i dreamed my hand

i'm puzzled by a recent odd dream .

i looked at the palm of my right hand and freaked . the lines had changed . all had become vertical . then i looked at my left palm and felt relieved - because it seemed quite normal . the end .

ever since i had a reading at age 19 from a friend's mother , i've kept up an interest in observing my palm lines - and they do change through time . one year i had some loud and severe lines appear on that rise of the thumb muscle , and these eventually went away . i came to think of the event as the coming and going of a nervous condition . as to that one reading , she noted the black spot in the middle of my right palm and thought it portended a great difficulty ahead . maybe it did , i don't know . i suppose i've had some sort of great difficulty about something or another that i may have mostly forgotten about by now . one funny reality about that black spot is that my recently father revealed to me that he has one also . i just nodded an um-huh . mine came from a pencil stab in 7th grade . the Black Spot was also the pirate death-to-thee sign in the book Treasure Island . um-huh .

now , what's to make of that little dream though ? i think it will be one of those that i remember for a long time . it had a high-powered quality to it .

 

yes , i've read some - and the only story that has stayed with me was about the shaman flying as and with some crows and of how they see themselves as silver rather than black .

i do have experiences with an occasional crow or raven who speaks as a man ... not at all in English , rather just with vowels and consonants . i make some meaning of it , not alot , as i'm content with a something wonderous of Existence and Mind .

 

thanks , tho i don't think i'd want to practice lucid dreaming when
i just as well be practicing the piano .

hmm ... another hands of destiny thing .

what's your understanding of shaman ? i never tried much
to form a self-opinion . one time , tho , i met a young man
who after just a couple minutes asked me to make him a shaman drum .
i say no , and i think hey kid ifn you want to be a shaman
go! get your own hands bloody with a fresh-killed beast and
such things as would also relate to a tree's life . but really ,
that'd just make you an ordinary drum-maker .

 

Hi Tikoo

Have been reading this thread with interest. So if you do not mind would like to toss in a few thoughts. I loved your dream so lets start there.

When dreaming of the hands the over all message is about change. Because you are ending one cycle and beginning another in your energy body and grid pattern your dream was just rebooting your master purpose in your life and deleting all that no longer apply' s. All living things go through this even when we are not fully aware. This is kind of like a metamorphosis, or internal shape shifting. The reason this seems frightening in the dream is because we connect with our power to change all things. We connect with our god-self so to speak. The question being asked is are you being true to yourself and your life and heart path? If the answer is no or not sure what it is the dream is showing you this is yours to define and then create.

So personally for you this is a prophetic dream of change and personal power.

This brings us to the shaman awareness within us. Shaman is about being in ones power. A shaman does not allow his power to make him the victim of his choices. He uses his power to mold the choices and the consequences, or outcome.

In the philosophy and Religion forum under metaphysics and mysticism there is a thread started by erowid titled To be a shaman. This thread might interest you.

Only when we can imagine our power can we create that which becomes our personal truth.

Glad you shared this dream. Thank you

 

since last i wrote - another dream ... and sure enough , i was holding an object of value that i'd describe as a literal representation of a grid pattern . as the story came to a emotional climax , i discovered that it was like a stencil and a work of art could be created and the image was mine to keep - the grid taken away , insanely coveted by an old lover in this now .

the grid itself wasn't much to look at . the image it cast - ah , that's a gentle sweet thing of my love words and subtle color .

and , oops , that dream was indeed was lucid . i thought i had my guitar along on this little journey through the dream-scape , but ohno! , i couldn't find it at the point i thought to want it . but by yolly , lying there dreaming i knew it was right next to me , standing there by my sleeping place . despite any nonsense , i knew that no-matter-what i had brought it home . when i awoke - it sang to the world deeply - yaya , by my hands .

what's next ? i ain't telling anyone anything exact . the reality is open ... and i have power ok . pow-wow power . ha! itsa easy itsa easy sing the little bird .

 

Just thought I would throw in a tidbit I happen to know - I'm not big on palm reading, however I do remember that the left palm is supposed to represent the you that came into the world, and the right palm is supposed to represent what you've become. For what it's worth...

 

to my dear Left hand ... what you want to say today . here goes my goofy blind random typing thing
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hwyt

it say go embrace Life , sign off this compu

 

dreaming of power

funny , i've had a couple dreams about Obama this year . the second happened last week . in both , he got portrayed as a crazy man .

i've had a saying for awhile now and when confronted by people around me who are freakin with worry and talking nonsense - relax , i say . the the whole world is going crazy so just attend to what's in front of your nose . so... in that last dream Obama was travelling through with his entourage in the meet-the-people mode . he called me over ... he was squatting low and easy on the street and he inquires me 'the what of anything' . so i givm that saying . his eyes are crazy and he say nothing back .

in the first dream of several months ago the scene is my yard - this one really did amuse me . i come out of the house 3 times to look at stars and have a smoke . each time he is there . 2 times he stands at the edge of my world looking around like he's out and about dream-travelling and can't focus , looking into everything and seeing nothing . third time , he sees me and much to my astonishment tackles me to the ground and his speech is barely making sense until finally he can ask directly what i am doing in the house - i say i am writing a book , wanna see it ? sure he does . the end . i like fairy-tale dreams of 3 this's or that's .

the book is a dictionary . one entry is illustrated by an open hand (which is a drawing of my own hand ) . in the hand sits a little bird . this is the entry for
Oneness , Primary , Most Important . it's phonetic sound is d .