“I am going to tell story with great meaning. I am going to make you cry, then make you laugh.” ~ me to myself after dreaming strange things.
I keep hearing “Turn Pain into Champagne.” Heard it a while back over a period of a few days. And then there was this dream this morning. In the dream there was an alligator. It was in the house and fierce. It was to be respected as I lead it down the stairs to the basement. There was a small boy on the stairs, but he is in no danger. I leaned up on the work table to see a light bulb on. I was looking for a switch but no switch there. As I did this, out of respect for the power of this large creature I lifted my feet from the ground to protect myself. Seeing no switch I placed my feet on the ground. I knew me and the alligator needed to get out of the house. I looked for exit ideas. The best way out was not thru the house, but directly out the backdoor in to the yard. The Alligator was now my companion as we headed out with no fear together.
When I awoke I couldn’t help but feel it was a significant. Somehow all sorts of important things were being revealed. One important message was about emotions. It is clear that they are now my friends. They never have been before. But now having been through the gauntlet of deeply feeling sorrow the death of my husband I am burnished and changed forever into a deeply feeling person. I feel directed to own this realization about myself and use this powerful knowledge some how. The boy is an older friend of mine. He is there with powerful me and the alligator. He is near, but not active. And I feel I am being told I have ability to live in two worlds like Mr. Gator. I feel I am at the creative hub. Strength and very strong senses are now at my command, but I must be respectful. I am charged to begin turning pain into champagne once again!
In my past I have created things (comedy, painting, writing) from a hungry place so I could feel & get worthy. Creation to fill emptiness, though still good stuff, is weighted down and stained. It is like taking a breath that is less than full with lungs filled from years of tobacco smoke. What would it be like to create from a different place – a clearer space -a place that was not so stained? It is an addiction, a thing to fill an emptiness, to get love, to feel OK. What would it feel like to create from a pure place of being.
I want to create from a space of already knowing I am loved, already knowing I am worthy, already knowing I am whole. I wonder what those creations will look like? I wonder if they will be different and I wonder what that would feel like doing so? I wonder if the screen of broken-ness was removed from my imagination would there be more clarity, more joy, more flow?
“Very closely allied to the intuition is the faculty of imagination. This does not mean mere fancies, which we dismiss without further consideration, but our power of forming mental images upon which we dwell. These, as I have said in the earlier part of this book, form a nucleus which, on its own plane, calls into action the universal Law of Attraction, thus giving rise to the principle of Growth. The relation of the intuition to the imagination is that the intuition grasps an idea from the Great Universal Mind, in which all things subsist as potentials, and presents it to the imagination in its essence rather than in a definite form, and then our image-building faculty gives it a clear and definite form which it presents before the mental vision, and which we then vivify by letting our thought dwell upon it, thus infusing our own personality into it, and so providing that personal element through which the specific action of the universal law relatively to the particular individual always takes place.” ~ Thomas Troward