This week started fine. On Monday I received an invitation to a Biodanza session regarding the energy of money that was set to take place on Wednesday and, since I'm seeking to attract more wealth to my life at the moment, I accepted it on Tuesday. I'd been avoiding the group organizing this and other events for a year or so, honestly, because I felt they were mixing their spiritual service with something else, but I felt curious and tempted this time and figured it'd been long enough since I'd been there, so might as well give it a try. However, later that very day after supper, I started feeling strangely ill, with a mild fever and an upset stomach. I went to bed really early but couldn't get enough sleep, my belly ached and I just rolled in bed for hours almost until dawn.
I still pulled my Rune that day, but I couldn't sit and write a full post, so I only shared on my social media. I cancelled my attendance to the Biodanza and didn't have breakfast or lunch, spent the day sleeping and drinking water. By the time the Biodanza was supposed to start, I woke up from a nap feeling better though still with no appetite. All of this was significant to me and I was thankful for the situation as I felt it like a sort of cleansing. It was only at night that I could take some soup and got some proper rest. It was then that I got a message from a person who had taken a couple of Rune readings with me before, telling me that she felt she needed a new reading. I gladly accepted and we set the time for this Thursday night. My stomach sent me to the bathroom a few times during the day but the illness was nearly gone, and my friend Rebeca in Argentina offered to do a crossed card reading with me after my consultation.
It'd been quite a while since I had a full reading with someone, the experience was really awesome and the client was quite pleased. Afterwards, the reading that my friend gave me, which you can see here, was quite exciting and beautiful as well, so I went to bed satisfied and feeling good. That's when the dream came:
I was in a country estate that was so big it was also a small city. I'd been sent there to check up on a man in his 60s who was ill or injured. The llaneros (Venezuelan denomination for cowboys) had conflicting stories about what had happened, some said he'd been in an accident and others that he'd been in a fight. I finally caught a glimpse of the man through a window in the big house and he did indeed look in bad shape. Next I was in my grandmother's house but it was in the 1920s or something. It was nightfall and there was almost no light in the house. A group of men, all dressed up as cowboys with heavy jackets and hats, were sitting dourly in the living room, there was only one woman who was both my mom, my grandma and all of my female ancestors on both sides, and my dad was also there, again an ageless expression of all my male ancestry. A man was sitting near the door, he was the head of the family and had been the one who'd sent me to inquire about the old man, so I told him what I'd found. He was dismayed but unsurprised. I told him they hadn't let me in further because I wasn't a member of the family, that if he wanted to know more, he'd have to send me back as an official emissary or a brother. He said he'd consider it and thanked me. Then I was sitting on the couch again and found two $20 and one $4 banknote (that one clearly fake but still valid in the dream). It transformed into a $5 bill when someone handed the missing $1. The money was meant to cover my transportation and expenses for the trip back to the estate and other stuff (I just checked and that'd be worth about $680 today.)
That was the first part of the dream. The second part:
I was in a videogame and was both the player and the characters in it. My main point of view was that of a child who was coming out of a building with his (my) siblings, a girl and another boy, accompanied by a black lady who might have been our nanny, the housewife for the estate I'd visited in the previous part, or the mother of the housewife. There was chaos in the streets, people running everywhere, because apparently there was a shooting. I told my caretaker to move us to a particular location for safety and so she did. Then I was in a different part of the game where I was playing with my brothers, cousins and uncles. We were fighting with swords and old firearms like pistols and muskets from the 1,700s and 1,800s. A group of guys who were like vampires were trying to get me to kill other players, but I refused categorically and they eventually laughed and left. Then my family told me I had to be quick and figure out the correct locations and body parts for a series of pieces of equipment like leather bracers, gauntlets, hats and chest covers that were making the rounds on a carrousel-like inventory on the game's screen. I did that as best I could and then I went back to the building, but this time I was the woman holding the kids and I was also everyone running and the people causing the violence, so I knew exactly what was going on and where to go.
Now comes the last and most important part:
I was in the slum house where I grew up which was also my grandmother's house, but this time it was full of both sunlight and electrical lighting. All of the women in my maternal family were in the living room, but mainly my sisters and all of my aunts as well as my grandma herself. They were all tending to my mom who was giving birth, but she was also my dad and myself, and the one being born was also me. She was unable to do it. The women around her/dad/me sang, prayed, massaged her belly and put wet towels on her forehead, but she/we didn't look in pain, the image was actually quite serene. I detached from her/them as an adult and started telling a story to her/them, and only then I was born. Immediately after that, I went to sleep within the same dream. Some time later I woke up startled because I felt that the women were still worrying in the living room. A cousin of mine was in the bedroom and told me that the childbirth process wasn't finished, so I rushed shirtless and in shorts to the living room and my eldest sister was relieved, asking me to tell another story so mom herself could be born. The place where a woman's body should be was an empty chair, however, and at the headrest there was an aquarium full of water, and a Golden Retriever puppy was within. Another puppy, a brown Labrador, was already on the chair and it was my dad. They both looked at me with bright, clean, innocent eyes full of love as if they'd been expecting me. The puppy that was my mom had beautiful long eyelashes. The sunlight was streaming through the window of the house's main door as I told them the story that allowed them to be born.
I woke up from this dream with a profound feeling of bliss and instantly remembered the card reading, as the symbolism and meaning were all over the dream's imagery. Then I had to rush to the bathroom for a continuation of my cleansing, hahahaha. Not a tremendously romantic end to this post, is it? Still, I wanted to share the whole experience with you here and I did.
Rune of the day: Algiz inverted
Come out from your cover and expose yourself to circumstance, the shielding that protects you also prevents your growth. Faith may be a gamble, but hesitation is an even greater risk, for while belief may indeed lead to failure, doubt guarantees it; a cynical attitude does not facilitate the harnessing of possibilities and is never conducive to revelation. Shed your pride, it keeps you from making progress and away from those who might help you; stand naked in the wind, kneel and relearn the prayers of your ancestors, they shall not desert you in your time of need. What good are science and reason if your mind is troubled and your heart is broken? Reconnect with the fire of your spirit, find the courage for your new baptism, pronounce your vows of service, it is not intellect but your hope and trust that can vanquish your fears.
