Then my sight got diverted by falling stars coming in a rush towards me, or, I thought, the earth falling away from the stars. The hypnotic, ecstatic sensation, like driving a car at night with a snow storm in the headlights whirling towards me, shook me fully awake.

Given that our world’s mythologies around moon, sun and stars are innumerable, I won’t start to attempt any interpretation of my lucid dream, but, more likely, let it rest.

Though some random thoughts came to mind … Feminine principle, passive energy, intuition, dreams, unconscious; imagination and magic are often assigned to the moon, whereas the sun is represented as the masculine principle, active energy, reason and objectivity … the see all and know all eye of god.

Then there is the sheer multiplicity of stars.

Unlike a personal dream, this felt more like a shift in the collective psyche … a wind of change.

A by-thought … with earth’s diminishing resources; there is now a race for the plunder of minerals from the moon and other planets.

And of course, there is the nursery rhyme fun …

Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed,
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon. 

Time ago I wrote a short fable about the sun and the moon …   https://courseofmirrors.com/2018/10/02/the-mysterious-object-a-fable/

Now I wonder if my readers have weird dreams these days …

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… outer and inner horizons …

Atlantic coast, Morocco

Whatever dream is dreaming through me brings stimulation, challenge, insight, learning, or, during dark times, unlearning. The latter, with its accompanying disillusionment, has tested me for a while now. I’m not alone. The whole planet seems to be going through a dark moon phase.

I like to think beyond every effort, every hill and every sea are new horizons, outer or inner, where adventure beckons, treasures might be found.

But I tend to forget that the most relevant information is gifted by the body, and the planet. It is unsettling to accept the physical signs and their metaphors, because nature’s truth is scary. It holds a mirror of knowledge surrendered over time, with glimmers that engaged the human imagination and has given us the tools of science. As living organism and self-correcting system, nature deserves deep gratitude and respect.

The mind (psyche,) a finer and faster kind of matter, with the ability to emulate nature, plants and re-plant itself in any field of interest … outraces wisdom, seeks drama, familiar patterns, fertilises, grows, invents, designs, builds ideal dwellings, ideal systems, ideal worlds … be they citadels of power suppressing the underdog, utopias of love and liberty, or creative realms, where artists embrace and make the ordinary luminous and sacred. The mind loves myth-making, explores symbols, plays with forms and random connections, re-interprets reality and generate new meaning.

Continuously rejuvenated, mind pursues all imaginable universes across time, seeking eternity, since, even if unawares, it envisions the wholeness of its original home, where it will never be lost, but forever be enfolded by unlimited potential.

Yet when it comes to the daily business on this planet, the mind fares best when listening to the body, the living matter, the feminine principle (irrespective of gender,) and appreciates its cosmic interconnections, since all secrets arise from nature’s dark chambers. A severance from these intricate physical and mythical roots of our being can result in a devastating sense of futility, where the question, ‘What’s the point?’ brings up no action worth considering, no ideal worth following. Somber and futile looms a future that wants to fix waves into particles.

The thought brought on a Haiku last week …

 

if I were this calm

river without internal

discord – I would miss

how the waves urge particles

in random beauty

While unsettling at times, I must attend and listen to my body – learn and unlearn, flow with change, light and darkness, of dust, the chorus of wind and birds.

 

From an exhibition in Amsterdam, Dec 2014

And, hopefully, I’ll catch ever now and then a spark of Duende,’  the poetic escape. Goethe called it the spirit of the earth – a mysterious force that everyone feels and no philosophy has explained.

Follow the ‘Duende’ link above for Lorca’s talk.

Below, a related post from 2017 – Both links open new pages without losing the page of this post.

… letting go of letting go …

 

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