Tuesday morning, September 8, 2009, wee-hours again, 3:30 a.m. to be exact, I awoke with a start after having a lucid dream about a large bear.
It was a forest, and there was a small clearing of maybe thirty feet, but the woods were thick and green. In the clearing was a great tree trunk laying on the ground. It was hollowed out, its diameter was 4' - 5' and about 20' - 25' long. It was weathered gray with age; it had no bark on the outside of it, only an ancient gray weathered rough surface. At one end, the tree trunk opened and there was light from the forest and the sky above filtering in.
I do not, however, remember anyone else being there, even though I had the distinct feeling that this was a ritual. I had to crawl through the tree trunk on my hands and knees from the darker end toward the lighted end that opened up. In the open end, there was a rudimentary swing of some kind, which I sat in and swung a few times, as if swinging beneath a tree's limb. As I got nearer to the lighted end, a large bear appeared. I managed to escape him, but he followed me through the edges of the forest. I returned several times to crawl on my hands and knees through the tube of the tree trunk, until the bear finally caught up with me.
The bear raised his paw, and scratched my face putting slash marks down my face with his claws. I could see the lines of blood on my face. I awoke with a start. It was 3:30 a.m.
The is the second night that I have been pursued by a power animal, the night before this, Monday at 2:30 a.m. the jaguar, this morning Tuesday at 3:30 a.m. by the bear.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A Power Animal in the Night
Sunday night, September 6, or I should more precisely say, Monday morning wee-hours, September 7, I had a shamanic dream. It was 2:30 a.m. and I awoke with a start. I had a lucid dream in full-blown color, sound and dimension.
A long-time friend whose name is Michael and I were were walking along a street in the neighborhood, where I grew up, Hollywood, Maryland. We were walking up a slight hill on the asphalt street just talking. There were a few people out and cars driving by beneath us on a parallel road. When we reached the top of the hill, for some reason, we had parted. My friend Michael was walking down the left sidewalk outside off the street. Between him and the street were grass and bushes. I was walking still on the asphalt paved street, but on the far right, when I froze in my tracks. On my friend's side of the street, right in front of him to the right was a beautiful jaguar. He did not see it; it not see him. Michael kept on walking.
At first, I was worried about my friend Michael, then as he walked by the jaguar and down the hill, I knew that he was safe; however, more importantly I knew that the jaguar not only was not interested in him, but also did not see him. At that moment, while I was standing frozen in place, the jaguar with its beautiful spots (at first, I thought that it was a tiger, then a leopard, then I knew that, for sure, that it was a jaguar) looked up at me. It was beautiful, powerful, threatening. It began to move toward me never taking its piercing eyes off of me. I ran to a nearby tree, that was shaped like an oak, or the Tree of Life, and I began to climb to escape the jaguar. I climbed the tree to the first branch level and held on, but the jaguar came. It reached up with its great paw, grabbed my leg and pulled at me. I awoke with a start.
The dream was shamanic.
A long-time friend whose name is Michael and I were were walking along a street in the neighborhood, where I grew up, Hollywood, Maryland. We were walking up a slight hill on the asphalt street just talking. There were a few people out and cars driving by beneath us on a parallel road. When we reached the top of the hill, for some reason, we had parted. My friend Michael was walking down the left sidewalk outside off the street. Between him and the street were grass and bushes. I was walking still on the asphalt paved street, but on the far right, when I froze in my tracks. On my friend's side of the street, right in front of him to the right was a beautiful jaguar. He did not see it; it not see him. Michael kept on walking.
At first, I was worried about my friend Michael, then as he walked by the jaguar and down the hill, I knew that he was safe; however, more importantly I knew that the jaguar not only was not interested in him, but also did not see him. At that moment, while I was standing frozen in place, the jaguar with its beautiful spots (at first, I thought that it was a tiger, then a leopard, then I knew that, for sure, that it was a jaguar) looked up at me. It was beautiful, powerful, threatening. It began to move toward me never taking its piercing eyes off of me. I ran to a nearby tree, that was shaped like an oak, or the Tree of Life, and I began to climb to escape the jaguar. I climbed the tree to the first branch level and held on, but the jaguar came. It reached up with its great paw, grabbed my leg and pulled at me. I awoke with a start.
The dream was shamanic.
Friday, September 4, 2009
2009 Woodward Stakes at Saratoga Springs
Tomorrow, September 5, 2009 is the 56th running of the $750,000 Woodward Stakes horse race at Saratoga Springs in New York.
My friend Mike Lydon made his pick, Rachel Alexandra for 1st.
I am going with the following Prediction:
1st: Cool Coal Man
2nd: Rachel Alexandra
3rd: Da' Tara.
Let's see what happens.
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