This dream was scribed about a month ago...
My beloved, Itom, and I are on an adventure to find the home of the Amorastreya's. We find them in an esoteric location. We are invited in and sit together. Non-linearly, there are moments of one on one time with Ka, and there are moments of one on one with Adam. While with Ka, she speaks to me of being a wife. Of her dance. In another moment, I am dancing and silver tendrils of energy, like glass, that can be touched solid are spiraling up and out of/into my body, as if suspending me in space from the far reaches of the verse. I hold onto to two of them, arms stretched up and out while I spin and spin and spin and spin like a Dervish. I remember feeling the strength of my body like never before, waves of ecstatic sensations.
In another, I am with Adam in another room. Before us are silver metal discs connected to rods, centralized, orbiting. On one of them is a tall, skinny glass of white liquid, like milk. I intensely feel into the words he is saying, "this is the milk of our Source Star" standing out and animating beautiful emotions within me, with invisible trails of stories to decode... "You and I are from the same star source." I feel the color blue.
In shared space, we are sitting in the living room. My friend Leigh and my parents have joined us. Adam asks me what I feel 2013 will bring. I looked at my father, his expression full of fear, while I say "Extraterrestrial presence like never before...." My mother has a blank look on her face, staring at me. I ask Adam the same, and as he begins to answer along the same lines, galactic remembrance.... out of another room, slithers in silence, a White Jaguar, HUGE. I am to understand that this is Adam and Ka's "pet" jaguar or Guardian. She comes right up to me, sniffs me out; As if to approve, she begins to shift with a more human expression, yet remaining jaguar form. She weaves mudras over my chest and belly, doing a form of qi gong, pulling these cords of energy from me. I am humbled and surrender to her. Adam is clearly amused by this, saying that this is a very special interaction that does not happen often. I lie on the ground, as if instinctively when I feel her about to pounce me. Instead of ripping into me, as I had thought she would do, she nuzzled me. I ran my hand across her white cheek. She hunched down in a protective power stance over me, and began to hiss and growl at everyone in the room. Adam laughs loudly and calls her off, saying "Alright, let's go outside!" Excited like a dog, she hops across the room, wagging her big white tail all the way out the door.
There is a gap in my recall of what occurred after that, but the sequence I remember next is this. There is a wild wind in the air, and I know that I need to take shelter from it, or I will die. Alone, I walk into this building and straight into this bathroom stall, with no toilet. Under the bottom of the stall slips a large lion, claiming his domain. Slyly, I slip under the wall to the stall next to it. The lion walks in circles, but stays in the stall next to me, as if to keep watch. I open my backpack. A girl comes into my stall. I know her, from somewhere. We sift through the objects in my bag, which include some old scrolls.
Three or four men show up, they have a bully energy. They start pushing me around and asking me to give them something. On the scrolls are sacred geometry and a light language. I refuse to give them the browned pages, afterall that is what they came for. I didn't seem to really understand the importance of these scrolls.
After some struggle and threats being made, I consent to copy one of the pages (of hundreds) for them, if they will leave us be. They are pleased. As I retrace the geometry of the page, I see in my mind a blinding white light. It stops me dead. I look through the light, which felt like looking through a mirror to the other side, and I see Adam Apollo. He tells me to stop, do not give them the geometry. It echos in my mind and I feel like Indiana Jones for a moment.... So I stop, and I tell them they must leave. They arrogantly huff and puff, grab me and say something like "Oh yeah? You won't give it to me. Well watch this." They drag me to a door, fling it open. It looks like a storage room of some sort. In the middle of the room is a table, and on the table lies the White Jaguar. She is, laughably, wearing the black bowler hat that I wear in my waking life. They pull out a pistol and shoot her in the stomach twice. A high pitched, yet low volume screech escapes from my mouth for a long time, and I awake.
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I feel so connected to her still, and I am still a bit perplexed by the sequence of these events. I understand that they are all positive, ultimately.... Angel Tribe? Any muses of reflection?
