Your creative energy leaving its mark in the world – it is sexual in the sense the snake is sexual; how you have shaped your basic nature through personal effort. See: reptiles lizards and snakes.

 Although they do not often appear in dreams in the Egyptian style, the often appear in dreams as a great column of rock, often carved at the top, both by nature and by humans. Sometimes know as Menhirs. In dreams they represent something natural, ancient and timeless that has emerged into our human lives, and at it top records our human efforts and art. Our consciousness has been whittled out of the rock of possibilities by the love, the struggle and pain, the endeavour and wit of our lives. Particularly our psyche has been shaped by or modelled on our parents and the traces in their life, unknown though they may be, of their parents, backwards for many generations.

And from the stuff of mind, I create a rock In the midst of a shoreless sea. In an ocean of change and uncertainty I form an island of charm. Because I believe.

 Example: In my dream we turned left off the road. I stood on a small rise looking down into a large hollow between hills. In front of me was a colossal stone column of a design I had never before seen. It was the height of Nelson’s column in Trafalgar Square, but very much wider. On top it had a design that was so subtle and unique I cannot even recall it. This design had been carved into the solid rock. This suggests, I suppose, that this uniqueness has not been brought through to consciousness. The column seems to be of solid rock, neither natural nor man-made, but formed by some inconceivable mystery. The design at the top was alien, not in the sense of being a threat, but with a sense of otherness. The form was not natural, yet at the same time it was not man-made. Perhaps it would describe it by saying it seemed as if nature and human intelligence had somehow blended to form it. For they had the naturalness of form that an anthill or honeycomb has, where “nature” expresses herself through her insect bodies. This was in a class with these works of nature, yet more complex, showing She had used a higher order of intelligence.

Example: As I looked at these massive formations I understood that they had been carved or created through events in the passage of time. Each mosaic, each part of the overall mosaic, had been formed by enormous creative acts, or by long-standing actions. So these latter were like ideograms or archetypes. So, for instance, mother creatures have cared for, fought for, died for their young. This pattern of behaviour has been so enormously potent and perhaps we can use the word successful, that it has created, shaped aspects of eternity. It has left its pattern, its artwork, on time itself. Thus eternity honours that pattern by giving it a place in the very structure of itself. No one being created such a mosaic in the formations. Such a mosaic was large and had in it the essence of all the lives that formed it.


Useful Questions and Hints:

Have I ever been aware of the timeless in my human life?

Did the theme of the dream have any links with history or the past?

Had the stone been worked on in any way, and if so what did I feel about it?

See Jesse Watkins EnlightenmentEdgar CayceIncubating DreamsTechniques for Exploring your Dreams


-Irving 2017-01-01 23:02:03

Hello, my name is Irving and I want to share a short dream I had about 1 week ago.

I was standing in front of what seemed to be the Washington Monument Obelisk in DC. While admiring its magnificence and height, all of a sudden it kind of broke i half and the upper needle like half of the monument came down precipitating towards me and was going to hit against my chest. In fear of this strong hit and possibility of death I forced myself to open my eyes and wake up from the dream. Not much detail on the dream but a strong emotion and need yo wake up before the upper half of the Obelisk went through my chest.

Can someone offer some light onto the possible meanings of this dream please. Thanks for your feedback in advance…. Irving

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