Re: Shadow Dancer In Memorium

[Guest guest]

Hi Frances,

Thanks for reminding us of this event, as I was thinking about him today, but

didn't realize today was the day of his passing!

Dail

[Guest guest]

Dear Frances,

Lots of dancing love to you...

Artemis

[Guest guest]

Thank you for this, Frances. He was my Mordechai and I was his " little

Esther " . I too miss him.

fa

[Guest guest]

He died on Jung's birthday. Phase change. " How could I forget you? "

R+C.

http://www.jungcircle.com/newhall.html

Had a dream about him sometime back. I'd written anand:

I look back on the dreams I've had and see it's been a series. 1)The

hand from the clouds was classic initiation (trickster included),

followed closely by 2) snakes coming up from underneath me in bed. 3)

The famous Dr. Jesus / Sacred Marriage dream. 4)The trek along a

river, carrying a bundle of supplies on my head: I'm in a long train

of people. I stop and let them go on without me. As I sit down,

something stings me. Like the hand from the cloud in the first

dream, I FELT this when I awoke. (The hand I felt all day.) *5)The

dream of working my way across a bridge full of rushing water...

riding on the back of some great creature, mike and shadowcatcher

and someone else on foot beside me. I climb down from the creature

and get into the water -- strong current! -- with them. They're

frightened for me -- but I go on ahead just fine through all that

fast rushing water -- and as the bridge turns down at its end, I see

a city there...* 6)Then--snake in the doorway (always doorways!),

yellow or green -- I lean down to greet it eye to eye, afraid

(again, others around me afraid for me), but it doesn't bite me; it

changes color (yellow to green or other way around), and I wrap it

in my shirt and carry it off with me. Cahoots! 7)The Apollo with the

wound on his leg dream: this is the mark of Dionysos' birth. He's

come to make love with me, a ritual--all very serious work, you see.

8) The dream of walking -- so many dreams in the full moon, like the

ones I've always had -- a temple, flying on a book, a crone to teach

me -- as a child. My whole life. But I'm walking in the neighborhood

at night as I often did in my 5 years the Midwest, and where a great

tall clump of ornamental wheat grass was, there was also an old red

neck man harping on some lady, his wife. I lie down by the wheat and

he comes over and tries to reach up my skirt. I see that he is the

Christian fundamentalist Yahweh, and that he is just an old man. 9)

Yahweh younger, crying at my door. (This one I can make peace with.)

(as the bridge turns down at its end, I see a city there... Guess

Shadow got there before us. Yep

I gave Elliott my reoccurring childhood dream from when I was 4-5,

splitting off from the unconscious:

Dreaming restlessly, he was in a bleak swamp, in a rudderless boat

on the current of a dark river. The boat's hull was transparent, and

he saw he was floating above submerged bodies that were carried

along with him. Under him. They looked at him with gray, stillborn

eyes, and he could hear the low murmur of their dream.

When I saw LOTR, the Towers, it quite freaked me out. Been there,

Frodo.

What will the next dream be? Now I'm much more taken with day and

awake, with the sun and Dionysos there sublimed into this place of

ivy. We wait. We hold on.

Keep the faith... and let the dreams steep... it's been years for me

to begin to see a pattern and I am / was not perched on the

precipice as you were, releasing a great great energy as you

transform.

x's