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Dream for a Sleepless NightAn Alchemical Fairy Tale
Thom F. Cavalli, Ph.D.
Copyright2004 by Thom F. Cavalli, Ph.D. All rights reserved.This book and CD, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in
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any form without permission.
Table of Contents
Introduction: 4 7
One Dream
The Dream Story: 8 - 81
Dream for a Sleepless Night
Conclusion:
Sweet Dreams
Afterward:
Recalling Dreams
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One Dream
This book is a gift to those who suffer insomnia. For my
entire adult life I, along with an estimated 40 million others,
have been plagued by this terrible problem. I know the pain
of being pulled out of sleep in the middle of the night.
Sleeping pills, meditation, prayer, herbs and analysis have
done little to ease my pain. Despite having followed ordersgiven by well meaning doctors and therapists, undergoing
sleep studies and trying alternative methods, still my
restless mind had found no peace. Even though insomnia
brings with it fatigue and a certain dulling of consciousness,
making the following day painful, the worst part of insomnia
is the interruption and loss of dreams.
I value my inner life and dreaming seems to be the most
direct way of accessing my unconscious. Without my dreams
I feel like a tree severed from its roots. The unconscious is
the ground on which I stand and without this terra firma
beneath my feet, I lose my balance and become disoriented.
My feelings lack conviction, my body aches and my thoughts
ring hollow. I have logged, interpreted and studied my
dreams for over three decades without having found a
definitive cause for this insomnia, much less a cure. Then,
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one night out of the blue my head touched the pillow and I
didnt wake till morning. This in itself was exceptional but
the dream I had that night was extraordinary. It was a Big
Dream.
I offer this dream without any interpretation. Sometimes,
despite our best intentions to derive meaning from dreams,
the interpretations only get in the way of a potential healing
experience offered by the unconscious. I will only say that
the dream I had is part of an even bigger dream that Ibelieve each of us accesses every night. The ancient
alchemists believed that the real gold meant experiencing
the One Thing.
This One Thing can appear in many forms. For example,
when two lovers merge they cease to be separate beings.
Even on our currency we find this One Thing expressed in
the alchemical motto, e pluribus unum, Out of Many, the
One.
The beautiful story, Stone Soup, tells of a poor woman who
had nothing to eat. Using her wit and imagination, she
placed a small stone in a pot with some water and began to
stir. When people passed by and inquired about her soup she
told them that she was preparing a feast. They suggested
adding ingredients to improve her soup and gladly, she
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accepted their offering. Each in turn, a baker, farmer,
butcher, contributed something until there really was a tasty
soup. Out of the Many, One delicious soup was created from
loving contributions given to this shrewd, old alchemist. They
offered to pay for a bowl but she would hear nothing of the
kind. She traveled from one town to the next, mixing up her
magical brew and in this way, bellies were filled with loving
bowls of soup.
Perhaps the reason most efforts to cure insomnia fail is dueto the fact that the problem and its solution are rooted in the
unconscious. An old homeopathic principle, Like cures like,
suggests that only a dream can cure someone who doesnt
dream. I recognize the circularity of this thinking, for how
can we have a healing dream if we dont dream? In my case,
the problem had apparently reached a crisis and the
unconscious simply broke through whatever conscious
resistance was interfering with sleep and blessed me with a
dream that clearly addressed this problem. Instead of
wandering the house aimlessly when you find yourself
unable to sleep, or getting angry with yourself, you may
want to read this dream. While I had this dream, I cannot
solely claim it as my own. A big dream belongs to all of us
and especially one that offers healing, should be shared.
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The dream is one way that my healing unconscious is
speaking to your problem. There are certain things in life
that define being human. Along with eating, drinking,
sleeping and dying, dreaming is one of the biologically
mandated habits we all have. You may want to personalize
the dream later, but I suggest you allow some time to simply
enjoy the dreams story without analyzing or interpreting it.
You may find yourself having big dreams of your own,
bringing medicines that transform your worst nightmare
into a wonderful gift. Isnt that the way things happen in
dreams?
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Awakening from Insomnia
A Big Dream
Insomnia is a cancer on the sleeping soul. Cancer is life run
amok, cells dividing uncontrollably. These are baby cells
whose parent is fast asleep.
Here in the wooded mountains of Thailand, just outside
Chang Mai, my eyes popped open in the middle of the night
just as they regularly do eight thousands miles away in my
home in California. My wife lies peacefully asleep
undisturbed by my chronic problem, while I stare at the
mosquito netting cocooning our bed. In my fantasy I wish for
a metamorphosis to free me from this demon that refuses to
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let me drift into the calm of the night.
Long ago I submitted to this nighttime intruder and now in
desperation, I reach for the medicine bottle without
hesitation. Still, some hours go by before the tranquilizer
takes effect and I shut down.
Foreign scents and unfamiliar sounds invade my awakening
mind. My head swirls with the barking of birds. My fingers
reach across the bed but come up empty. Cynthia is long
gone, probably looking for a good place to have breakfast. I
roll out of bed and like a good soldier ready myself to face the
adventure awaiting me in this strange land.
I am right. A note leads me to a small shop where I find
Cynthia sipping tea. Her smile brightens when she sees me.
Refreshed upon seeing her, I ask what looks good on the
menu. We have only just arrived in this area a few days ago
and still feel like strangers in this new land. There is some
adjustment required to being in a country where people treat
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animals like neighbors and even the sun seems to have a
slightly different hue. No sooner had we finished our
breakfast when the sound of loud clanging cymbals gathered
a small crowd of people in front of a nearby temple.
In Chang Mai there are temples on every corner, but this
particular one caught my eye when we first arrived. Unlike
most temples in Thailand that are covered in gold, this one
appeared rather plain and lifeless. Colorful banners waved
from the middle of the crowd, each one inscribed with words
and symbols I did not recognize. Flashes of black, red and
white rippled in the wind. Unabashedly we rushed to the
scene and dove into the crowd like herons seizing fish from
the sea.
Sometimes being different helps. As we snaked our way
through the crowd, the locals drew back as if we were lepers.
Within minutes we were at the very heart of the circle, face
to face with a man who seemed like a character straight out
of a movie. At about 6 feet in height very unusual for this
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part of the world- stood an old man, wearing garments that
appeared to be a cross between the animal skins of Native
Americans and the multicolored robes of Tibetan Buddhists.
His hair and beard were silver white. Judging by the deep
furrows that lined his eyes, nose and mouth Id guess he
must have been at least 80 years old. He rocked in perfect
rhythm to the cymbals. Lifting either foot with each beat he
looked as if he were climbing an invisible ladder.
The ringing cymbals stopped abruptly. The man stood
perfectly upright and opened his eyes for the first time.
We were standing directly in front of him. His eyes were the
color of the sky and his gaze penetrated my body. Though
tired I suddenly became energized as if an alien light was
glowing in my stomach and shooting straight up to my solar
plexus. The crowd grew quiet as he spoke a few words in his
native tongue. It felt odd to hear not one sound among so
many people. He kept repeating the same words and with
each repetition it became increasingly obvious that he was
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expecting a response from me.
I do not know any Thai but it was clear that this mans words
held power. He was a shaman from the high mountain
country and I intuitively knew that this encounter could not
be put off to chance. I also knew that shamans communicate
telepathically but being a dense human being from the West
I wasnt able to understand what this man was trying to tell
me. Fortunately a young boy in the crowd grasped what was
happening and stepped forward to help. He translated that
the priest wanted to know what I value most but understood
least. The riddle stumped me and I felt awkward and self-
conscious. The silence of the crowd made me even more
uncomfortable but at the same time seemed to suck an
answer right out of me.
My soul, my soul, I said after several minutes. The boy
translated and the old man responded after taking several
deep breaths. He then asked, What is in need of healing?
Without pausing this time I told him that I have great
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difficulty with sleep. Translated, this came back as my not
being about to let go of the light. He then told me that he
had a cure for this problem but that it would require putting
my soul in his care for a while. This unnerved me and I could
sense Cynthia taking a step back. She whispered out of the
corner of her mouth that this might be a good time to get
out of here. But I was torn.
Thoughts bounced back and forth in my mind until it felt as if
there were two of me engaged in a debate. I struggled
between running like the devil and holding onto my soul.
This seemed like magic - how could I trust this old man? Yet
on the other hand, the whole thing seemed like nonsense -
so what harm was there in going along with the game?
Im not a religious man but I do live a spiritual life. My soul is
as important to me as my arms and legs. Putting my soul in
this old mans care filled me with mixed emotions: fear,
intrigue and hope. I decided to take the matter very
seriously. Here was an offer that might cure me of my
dreadful insomnia. I was sorely tempted to trust the old man.
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My rational voice chimed in and reasoned that this old man
didnt appear to be Mephistopheles after all and what he
offered was to care for my soul, not take it.
Time became elastic. What was probably five minutes felt
like an hour. As an intuitive person I struggled to use reason
but in the end rationality retreated and intuition decided the
matter. Had I known that the one word I was about to utter
would send me on the journey I was about to take, Im not
sure the answer would have been the same.
Okay. I said in an uncertain voice.
Having given my response this time without the help of my
translator - the cymbals recommenced but now the old man
began to turn in circles with his arms outstretched. He
dipped his wings like a bird twice with each revolution. As
if an analgesic were taking hold of me I lost a bit of
consciousness every time I saw the old mans face. His eyes
were closed and before I could count to ten so were mine. I
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am told that I then slumped to the ground and while my wife
froze in panic the old man placed a white sheet over my still
form.
Magicians use sheets to make things disappear, but in this
case I was still there when the sheet was removed moments
later. What was missing was my being awake. Id lost
consciousness. My eyes were closed and I was breathing. I
was not dead.
The crowd gasped as soon as they saw me lying there. The
shaman had indeed worked his magic and there I was fast
asleep on the ground in a strange city at the foot of an
ancient temple. To the people the show was over but for me
it was just beginning. The crowd unraveled like a colorful ball
of yarn and when the last of them was gone, so was the old
man.
Cynthia was beside herself. After several failed attempts to
rouse me, she ran for help.
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In the hospital my head and chest were covered with
electrodes. Needles jumped and eerie blue lightening bolts
sketched out the status of my brain activity across luminous
screens. The doctors examined me and concluded there
wasnt anything wrong with me, other than that I was
apparently in a very deep sleep. They stopped short of
calling my condition a coma and assured Cynthia that I was
not in any medical danger. I was simply fast asleep and
clearly, by all indications, actively dreaming.
The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost secret
recesses of the soul.
C. G. Jung
In ancient Greece it is believed that the gods, bent on
punishing people, decided to do so by answering their
prayers. I had asked for sleep and sleep is what I got. Like
the male version of sleeping beauty I lay fast asleep
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dreaming within a dream that only good would come of this
while my soul nestled itself in the palm of an old mans
wrinkled hand.
The smell of dark green infused my nostrils and all about me
I felt a bed of leaves envelop me like a warm, cozy nest. I
could not tell whether my eyes were open or closed, but
either way all I could see was black. I shuttled back and forth
between fear and a deep sense of surrender to this
overwhelming sleep Id fallen into. At last I was asleep. I had
long yearned for this moment. I didnt want it to stop. I could
not say how long Id been lying in that forest. I could not see
my watch. My mind wandered and I thought of a
conversation Cynthia and I once had about dreaming. She is
an amazing dreamer, one of those people who remember
every detail of their dreams. Added to her boundless
memory was the ability to travel in her dreams, change
shape and even awaken in her dreams something known
as lucid dreaming. I could perform none of these
extraordinary feats. At best, I was lucky to even get to sleep
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and stay down the night through.
After a while the thought hit me and I could no longer avoid
the reality that I was indeed asleep but simultaneously
aware of my condition. I must have been having one of those
lucid dreams. Still I could see nothing. Only when sounds of
whispering buzzed all round me did I jump to my feet. I
grabbed my glasses and put them on. Like night goggles
they cut beams of eerie green light every which way I
looked. I was in a wooded forest surrounded by tall trees,
giant ferns and purple grasses. Again I heard the whispers
coming out of the woods but could not make any sense of
such random sounds. This continued long enough for me to
realize that each whisper was part of a sound, incomplete in
itself, but when joined with other sounds they collected into
a sentence. They were emanating from the tiny mouth of a
very small man.
I shone my green light directly on him. He could not have
been more than four feet high even including the tall conical
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hat he wore on his head. The shock sobered me instantly as I
realized I was looking at a gnome. One by one other heads
popped out of the woods. Eerily little people began to
encircled me. But the whispers all collected and came to
focus on the first of these small men. Out of his mouth I
distinctly these words:
We know your problem and what you have to do. You need
to go through Sleepy Hollow.
I responded by asking who he was. The whispers gathered
again and the chief gnome introduced himself, I am Sir
Bastian, ruler of Ebony Wood.
Bewildered I began to ask questions in hopes of orienting
myself. Where was I? Was I asleep? Was I dead or alive?
Why should we help you? You have come here uninvited
and now you ask these many questions?
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I pleaded with Sir Bastian at first with reason, then by
begging for courtesy, then simply by begging. There was a
growing fear in me that if these gnomes should leave me I
would never find my way out of this place.
What have you to give us to make our time worthwhile?
It was an oddly worded question. Another riddle, I thought.
Here, take my watch.
While this seemed to please Sir Bastian, my apparent ability
to match wits with him pleased him far more.
So I asked: What is Sleepy Hollow? Is it the way out of
here?
It is the first way out, or if you please, the first way in. Do
you want out or in?
Now I was completely confused. Clearly time and space had
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little meaning in these woods. Thinking myself rather clever I
responded by saying I wanted to be inside out. This
absolutely delighted Sir Bastian. In fact the whole of his
colony began to laugh.
Very well then its off to Sleepy Hollow we go.
However wide awake they may have been before they
entered that sleepy region, they are sure, in a little time, to
inhale the witching influence of the air, and begin to grow
imaginative, to dream dreams and see apparitions.
FromThe Legend of Sleepy Hollow
The path wound through a canopy of ferns and bamboo
trees. Sir Bastian leading the way in front of me with a long
line of gnomes following close behind. I had the eerie feeling
that I wasnt actually going anywhere but rather simply
peddling my legs as I tossed and turned in my bed.
Suddenly, our journey came to a halt and Sir Bastian pointed
to a huge tree with a trunk that had two enormous legs split
apart. In the center was a pit of darkness, imperious even to
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my green light.
There is where you must go to get in and to get out. This is
where you will be turned inside out.
This seemed ominous. I wondered to myself whether I could
trust these little tricksters.
Will you be going with me? I asked.
I, said Sir Bastian, will meet you on the other side.
How can I trust that what you are saying is true?
If this is as you believe a dream, then I and everything
around you is part of your dream. The question then is: Do
you trust yourself?
He had a point there. This certainly could not be anything
other than a dream and that being the case, even this
Sleepy Hollow was part of my dream. This reasoning offered
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just enough reassurance for me to approach the mighty oak.
I came as close as I could to the hollow without actually
entering it. It appeared to be solid but its bark resembled an
oil slick or the surface of molten tar. Cautiously I reached out
to touch it with my finger. Instantly I was pulled into in a
thick morass, as if Id fallen into the deepest regions of
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space. I tumbled head over heels until I had neither head nor
heels. Strange words seemed to resound from above. I could
barely make out Sir Bastians voice repeating over and over
again: solve et coagula, solve et coagula. A lot of good that
was doing me! I had no idea what he meant and worse
began to feel like I was disintegrating. The cells of my body
loosened and I seemed to be coming apart. Chaos was all I
could think of. I am in chaos. The thought reverberated in
the emptiness for I had no head to contain it or anything
else.
Chaos is the massa confusa, the prima materia out of
which form first emerges. The nigredo is the initial stage of
the alchemical work. It means blackening - in it one
discovers the shadows of the unconscious.
Out of the darkness dropped a speck of light, rocking back
and forth through space like a metallic snowflake. It seemed
to crystallize as it fell, its silvery arms laced in an intricate
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pattern, shimmering like a diamond point of light. Suddenly
my perspective shifted and I became one of many sparkling
points of light falling gently onto a river down below. Upon
making contact with the water, the river immediately came
alive around me. I felt its rushing currents course through
the black slick that was all that remained of my body.
Although consciousness had reconnected with my body I had
absolutely no control.
Suddenly I recalled that in dreams it is possible to shift ones
attention from one place to another. Though I no longer
seemed to have a physical body, nor eyes, I could see the
fast moving river and the tall line of trees speeding past me.
Instantly my consciousness shot up to the treetops above
and gazed back down upon the black slick Id become, while
the river continued to carry me downstream. Up ahead the
river became completely black. I thought I had reached the
end of the world.
In desperation I pleaded with the river currents appearing
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as ghostly spirits mermaid creatures darting in and out of
the cold, icy water. Steer me right I cried. Steer me away!
My prayers were answered but not before my body hit the
solid black mass that lay along the rivers edge. I bounced
off the mass and smashed into the rocks by the shore.
Miraculously I didnt die, but I became certain that death
could take me at any moment. I was going to die and
without a watch I had no way of knowing when that would
happen.
Still in black ooze form, I moved through the rocks along the
shore. Like a river snake, I slithered through crevices until I
found myself contained in a pool shaped by boulders in the
form of a human. Here in this mold of rock and stone, my
sense of humor returned and I mused to myself, I am the
shadow of the man I used to be.
I wondered how I could possibly regain my body? As I lay
formless and still, a black liquid being, I began to remember
what I once looked like. And then I realized that that was it;
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remembering was the secret!
Solve and Coagula is the primary recipe of alchemy. We
must first break up the ego mass through a process or
operation known as solutio, then by re-membering that we
are more than mere flesh return to the spiritual form of an
earlier existence.
Carefully I remembered my body from head to toe re-
membered my body from head to toe - and eventually I was
able to gradually emerge from the pool intact. I lay down on
the rocky shore, feeling like a shadow, and once again began
to hear the words of the little man.
As promised, said Sir Bastian. Here I am.
Yes indeed there you are. And here I am, having barely
escaped that terrible river with my life.
But, you did. Youve passed the first trial.
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The first?! I yelled. How many more trials are there before
I can get out of this awful place?
You are an odd creature, replied Sir Bastian calmly. First,
you long for sleep. Then finally getting it, you want to wake
up.
Well, if this is sleep then indeed I do want to wake up. How
do I do that? I demanded.
You must cross the Bridge of Day Light.
And where, I pray, might that be?
Before I received a response, I was suddenly overcome by
hunger. I felt so ravenous that I immediately and blindly
began stuffing everything I could into my mouth. Berries,
bark, leaves, grass and even dirt I swallowed whole. Like a
devouring monster I gobbled a stand of mushrooms and
chased them down with water from the river. Immediately,
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my head began to spin and my stomach began to churn in
rhythm with my racing heart.
It must have been the mushrooms that brought on the
avalanche of hallucinations. Like a cracked mirror, reality
shattered into a thousand shards of glass. Reflected in each
were strange images of dinosaurs, stars, musical
instruments, bones and creatures I could not identify. Most
disconcerting was an effect of light and darkness in rapid
alternation. Day and night were flickering like a strobe light,
completely disorienting me.
I am dying. I cried out at the top of my lungs. Through the
haze of my bleary vision I saw Sir Bastian. Lying flat on my
back looking up at him he appeared as tall as a giant. I am
dying. I cried out again. Please help me!
No sooner have you passed your first trial and already you
are rushing into the second task. What is your hurry?
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Please help me, was all I could manage to say.
You lost your body and now youre losing your mind. What a
mess you are!
I detected a bit of glee in his voice but I failed to see the
humor. I was slipping away quickly.
Without showing the least concern for my dreadful state, Sir
Bastian demanded, Tell me everything you know.
What do you mean, everything I know? That will take
forever.
Thats not a problem, and he pointed to the watch. We
have no problem with that; we can just wind this watch
every time it runs down.
Desperately I agreed. Struggling to put words together I
began by telling him my name, where I was born, who my
parents are, where I went to school, which foods I liked and
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which I hated This went on for what seemed an
interminable time and every so often I could see Sir Bastian
rewinding my watch.
Thats it, I said at last, I have told you everything. There is
no more to tell.
Not true. Insisted Sir Bastian defiantly. You have not told
me your last thought, for if you had, you would cease to be.
I had to agree. At the very least his statement forced me to
collect my thoughts and the hallucinations began to
dissipate. This was another one of his riddles. I would surely
be dead if I were to tell him my last thought. When your
heart takes its last beat, I thought, your blood stops
circulating and you die. So it seemed to follow that once your
brain had its last thought, you were through with this life.
But, something in this logic wasnt quite right. My brain was
a more complicated matter, or so I thought at the time. My
brain also has a mind of its own, which is something quite
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different than my heart. Now I was getting somewhere. The
two are not equivalent. Since my brain isnt the same thing
as my mind then death comes only when the former quits.
My mind, on the other hand, can stop without the brain
having to die.
As if he were reading my thoughts Sir Bastian echoed my
words, Now we are getting somewhere. But, he added
whimsically, Where can you go when you tell me your last
thought?
Oddly enough, I began to understand. The more I
concentrated on this riddle the more my mind drew
together. By now the nausea had begun to ease and the
hallucinations had ceased entirely. My mind was utterly clear
and I could think of nothing more to say.
At the end of my long recitation I had not a single thought
left to tell and I certainly did not die. On the contrary, I felt
more alive than ever. My mind seemed to be set free from
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my head. I was in a thoughtless space, free to wander in
many and all directions simultaneously. My body served to
anchor me in the sylvan wood as my consciousness
traversed the universe unfettered. My meditation was
abruptly cut short when I heard Sir Bastian say, Youve
learned one of many more operations youll need to guide
you safely across the Bridge of Day Light. Now we must go.
This time I didnt even ask where we were headed. For such
a little man he certainly could walk at a quick pace. Of
course, being short gave him the advantage of not having to
duck under branches or push aside tree limbs. He walked
with a decided step, but I noticed how silently he moved
through the woods. We walked for what must have been
many hours. Since he still had my watch I had only the dim
glow of early light to give me some sense of time. Although
it was still quite dark I no longer depended on my night
goggles to see. Wed reached an open glen covered with
high grasses when he finally stopped to give me further
directions.
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You are ready for the next trial. In order to reach the Bridge
of Day Light you must go to the White Queen.
How do I get there? Will you not show me the way?
I cannot enter the glen but it is here that you will meet a
guide who will take you to the Castle of the Moon. I will see
you on the other side. And with these words he vanished.
For the first time I was alone. The glen spread out before me
like a magic carpet. I had no idea what to expect or whom
this guide might be or how long it would take before he
would come. I settled down on a mound of grass that
overlooked a lovely clearing; not far behind me were the
woods, dark and impenetrably dense. The predawn light in
the sky made everything just barely visible. I shuddered as I
remembered that I was in fact asleep and this was all a
dream. And where, I wondered, was this body of mine lying
in waking reality? Was I still in the midst of that crowd, or
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had Cynthia taken me back to the inn? And what about my
soul? Was the shaman keeping it safe or was he up to no
good?
Thoughts pulled me in two directions. I couldnt possibly
enjoy this sleep if it meant Id never awaken again. I wasnt
finished with my life but neither was I finished with this
strange realm. For better or worse, the choice was not mine.
I had to submit to whatever fate this place had in store for
me. I favored this conclusion to other, more dreadful
possibilities. Whenever I began thinking of escape fear rose
up in my heart like hissing snake.
I reassured myself that this was all a dream. Despite the fact
that I was quite alert and even pinched myself from time to
time I knew most assuredly that I was dreaming. While
pondering these thoughts, I heard the trees rustling in the
nearby forest. Odd, I thought, since there was no wind. I
stood and strained my eyes to see what was stirring. Might
this be my guide?
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I could discern tree trunks jutting straight up in a long line
bordering the glen. But from time to time a white line
seemed to dart between them. Each time I moved toward
the trees the rustling stopped and it was no longer possible
to see what the white line might be. I resumed my position
on the ground and regained the state of mind I had been
enjoying before the rustling began. Restraint paid off. The
head of pure white horse appeared not twenty yards away.
Excitement welled up within me but I knew intuitively that
the shy creature would only run if I tried to advance.
I even avoided making eye contact. Instead I observed
obliquely from the corner of my eye until I was rewarded
with a sight I would not soon forget. Standing among the tall
grass, draped by dark woods behind and a misty gray sky
overhead, I saw a unicorn. Where doubt did from time to
time cause me to question whether this was a dream or not,
it now made not a difference in the world. It was love at first
sight.
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Love is the only emotion I can use to describe the vision that
my tired eyes beheld. I was entranced by this lovely white
creature whose mane was the color of clouds and whose
body gleamed like marble. We were two aliens meeting for
the first time. Such a meeting is profound and we each
needed time to adjust.
There was no way of knowing how much time had passed.
We stood in suspended animation like two figures in a
painting, each of us gazing at the other among tall yellow
grasses; rocks in the foreground and the dark wooded forest
behind.
The reverie was broken by a gentle wave of her head. The
gesture indicated that I was to follow her. Not until this
moment did I realize that my guide was not another gnome
or fairy, but this sublime creature. Never before did I really
believe that such animals existed. But here I was gazing at
this beautiful unicorn knowing she would take me to the
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castle of the White Queen.
She turned and galloped into the woods. I followed.
Whenever I thought Id lost sight of her she would patiently
reappear and give a gentle wave of her head. We traveled
up a steep path that wound its way around a mountain, a full
days journey. I was tired and hungry; sweat beaded my
brow and trickled into salty rivulets that streamed down my
face.
As our ascent continued, trees became sparse and patches
of earth opened up to expose large sheets of granite.
Fatigue drew my gaze downward and my breath became
labored; the path grew steadily steeper. My guide began
nudging me deftly, being careful to keep from skewering me
with the sharp tip of her horn.
Suddenly the words Its about time rang out from nowhere.
I didnt have to raise my head to know the crooked mouth
out of which these words flowed. There stood Sir Bastian on
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a huge boulder, peering down at me. The unicorn was
nowhere in sight.
Where has she gone? was my only reply.
She has joined her coven, said Sir Bastian. Can you not
see them?
I climbed up onto the boulder where Sir Bastian had planted
himself and searched the crest of the mountain, but could
only see a panorama of gray skies hanging over a multitude
of rocks.
How thoughtless of me, Sir Bastian mused. She has
thought of everything. Thats why shes a queen and I am
but a mere squire.
Without explanation, Sir Bastian ordered me to shut my
eyes. I did as I was told. Then he told me to open them
slowly, blink several times and then cautioned me to prepare
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myself for what I was about to behold.
He took the curved handle of his cane and pointing it upward
to a cloud began to pull on it. At first this struck me as rather
funny and I laughed out loud when at one point he was
literally hanging, cane in hand, from the cloud. Somehow he
found his gravity again and with a steadfast tug drew what
appeared to be stage curtains across my line of vision. In the
blink of an eye the entire scene shifted and I was privy to
one of the most amazing sights Id ever seen.
Where before only rocks appeared scattered about, now
stood a pure white castle with spires piercing the sky from
hundreds of turrets. Above the two spires hung a crescent
moon. It was the first light I had seen since entering this
realm. I was momentarily blinded. When I regained my vision
the glare or fog or mist or whatever it was began to dissipate
and in further amazement I once again spied my guide. She
stood shoulder to shoulder with thousands of other unicorns
surrounding the castle.
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As I approached, every unicorn lowered its head in an
ominous gesture: Stay back!
What is happening? I asked. I must see the Queen.
You fool, answered Sir Bastian, look at yourself. Do you
really think her majesty will entertain a dirty, butt naked cod
such as yourself?
Besides, he continued, you have neither an invitation or
even a gift that might curry favor with her lady.
But these last words were lost on me as sudden shame
overcame me and I went running for cover. How could I not
have realized that I was wandering naked since emerging
from the awful river Styx? Not only had I just been caught in
this dreadful condition by a herd of angelic beauties, I had
just spent a full days journey with the most fair of them all -
my guide.
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Can you help me, Sir Bastian? I pleaded.
Once again you ask and once again I ask why? came his
diffident response.
Because service is the greatest passion. I replied,
surprised to hear these words coming from my lips. I turned
around to see if there might be someone else whod spoken
these words (but there was not).
Very well, then, lets be on our way, was all he said.
Sir Bastian led me to a beautiful meadow where a small pool
lay nestled within a crowd of birch trees. Steam swirled just
above its surface as dragonflies darted about in search of a
tasty meal. I plunged into the natural spring. The dirt that
had coated my entire body instantly melted away. I
submerged myself several times and felt deep contentment.
Sir Bastian sat on a large toadstool smoking his pipe. The
aroma seemed to be a mix of cherry bark and mustard seed.
As my eyes closed half way, a white osprey alighted directly
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atop my head. Sir Bastian put down his pipe and whispered
under his breath, a blessing from the skies.
Having a large bird perched itself atop your head is an eerie
feeling. As awkward as it seemed, I did indeed feel blessed
and in some mysterious way confirmed. I felt clean inside
and out. Still, I was as naked as a blue jay. Without any
thought as to how I might dry off, Sir Bastian ordered me to
leave. I obeyed and emerged from the spring feeling
renewed.
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We returned to the nearby wood and followed a stream that
sparkled with tiny fairies. The stream led into a dark cave
where the sound of running water chortling over rocks
emanated from within.
This, my friend is where you will get yourself clothes fit for a
king, or should I say Queen, said Sir Bastian pointing with
his cane.
You must be kidding, I protested. Im not going in there.
Suit yourself then, said he, obviously amused with the pun.
How will I get a new suit in that devils hole?
Do you have an aversion to spiders? responded the
gnome.
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Not particularly, I replied. In fact, I found spiders rather
interesting.
Spiders are known to spin out the web of Life. They can be
tricksters, but ones whose tricks serve to have us do
negative things that eventually put us on the right track.
Well these spiders are masters of the loom. Theyve clothed
just about every creature that roams this forest. Bear hides,
bird feathers, snake skinsall crafted by these fine tailors.
How about the clothes you wear? Did they dress you?
Sir Bastian laughed. Had they I would have no use for a
wife.
This caught me off guard. It never occurred to me that Sir
Bastian was married.
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Married indeed. I have 27 children, and yes, all by my sweet
Ann-Marie.
Do you not miss her? You have been with me for some time
now.
We will get to that in due time, but right now lets get you
dressed.
I drew courage from his words. Ever so carefully, I slowly
crept into the dark cave. Hearing Sir Bastians words echo off
the walls I was soon able to lift myself upright and precede
into the darkness.
Now do be careful, stick to the stream and walk straight
ahead. The water falls to either side of the stream. His
words bounced off the walls leaving in their trail a din of
resonating reassurance. Keep your eyes open, stay
vigilant.
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I kept my balance by keeping my hands pressed to the low
ceiling. As I proceeded I first felt moss that then seemed to
degrade into some kind of disgusting sticky substance.
Determinedly I marched forward. Dozens of tiny legs began
stitching a web around my wrists and arms. I could feel the
spiders working quickly to weave a soft fabric around my
entire body. Within minutes it was finished. Propelled by
horror and delight, I rushed toward the entrance, anxious to
see their handiwork.
Very well done indeed, said Sir Bastian seeing my new
garments. It was in fact a job well done: shirt and tights,
cape and cap as green as the trees and as snug fitting as
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bark. Embroidery tastefully accented each piece with signs
and insignias that gave a noble appearance. Unfortunately I
had no idea what any of the symbols meant.
We have only one thing left to do before you can present
yourself to her Royal Highness.
Before I could asked what this might be, Sir Bastian
explained that since I didnt have a formal invitation I might
gain entry by winning her favor with a gift. She loves
roses.
If the Queen is as beautiful as you say she is, then I would
think she has many suitors who must regularly bring her
roses.
Right you are, my noble friend. Sir Bastian responded. So
that is why you must bring her the most unique rose in the
entire Queendom.
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So off we were once more, this time to find the garden of the
hundred-petalled white rose. Cleaned and dressed up, my
confidence reached new heights. My step had an extra
spring and I felt excited as we drew near the only place
where the special rose could be found. We arrived at a
clearing in the wood. Before us was a very large labyrinth
surrounded by a gate. I could clearly see the white rose
bobbing just above the labyrinthine hedges. The fence was
taller than I and the gate was securely bolted with a huge
iron lock.
A labyrinth is a unicursal (single path) magical tool. It is
magical in that through the conscious use of the labyrinth
answers to questions come, spiritual awareness can be
enhanced, the path ahead, in the confusion of the
labyrinths convoluted path, can somehow become clear.
Seg Lonegney
How do I gain entry? I asked Sir Bastian.
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Again you ask and again I say, what have you to give me
for my service? was his by now familiar reply.
Havent we been over this already? I sighed to myself.
But this time Sir Bastian knew well what was to be
exchanged.
Around my neck you see a key. It is the instrument that will
admit you through the gate but at the cost of losing me.
I was stunned. Why?! I asked, repeating the question over
and over again, Why must I lose you to obtain this flower?
Without the flower you have no power. The rose unlocks the
Queens heart and it is her heart that you must win if ever
you hope to awaken from this dream.
Realizing once again that this was indeed a dream did little
to console me. Despite his riddles Sir Bastian had been a
trustworthy friend and without him I was already feeling very
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sad. He was right, but that didnt stop the tears from welling
up in my eyes.
So now we have a deal. With these words Sir Bastian drew
out of his pocket a small silver flask. He brought it to my
cheek whereupon a tear slipped into the vial. He deftly
corked the vial with a stopper to preserve the tear, and said
that the salt would always remind him of our friendship.
Will I never see you again? I cried, wiping tears from my
eyes in an uncharacteristic, emotional display.
On the contrary. You will see me every time you sit down on
the green grass or wander through the woods. I will be
hiding in every plant and flower, every burrow, hill and
mountain. I am in the meadows and the brooks, the caves
and the underbrush. This place is my home and I know it
well. It is my wisdom and now it is yours.
Gnomes are the elemental of the earth. As their name
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implies they hold the gnosis, the wisdom of nature.
I didnt really understand his words. Feelings were clouding
the possibility of thinking clearly. Then, he placed the key in
my hand. This time he didnt disappear but rather simply
turned and walked away. At one point in the distance I
thought I saw him raise his left hand to say goodbye, but he
never looked back.
The key fit easily into the old lock. I turned it slowly and the
lock dropped like an anvil. The gate swung open and the
path was clearly visible, guarded by tall hedges on either
side. Directly in front of me stood a sign with the words, The
Rose gives Honey to the Bee. Another riddle! Unable to
determine which might be the best route to take I began
wandering aimlessly. Then as I regained my senses I
contemplated the maze, stopping every now and then to
decide which way to go. Isnt this like life? I thought to
myself. Should I go left or right or keep to the straight path?
In an ordinary situation the shortest distance between two
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points would be a straight line, but this place was clearly not
ordinary and neither for that matter, has much of my life
been so simple! Id often followed meandering paths to find
that although it took longer to reach my goal my life was
much richer as a result. Could this explain the meaning of
that strange sign?
This situation was not so different. In fact, I had a decided
advantage that I made me feel sure I could find the best
path leading to the center. Although the hedges were tall I
could either jump up a bit or stand on my tiptoes and see the
white rose gleaming in the light of the moon. By bobbing up
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and down I knew I would find my way to her without too
much difficulty.
Making my way through the maze I found myself driven by
an overwhelming desire to behold the rose and in turn to
meet her mistress. It was truly a love attraction that
compelled me to put one foot in front of the other. One
wrong turn and sadness arose in my heart; two wrong turns
and I became dreadfully downtrodden. What had to be done
was clear: allow myself to surrender to the attraction that
was leading me straight to my hearts desire.
Finally, one sharp right turn delivered me to the prize. I
beheld four narrow paths in the form of a cross that led
through a garden of black roses. There at the very center
was the rose of a hundred petals. I was the bee and she the
honey.
I felt utter love gazing at this magnificent white rose. Unable
to move I dropped to the ground. I suddenly did not even
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have the energy to determine which path led to my beloved.
As strange as this may sound, given my condition, I must
have fallen asleep. And in this sleep I had a dream within a
dream: in it the white rose turned into a fair damsel with the
hundred-petalled blossom crowning her veiled head. She
descended from her throne and walked directly toward me. I
felt as if a missing part of my self was rejoining my body and
I became whole again.
When I opened my eyes the dream had become a reality.
Only it wasnt a beautiful lady sitting beside me but the
white rose. As I stood up, so did she. Her petalled head
reached to my chest and her lower branches served ably as
feet. She placed her leafy-hand in mine and I followed her
out of the labyrinth.
What if you slept?
And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed?
And what if in your dream
You went to heaven and there plucked
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A strange and beautiful flower?
And what if, when you awoke,
You had the flower in your hand?
Ah! What then?
Coleridge
The absurdity of walking while holding a branched hand did
not escape me but it was a lovely absurdity that pleased me
very much.
We soon found ourselves facing the herd of unicorns that
surrounded the Castle of the Moon. By this time there was
more light, and I turned my gaze upwards. What had been a
crescent had now blossomed into a perfectly round full
moon. Clean and dressed up in my green garment, armed
with a precious gift, the white steeds stepped aside and each
in turn dropped to one knee in a graceful, welcoming
curtsey.
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As I entered the main chamber my empty stomach churned
and again hunger pangs shot through my body. Ridiculous! I
was finally about to meet the White Queen and all I could
think about was food. It seemed that every pore in my body
screamed out to be fed. I tightened my grasp on the delicate
branched hand, being careful not to squeeze too hard.
So I see youve brought my sister. The words echoed off
the vaulted ceiling. At the end of the great hall, standing on
a raised patio, was a petite woman with long pins sticking
out from her black hair. Her back was to me, but I was sure
the words came from her.
I took a step back when in a sudden ballet-like pirouette she
turned and faced me. This could not be the queen, I thought.
This is a geisha.
Who are you? I demanded.
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My eardrums were instantly inundated with voices
ricocheting off the leaden windows, huge wooded thrusts,
stone galleys and gilded birdcage.
Cleopatra. Maria. Cybele. Isis. Kwan Yin. Aphrodite.
I fell to the ground and the rose bowed before the white-
robed geisha.
I have many names but you may call me Chang Mai.
A memory flashed through my head and my mind drifted
momentarily to a far away place. Gathering my senses once
again I managed to ask, Are you the White Queen?
What is a queen without a king? I await the day when I am
indeed once again a true Queen.
I dont understand. I confessed, but she was busy now
placing her sister in a crystal vase.
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You are hungry. She stated plainly. Let us retire to the
dining hall. And with that she stepped gracefully into an
adjoining room. The table was set with tall silver
candelabras, two shiny silver plates and matching
silverware. Before she took her seat I had the chance to
study her. She was stunningly beautiful. Her robe was made
of white silk embroidered with swans and bamboo. She wore
tall wooden slippers that held feet no bigger than my hands.
Her face looked like a Kabuki mask: pure white with slashes
of black and red to accentuate her eyes. As she sat down her
eyes met mine and I saw two silver orbs set perfectly in
white opal. She caught herself quickly and broke her
unintended gaze.
She sat quietly for a few moments. Then, with her head
slightly bowed she began to sing a song. Her voice reminded
me of a nightingale.
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With this prayer we bless this food that will help make us
more gentle in our ways. With these words she removed the
silver lids from three large serving bowls. Before me lay a
bounty so grand it immediately brought to mind the best
Thanksgiving meals Id ever had. Mushrooms garnished in
garlic, mashed potatoes, four different salads, breads
twisted into the forms of butterflies, giant corncobs and
sweet potatoes; all quite tempting but I nevertheless noticed
the conspicuous absence of meat. My hunger had not the
patience to inquire about this obvious oversight. Instead, on
receiving her signal to commence I unleashed my appetite.
So famished was I, not a word was exchanged between us
the entire meal.
After what seemed an hour, she opened one last small silver
tray and offered its contents to me. To my surprise it was a
fortune cookie with four leaves folded inward like a flower.
For some odd reason I felt amused. I smiled and quietly took
the cookie in hand, cracking it open. The message inside
read: Sow your seed on white foliated earth.
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I hadnt the slightest idea what this riddle was trying to say,
but I knew there must be a hidden meaning.
Before you leave, said the Queen, you will leave a part of
yourself and when you go you will take a part of me with
you. She then gathered herself up and for the first time
smiled. She poured two small timbales of sake. We tapped
our glasses and I offered a toast in response to her
mysterious words, May our exchange bless this day. She
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sipped, I chugged and that is all I remember until I found
myself lying in a sea of white satin sheetsquite alone.
I lay still for a long time going over the whole affair in my
mind my entrance through a parade of unicorns, the shock
at discovering that the Queen was a geisha, the magnificent
dinner laid out with sterling silver plates and goblets and of
course, the very curious voices that introduced their lady. As
I pondered the name she gave I recalled the city where I had
fallen into this slumber. Then, it occurred to me clearly that
Chang Mai wasnt a place named after the queen; rather the
queen was in fact a place. Not a place in the geographic
sense but a place as in a state of mind, after all, I was asleep
and this was indeed a dream. The realization was dizzying. I
might have even woken up at this point if I werent still in
the clutches of the shamans spell.
As I lay looking up at the curtained ceiling above my bed my
thoughts were interrupted by shadows dancing across the
canap. Amidst the shadows tiny sparks twinkled like stars
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and slowly spinning planets. I could make out certain
constellations and even a few planets but to my horror I
realized that my perception was not from good old planet
earth. I kept checking and rechecking but I slowly grew
certain that I must be on another planet. The shock
catapulted me out of bed. I craned my head out the window
and gazed upward but still I could not see the full moon that
had greeted me on my arrival. I turned to peer down the side
of the tall tower and in every direction the ground was as
silver-white as the moons surface. I shivered in fear and
jumped back into bed. Having rectified my perspective it
appeared that I was looking at the heavens from the surface
of the moon.
Was this the white earth that the queen had spoken of
earlier?
My mind grew weary, my eyes closed and soon my thoughts
sank like ships slipping over the horizon.
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I awakened with no thoughts of the night. So this must be
what Cynthia had described as dreamless sleep. It was as if
the editor had simply removed a portion of the film and
spliced it back together, leaving out whatever might have
occurred between sleeping and waking. In fact, this well
described my experience since arriving in the palace. I
seemed to jump from one scene to the next without
experiencing the usual continuity that gives life its flow. One
minute I was in bed, I found myself suddenly strolling with
the geisha queen in her garden with no transition in
between. Mystically, the moon appeared again, above the
castle towers.
Did you sleep well? inquired the queen, looking as lovely
as ever.
I cant really say, but I did come to realize that you are the
place, or should I say a state of mind that can only come in a
dream.
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You are more right than you know. Let me explain.
We were sitting by a well, which may be the reason Chang
Mais voice took on a strange resonance. She spoke with a
depth Id not heard before; it didnt quite fit the small frame
of this demure woman.
Dreams are not the sole province of human beings. They
are the place where the past recedes to the time, for
whatever reason, we no longer have use for the present.
Now, for the first time I felt that I was in the presence of a
royal figure. Chang Mai spoke with authority and I was rapt
with attention to hear what she had to say.
We all, gods and humans, descended from the Great
Mother. She begot mountains, stars and fishes. The whole
universe is her progeny. True, it was through their holy
embrace that Spirit and Soul spawned all that we see, hear,
touch, smell and imagine, but only through the grace of the
Mother did the world became manifest. It is their embrace
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that all things imitate in hopes of adding to her bounty.
There was a time when the Great Mother was honored and
the cloak of her majesty was respected throughout the earth
and the heavens. Although she asked for no more than love,
what she received in return was envy. This was inevitable
since humans are prone to forget their maker when they
themselves taste the sweet ambrosia of creation. To bring a
child out of chaos and into life is a miracle. It blinds both
parents to the darkness out of which creation first arises.
The great darkness that resides behind every act of creation
passes into the land of dreams. So tight is the grip that holds
onto the miracle of birth that a greater miracle is lost and
forgotten. This has been the fate of both Mother Soul and
Father Spirit. Their holy embrace has been reduced to
meaningless sensations, sex has replaced lovemaking, and
sentimentality mimics true feelings.
You cant sleep because as it is well known, you live in an
age of anxiety. The sacred art of healing has also drifted into
dreamland and medicines that are anti-nature have been
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substituted for remedies that once recalled the healing
powers of Soul and Spirit. This has all become necessary to
achieve a single purpose: human beings can and will
become gods. The Soul may be locked within the dreams of
man and Spirit within the woman, but through the fourfold
interaction of each element the world will be made whole
again. The anxiety that keeps you awake at night is not a
sickness but rather a calling to the great new age that is
coming. You are here to advance the evolution of conscious
wholeness. You are the catalyst the Mercury- that will bring
dream into manifest reality. By order of the Queen you will
not awaken until this deed is done.
I was unnerved by her pronouncement and frightened by her
command. Feebly, I summoned the courage to ask, Those
voices I heard when we first met I stumbled with the next
words but she completed my thought.
are my many voices. Yes, I am the Great Mother.
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My mind took off in ten different directions at once, but my
body anchored me too well. I could not move. Then, another
splice and it was back between the sheets again. I was
numb. I kept repeating to myself out loud, Is she really the
Great Mother? Why had she chosen me to bring her back
from the darkness of the past? I am just a mortal human
being and she is a goddess. Why on earth does she need me
to do this deed? Can I?
This time there was no cosmos staring down upon me.
Beneath the white satin sheets I was as naked as a newborn
baby. I wanted to enter the dreamless sleep and forget this
burden that had been laid upon my shoulders. But my eyes
were wide open and the Queens words spun around in my
head like bees looking for the rose. A silhouette appeared
from behind the linen curtains and I knew without having to
think that the Great Mother had come for me.
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Naked she stood in the moonlight like a shining alabaster
goddess of Venus. The white make-up was gone and her
flesh glistened with the freshness of morning dew.
There is, I now know, a point beyond sex and even
lovemaking that brings two beings together, regardless of
whether they are human or divine, into a dimension that is
perfectly harmonized with every atom in the universe. Were
consciousness not retained the two would merely disappear
and the whole enterprise would be meaningless. But, when
two beings can hold the awareness of such a meeting,
nothing less than a miracle occurs.
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We sat face-to-face, arms around each others shoulders; the
silver eyes of her eyes as she peered into mine, made my
eyes feel like gold. Our breathing became naturally
synchronized and with each breath we sank into the others
skin. The circulation of our blood became one system; our
bodies lost their individual distinction and we were one big,
lovely animal having four arms and four legs. I was blessed
with the thoughts of a goddess and she discovered what
humans think. My seed impregnated her soul; Spirit and Soul
conjoined in holy matrimony. For one split instant of a
second the earth stood still, the planets stopped in their
orbits and for the first time the sun finally broke through the
night.
I awakened to brilliant sunshine and in an instant found
myself standing before the White Queen in the Great Hall.
The unicorns formed a huge ring around us. It appeared that
a formal wedding was about to begin. Light streamed
through every window forming crosses on the stonewalls and
wooden floor. The Queen spread her arms wide as if she
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were about to take flight. My green vestments had been
replaced with white silk garments. The ceremony was about
to begin when the sunbeams that only a moments before
were shafts of golden white light, suddenly sharpened into
arrows that struck randomly about the room.
Pandemonium broke out as the horses reared up and bolted
aimlessly around the room. Some of them were killed
instantly when struck by the suns sharp rays. I could barely
see through the dust that had been raised, nor could I hear
over the din of furniture being crushed and overturned.
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Despite the uproar the Queen held her countenance and
spoke to me, saying that I should leave immediately but not
forget my charge. Save me from this dream, bring me back
to my mother Earth! With this she descended the steps of
her throne. She tore the veil from her face and cupped it into
my right hand. Then she took hold of the unicorn that had
been my guide. She whispered something into her ear and
the unicorn bowed her front two legs to the ground. Alight
upon this noble beast. She will take you as far as she can go.
Then you must release her.
I hurriedly jumped on the horses back and we hastened
quickly out of the castle. I turned one last time to see the
queen. By now the sun bolts were threatening to bring down
the entire castle. The queen seemed unfazed by the
impending collapse. Her last words to me were, The sun is
rising. Go and defeat the Devil that stands between you and
the Light.
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Immediately upon exiting the castle I very nearly fell off my
horse. My eyes, having grown accustomed to the dim
moonlight, were not prepared for the full blast of the suns
rays. The trees that had previously appeared dark and
mysterious were now transformed into leafless twigs. What
was left of the forest now became an endless open expanse
of sand a wilderness. We rode without stopping until at last
I could not see any remnants of the Castle of the Moon nor
anything in any other direction.
This was a desert like none other Id ever experienced. There
were no dunes, palm trees or any vegetation at all. In fact,
the desert floor was absolutely flat and devoid of all life.
My horse rode valiantly, but I could feel her pace slowing
down. The sun blazed relentlessly overhead. I took the
Queens veil and placed it over my face. The scent of the
moon was woven into the silk and it sustained me long after
the unicorn could go no further. Her thick hide had become
like the texture of clay and I feared that she would soon
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melt; an image I could not bear. I dismounted. Her eyes were
downcast. I thanked her and sent her on her way. Go home,
go to your Lady and be well.
My white vestments were soaked with sweat. I turned round
and round looking in every direction for some sign of life.
There was none. The white sand made no sound as I plodded
haplessly not knowing in what direction I was heading. It all
seemed to be a hallucination. Heat shimmered upwards in
waves, distorting the horizon. Words randomly flew about in
my mind as I held onto memories. Without them I would
disappear. They provided me the compass I lacked: I knew
not where I was going but at least I knew where Id been. I
tried attaching bits of memory to my present state of
misfortune. And that gave rise to the image of the fortune
cookie and its cryptic message: Sow your golden seeds in
white foliated earth.
Certainly this sand must be the white earth, but what was I
to make of the word foliated. It wasnt a word in my
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vocabulary. I toyed with it awhile and through association
recalled that women undergo foliation in their beauty
treatments. Images came to mind of flesh being stretched
and pulled, smoothing out wrinkles and crows feet. Then it
occurred to me that contrary to the weight I should be
feeling from fatigue, quite the opposite was happening. I was
feeling lighter, brighter and whiter. A wind began to blow
from behind. At first it came in waves as if to nudge me
along. With each gust I felt as if gravity was being drained
from my body. I was being foliated; being made elastic,
growing thinner and thinner. I was losing my weight. My
clothes flapped in the wind like flags lashed to a pole. Once
the wind had become constant and I knew what to do - I let
go.
If there is any one experience that makes you feel like a god
it is flying. And here I was sailing along, arms outstretched,
feeling like Icarus. Unlike him however, I had no wings and
no desire to fly close to the broiling sun. In fact, the wind
carried me along parallel to the sand below not more than
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twenty to thirty feet above the ground. I felt as light as a
feather as I flew off into the unknown. It was an exhilarating
sensation that seemed to last for an eternity.
My bliss was abruptly cut short when I suddenly crashed
head on into a huge, red tent. I literally bounced off its
angular roof and flew backwards to the ground. I could feel
some of the gravity returning to my body, sufficient enough
to allow me to walk without flying off again. I sat there
pondering this strange and massive tent out of which arose
plumes of smoke and the smell of rotten eggs.
The winds died down and the presence of sound returned. I
heard the flutter of the tents canvas walls billowing like sails
on a boat. Summoning up my courage I made my way to the
entrance. Deftly I opened the front panel and found myself
nose to nose with a brown-skinned, turbaned man. The point
of his sharp dagger was beneath my chin, causing my head
to tilt back slightly. Despite my fright I stared directly into his
eyes as if this would keep me safe.
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Its about time, he said at last. He studied my face as if it
were a map of a familiar place. As he lowered his dagger, air
rushed back into my lungs and my heart starting beating
again.
How did you know it was me? I managed to ask.
Have you looked around? There is no one else here but you,
so whom else might I have expected?
Confused and a bit delirious I dropped into one of the many
cushions spread about the tent.
Even in your condition you must be hungry. Have you a
stomach to hold this soup Ive made?
It was actually a good question and I had to put my hand to
my abdomen to make certain that I could indeed hold
something down.
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Yes, I replied, I am hungry.
He took out two bowls and with a metal ladle poured the
soup. I removed the Queens kerchief noticing a small bloody
red tear in it. The soup tasted awful. I couldnt imagine what
it was made of. But its effect on me was welcome. It
consolidated my body, adding greater weight that pressed
me deeper into the pillow. My light-headedness was also
diminishing and I was thinking more clearly. Still I hadnt
regained my normal weight and from time to time I would
slip off into the air. It was a bit embarrassing.
We ate without saying a word; in between bites we looked at
each other. This time, it was he who looked familiar to me.
He realized this and said straight out, I told you I would care
for your soul.
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I was dumbfounded. It was the shaman! My emotions twisted
and turned like two birds mating in mid air, oblivious to the
earth that was fast approaching.
Its you! I shouted accusingly. You got me into this
nightmare and then disappeared.
You asked for my help. You asked for sleep and so here you
are, fast asleep. He responded casually.
Well thats just fine, but how the hell do I get myself out of
here?! I couldnt get too angry because I knew now more
than ever that I needed his help.
I said I would care for your soul and so I have. You met her
and nearly married her but obviously there is still work to be
done.
You are talking about the Queen. She is my soul?
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Of course, how could you not have known that? Why pray
tell would she come to you and even be willing to marry?
She said she was the Great Mother.
Indeed she is, as all souls are.
I was still stunned by my realization that this was the
shaman. But even greater than my curiosity about his arrival
or the Queens identity was my desire to get out of this crazy
dream.
You got me into this sleep, now how do you propose to get
me out? I want to wake up, I said, half-demanding, half
pleading with him.
Your wish is my command. He said in such a way that I
could not tell whether he was joking or not.
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laboratory door. It was made of lead and had a strange
picture engraved into it. There were the images of two
people, a man and a woman in a very unusual position: the
woman was bent over on the left and the man was in a
sitting position on the right; their buttocks nearly touched
and both their left arms were extended behind them. There
were four birds, each seated on their heads and feet. Below
them was a circle containing three hearts with snakes
emanating out of each.
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The picture unnerved me. At the same time my curiosity
grew to a pitch. I held it in check sufficiently so that I kept
myself from entering the laboratory. Again, losing my
concentration I found myself floating off to the other side of
the room. In a clever move I thought I might sneak around to
the back of the tent and satisfy my curiosity with a quick
peek. I stole my way to the rear of the tent and as quietly as
possible lifted the canvas just high enough to look in.
Astonished by what I saw I dropped the canvas quickly and
ran back to the entrance. I took my seat pretending that Id
not moved an inch.
Fortunately the door was still shut, giving me enough time to
regain my composure. How could it be that there was no
laboratory? All I saw was the inside of this very same room. I
had no time to digest this thought for at that moment the
shaman returned carrying a large, heavy goblet.
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Your spirit is restless. This will settle you down and prepare
you for your next lesson.
Although I wasnt exactly sure what my first lesson was, I
took the goblet and poured its contents down in one gulp. It
felt as if Id swallowed an anchor.
Grimacing and choking I managed to ask, What was that?
Gold.
Silence is Golden
Knowing I could no longer speak, the alchemist said bluntly,
One of the first rules of good sleep is not to be chattering
away when your body is trying to rest. Talking in your sleep
shows that you have not properly shifted from daytime
talking to the other faculties that reign during sleep. For
example, seeing and listening are the skills that will help you
get the most out of sleep. Nature paralyzes your body for
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this reason: so that when you are dreaming you will pay
attention. But, like the saying goes you can lead a horse to
water but you cant make him drink. You have much to learn
about putting your mind in harmony with the work. Now that
you are unable to talk perhaps you will listen. But, I enlist
your cooperation. Listening with your inner mind is more
than just hearing sounds. Thus far you have managed to
learn many of the operations of the Art. For the most part
you have been lucky. Mercurius has looked down on you with
favor. But remember miracles favor a prepared mind. Your
journey through Sleepy Hollow taught you the essence of
alchemy. We must dissolve not just our problems in order to
arrive at solutions but in the Work we dissolve our entire
being in order to be born anew.
This was your initiation and you did well to re-assemble
yourself using imaginatio or what you call remembering.
Mercurius blessed you again when you were allowed into the
labyrinth of the Self and there found the hundred-petalled
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rose. This gave you access to your Soul, the White Queen.
She gave you a taste of what her wisdom feels like, but you
were not sufficiently ready to have her take permanent
residence in your body. For this you needed to be purified.
The kindly spirits of the winds blew most of those gross
particles out of you: bad habits, negative thoughts, and
disbelief in the world beyond the physical one. You have
learned something of Natures power: the water or solutio,
earth or coagulatio, air and its operation ofsublimatio and
now you face your final lesson: the trial by fire, calcinatio.
I froze at the thought of what this trial by fire might involve.
Come with me. He said in a more gentle voice. He led me
outside the tent and into the flat desert. The sun was near
the horizon and the full moon was rising in the opposite
direction. We waited in silence until the sky was mixed with
an equal share of day and night. The shaman alchemist
walked twenty paces away from me and with eyes closed he
stretched out his arms and his delicate long hands. He
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became a silhouette against the purple sky. At first my eyes
focused on the black cross formed by his figure, but then my
eyes lit up as I saw two celestial globes in either hand. I
could not tell the difference. Was he holding the sun in the
right hand and the moon in his left? Rationally, I knew how
much larger the sun was but at this very moment the two
were perfectly equal in size.
Although I could not see his face I heard him say, The Sun
and the Shadow complete the work. The recipe was not
especially spoken to me, but rather he was speaking it for
the world to hear. But, his next words were clearly meant for
my ears. You must create the inner space where all things
great and small have room to exist. Both Queen and King
must be made to feel at home in your mind. Night is not the
enemy to day. Day is not the enemy of night. They are two
sides to the same coin as is everything in life. Your task is to
create the condition where they are held together. Then
possibly all opposites might integrate and become the One.
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Then, he switched again to addressing the world, As Above,
So Below for the Making of the One Thing.
In order to find equanimity you must be at one with the
movements of the earth, its mother, the moon and its father,
the sun. With this I watched as he went through a set of
yoga-like movements. First, he spread his feet and arms far
apart, making the silhouette of his body appear like a star.
He then drew his feet together and stretched out his arms
forming the image of a black cross. He held each position for
a several minutes. Next, he brought both arms down to his
sides and moved his feet apart. This time the silhouette
looked like an arrow. And finally, he brought both feet back
together and raised his arms above his head joining his
hands as if to pray. He stood in this way, perfectly straight.
The shadow dance continued through these motions in
complete silence: star, cross, arrow, line.
After a hundred or so repetitions I began to feel their effect.
As I stood speechless I felt movement under my feet. The
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more I concentrated on it the more it increased, until at last I
feared losing my balance. I realized that I was feeling the
movement the earth. Yes, this was earth again. It was
familiar but shocking. I literally felt the earth revolving on its
axis. The alchemist then changed to his arrow position and
my attention was directed to the full moon. This time I felt no
movement, but rather an affinity between the earth and the
moon. I reflected on the fact that the moon does not rotate
on her axis. She is always looking at us like a dreaming soul
mirroring the suns distant light.
The alchemist moved again into his star position and again I
felt the movement palpably in my body. Both moon and
earth this time were rotating in orbit around the sun. This
movement was much subtler and I had to concentrate more
deeply to feel the effect. By this time, my body instinctively
mimicked the alchemists movements and with each
repetition the internal effect became more pronounced. In
time I felt the whole orchestration of movements, even that
of the sun speeding through space. It was a calculus of
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celestial movement that I could bear for only an instant
before I collapsed dizzied