I mentioned in my twitter feed yesterday that I am having a Saturn transit to natal Neptune. My astral subconscious higher self is doing Dream Work in spades.
Two days ago I dreamt I found my (lost) white cat in my basement covered in swamp muck. I was happy to see him, cleaned him right up and we were both happily spiffy and reunited. Note that a Saturn transit to my natal Neptune also delivers Saturn squares to natal Leo Venus/Jupiter in my 8th – hence, basement, cats, healing.
I have written about dreams in depth here before – symptom of giant Neptuner – you can find them here.
This morning’s dream ok WOW. It was fan- freakin’- tastic !
It was very structural in nature – lots of squares and foundations.
Fog clears and I see light snowfall on the ground, 1 woman and 2 guys going canoeing. The girl is not appropriately dressed for the weather or the task: shorts and heeled sandals. They take off and I follow with my friends. At this point my dream premonition takes a turn and the 5′ x 5′ square of cut grass/ground I previously ‘saw’ them floating on (while also in the canoe) instead passes them, rushing downstream.
At this point, the guys disappear and I am focusing on the woman who has now toppled off the canoe far downstream, is sinking under the crystal clear water, drowning. Just as I reach her, the last bit of air escapes from her lungs in one large bubble. Lifting her up, I do the Heimlich and she spews a stream of vomit, then at last, gasps for air.
She, is obviously, me. The former drunken Venus/Jupes square Neptune me.
Mischief Managed. I saved her ass from drowning. Credit also goes to a lovely Capricorn who showed up twice to lend me a hand. We have whammy composite culminations. With his help, I got sober (again).
Eight months dry as a bone.
I was also very sick for many years (not from drinking) and it took me quite some time and a lot of hard work to improve my health in every area: physical, mental, emotional and spiritual. This dream points directly to that very difficult time.
This is where I leave that girl behind, and my dream path (predictably) goes up by several octaves. . .
I discover we are on a river path to a salt crystal cave, which is partially built, in addition to being naturally formed. I examine the massive stones as I climb downstream into the sunlit cave – they have been masoned to perfectly fit one another, despite their odd shapes. Several small groups of people are gathered around, I gravitate to a calm side pool on the first plateau, lit from a carved window on our right.
There is quiet conversation, explorations into the caverns, into the water, people are friendly and chill. This is a place of healing. I still… take a deep breath and begin to relax. Looking to my right, I find several loose piles of salt crystals scattered – they are everywhere in this cave. I am curious, pick some up and pile them into my hand.
Within seconds, to my amazement, a small evergreen begins to grow from these crystal shards. A man next to me (a father watching his boy play in the water) points to his tree sitting behind him. I smile, and place mine on a rocky outcrop next to his, noting the small red berries. After seeing one more small evergreen grow, I then pick up a slightly different cube shaped crystal formation.
The cubic crystal is soft and pliable, though it retains its essential quadratic shape. I slowly begin to mould it, work it until the crystal separates into thin sheets like a deck of cards or the pages of a small book. When I turn them over in my hands I see they are holographic, revealing countless delicate layers of finely crafted, exquisitely detailed images.
I am drawn to one image. As I focus, I am seeing into a portal which reveals vast knowledge borne in a singular holographic image – a world, indeed – a multiverse unfolds before my inner eye from one small sheet of crystal. Images fast frame at light speed in my mind delivering vast volumes of understanding in nanoseconds. With the intake of a breath, I blink, bringing the onrush to an idle.
The card waits for me, knowing.
Very slowly, I fan all the crystal cards held in my palms, realizing I have hundreds…each holding untold treasures of innumerable, unknown worlds. It is staggering, humbling yet vastly comforting. I lift my eyes to find the father silently watching me. We meet eyes, nod solemnly. We understand the gift consequentially carries great responsibility. Silently, I gather them and reverently tuck them away in a safe, sacred space before venturing deeper into the cave…