Category: Dreams & Meditation
Posts on dreamwork and the meditative practices that loosen the boundary between waking life and what shows up when we’re quiet enough to receive it.
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Not So Clear but Present
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree. I have not slept well the past two nights. There’s turbulent energy in the air around me. For the past two days, the Ten of Pentacles has been standing in front of me. I see him in my mind’s eye. From the Bookshelf…
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Harm None vs. Just Allow
Going back to bed now. The dreams over the past few days have been really odd—like being sentenced to be strangled with rope and choked to death with crystalline rocks and knowing that even though my end was coming, my big concern was in having the freedom up until the hour of my hanging to…
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Back to the Pit?
A brief meditation, the fountain bright, the forest full of light — and a man at the edge of it, eyeing the long, black tunnel down to a pit he chose once before. This time, I don’t descend.
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Meditation: Warnings
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree. In the meditation, I barely made it into the enchanted forest area before I noticed the fountain. The past few times, it’s been overflowing and I’ve been drinking from it, as has my visitor. This time, the water was low. Still as fresh,…
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Don’t Test Me
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. For the past couple of weeks, I’ve had the feeling that my heart was closed off. It would seem that this would have happened months ago rather than weeks ago but this sense of being closed down has come more recently, almost like it…
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Facing the Blood-Red Storm
One of my “brood” is having a rough time right now. I know it because I can feel it. Not completely sure which one it is, male I think, but I’ve checked in on everyone I usually feel such connections to except for three, and two of them are male. I’m not likely to hear…
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Crows and Flowers
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree. I’ve noticed, for the past few weeks, that there are crows everywhere. When I ran an errand at lunch to Ace Hardware, I saw probably a dozen flying around Merchants’ Walk. I noticed this before, a few times, but usually going in a…
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I’m Hyperventilating
Wowser. That was…amazing. Sometimes my dreams take on a different “texture” so that they’re an odd blend of being in a twilight place where I talk to the Higher Selves of others. It’s a slightly less “controlled” form of communication than when I walk between the worlds in my meditations. In my meditations, it’s generally…
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Meditations: What’s in My Attic?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. Over the past couple of years, I’ve noted that my meditations include “metaphysical houses,” which are representative “structures” of the inner workings of a person, community, partnership, or situation. I didn’t set out to visit such places but rather, I just landed there and…
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Meditations: Jesus Looks Like M. Night Shyamalan?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. I’ve been trying to connect with the child who’s following me but haven’t been very successful. So far, he’s appeared on the edge of my Meditative Forest, a little wary of the man who seems to have taken up residence in this private place…
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The Child Who Calls to Me
Although my daughters are teens now, they still call me the same thing they did as little girls. “Mommy.” Except around their friends. They try to be cooler than and just not call me anything. I like being called “Mommy,” so as they’ve gotten older, I’ve never discouraged it or insisted they call me “Mom”…
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Intimate Meditations
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in “Third Degree Rising.” The last few meditations, since I went into the Underworld and brought him back with me, the man has been in the forest where my dreaming starts. Usually just sitting on the grass with me or enjoying the sunshine that filters down through the trees…
