tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post3830994358997757390..comments2024-03-24T17:49:05.886-04:00Comments on The Robert Moss BLOG: Images as energy carriersMarcia Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04530003059608361331noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-26754402073274845972010-03-01T08:07:50.034-05:002010-03-01T08:07:50.034-05:00Olive - Thanks for the clarity and depth of your e...Olive - Thanks for the clarity and depth of your explanation. Whatever the constraints, if I felt so deeply at odds with my home environment, and my dreams were reinforcing those feelings, it would be imperative for me to take a decisive initiative to get out of there, and trust that the universe will support me. If there are circumstances that make a move impossible for now, I would need to seek ways to make the best out of the situation. Again, the hawk sign is excellent counsel; I need to be fully aware that my attitudes are going before me on my life road, and help to generate what I encounter.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-29587731748076190652010-02-27T20:30:04.448-05:002010-02-27T20:30:04.448-05:00I appreciate your thoughtful response to my situat...I appreciate your thoughtful response to my situation, Robert, however, I would like to elaborate. This is not simply a "boo-hoo-woe-is-me" rejection of this place, but rather a visceral renunciation that occurs quite without my conscious participation. I feel I don't belong here -- not just in this house, but in this landscape. As much as you felt (from your book I take this info) that upstate NY was where you "should" be, at a certain time, I feel equally that this place is where I should "not" be. And try as I might -- for indeed I don't take to pouting -- I cannot reconcile myself to this place. I'm not saying I go around wringing my hands everyday, because I do acknowledge the good, and the beauty, in this place whenever I can, but still the heart and soul longs to be elsewhere. That's what I meant, when I said I "hate". (And truly, I do feel it's the correct word.) This place has held too much sadness, and I'm a psychic sponge, I think. A year before I moved to this place -- long before it was even on our radar of places to move to -- I had a dream that I would die in this landscape. After we moved here, I was reading my dream journal, and gave myself a spiritual coronary, because I had described this specific place, right down to its skivvies! I stopped dreaming (almost) ... nothing that ever came together, in any case, until about 2 years ago, after (much after) the hawk incident, and now I barely sleep for the disturbing dreams. I have always listened to my dreams, and am good at interpreting my own, and helping others guide their own way through, but this latter phase has boggled the mind. I came to this blog, in point of fact, led by a quest to find an answer to this nightmare (pun intended) and led by Jung's memoirs. An internet search, and a radio programme led me here. Not "coincidentally" because there are no coincidences, Jung reminds me. :-) [I only feel compelled to explain further because I felt I opened this particular Pandora's box, but did not explain accurately what was meant.]Olivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05482340959811761828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-66273842328646452252010-02-27T03:25:01.263-05:002010-02-27T03:25:01.263-05:00Olive - The unusual "in your face" behav...Olive - The unusual "in your face" behavior of that hawk would lead me to slow down and think, very carefully, about the possible consequences of my present mode of thinking. If I go on telling myself that I hate the place were I live, while denying myself any present possibility of moving, it feels to me like I am condemning myself to a very unhappy situation. I might try a different approach. This would involve, retending every day that my home situation is actually fine, and seeking to find one new good thing about it every day. That would not prevent me from putting out new feelers in the course of effecting a change, and those "new feelings" might include asking my dreams for specific guidance.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-17562169802808954392010-02-27T03:18:54.595-05:002010-02-27T03:18:54.595-05:00Thanks JaneE. So much in life depends on whether w...Thanks JaneE. So much in life depends on whether we remember that we want to CHOOSE, at every turning, where we turn the energy of our attention.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-70337688545268304762010-02-26T18:19:34.520-05:002010-02-26T18:19:34.520-05:00Hi Robert,
I saw first-hand how a shift in self-im...Hi Robert,<br />I saw first-hand how a shift in self-image (and a little chocolate cake) changed my energy for the better last weekend. I love this, "images as energy carriers". I tried it with my neighbor who was stuck in the energy of illness and saw her change before my eyes when she began imagining herself as feeling better. You taught us well- to bring a dream to someone in need of one-and this discussion of imagery relates beautifully to what I've learned in your dream teacher training program.Jane Carletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05641713749105165230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-15711332172379666602010-02-25T18:43:23.066-05:002010-02-25T18:43:23.066-05:00Goosebumps, and I don't quite know the reason....Goosebumps, and I don't quite know the reason. I've only encountered a hawk, as a "guide" once in my life, and I am still puzzled over the meaning of its presence. Here is the context: I live in a place which my spirit rejects. Put simply, I hate living here. Circumstances are such that I can't move, at present. One day, three years ago, when I was returning home (to this place) down a dusty country road, and musing how much I hated going back there, a hawk swooped down low in front of my car -- so low that I had to slam on the brakes because I thought I would hit him. He did not rise again, though. Instead, he continued his trajectory down the middle of the road, low enough that he was always in my sights, without having to raise my eyes. Every time I would slow down, so would he. This continued for the better part of two kilometres -- almost the entire length of the concession road I was driving on. I have never experienced anything like this -- before, or since. <br /><br />He led the way until I came to the intersection where I would turn left to go home. He made one big swoop above the car, and then up -- up -- up he went. Just as I was turning, he swooped down again, and then swooped back up and was gone. <br /><br />I was riveted. Puzzled. "goosebumpy" even then. Can't for the life of me know if he meant for me to stay (guiding me home to the place I hate) or whether he was saying, "fly away, ... like this ... like me..."<br /><br />In another vein, I have often struggled with name/identity. I adopted a new name when I was quite young, feeling the new identity suited exactly who I was. And yet, now, I turn to wanting my old name back, my birth name, because I find this new "adopted" name of mine no longer suits my identity. Interesting topic. I always felt that my birth name described who I was, but didn't suit me for a time -- because I had to get away from all that connected me to the old life. Now, as painful as that old life was, I need to reconnect to it.<br /><br />Thank you both for a most interesting reflection. (I would add the "accent grave" on your name Irene, but I've forgotten how to re-engage the French keyboard. A peculiar thing -- for someone of French-speaking origins. Voila.... le mystere de la vie.Olivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05482340959811761828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-34534514432030336532010-02-25T06:51:42.751-05:002010-02-25T06:51:42.751-05:00Dear Irène - Hawk signs have been very important t...Dear Irène - Hawk signs have been very important to me since I moved to North America. A sign from a hawk influenced me, more than 20 years ago, to purchase the farm where I was drawn into the dreaming of an indigenous people of these parts. Three hawks in arrow formation would seem like a most significant pointer.<br /><br />I strongly believe that we must claim our names. This is a primary level of self-definition. In many indigenous culture, a significant vision or change of status will bring a radical change of name. In all phases of my present life, I have found that the name I was given suits my energy; all I've neded to do was recall its original meaning and defend it against abbreviation or trivialization (I get dangerous if someone calls me "Bob"). I like the idea that adding a grave accent has been sufficient to keep your name in harmony with your deepening life.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-1968903392878367512010-02-25T03:30:46.331-05:002010-02-25T03:30:46.331-05:00Thanks Olive & Robert for the exchange on rein...Thanks Olive & Robert for the exchange on reincarnation.<br /><br />Early last Spring I began going through an unexpected lift shift that continues today.<br /><br />I was in Pennsylvania, looking south towards the Blue Mountains and above my head in a clear blue sky I saw three hawks fly out from behind me in a perfect arrowhead triangle form into the horizon. (This is the only time in my life I can remember seeing hawks as a sign.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When I came back to France, I saw three hawks in the parking lot where I work. A colleague, a bird-watcher who photographed the hawks, explained to me that they were in transit and that the mother bird had most likely had her baby "en route" which would explain why these birds were settled on lamp posts and not in trees. The birds stayed three days.<br /><br />Shortly afterwards, I participated in a "Renaissance" workshop that ended a chapter of my life. Upon leaving the workshop, I had no idea what I was going to do but knew with utter certainty that everything, every single thing to the smallest detail in my life would change. <br /><br />And it did and my dreams were the only source to answer my question, "And if my life were mine? And I could do anything; what would I do?"<br /><br />And my name did change. Not a lot -I just added an accent to the "è" for the French pronunciation of my name has significant meaning for me.Irènehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18298924575240330962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-48109279598836075652010-02-19T17:36:28.298-05:002010-02-19T17:36:28.298-05:00Nosology Could equally have been called Gnosology ...Nosology Could equally have been called Gnosology the art of Enlightenment nes pas?<br />cobwebcobwebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04701847617673790053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-85139152712282889842010-02-19T10:38:52.468-05:002010-02-19T10:38:52.468-05:00Patricia - I enjoyed your description of the exper...Patricia - I enjoyed your description of the experiment in imagining putting on those industrial ear muffs. I'm tempted to recommend this to a friend who frequently complains about noisy neighbors, but I guess we'd need to give her clear working instructions about how and when to take those imaginal ear muffs off :-)Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-38710445569424949762010-02-18T16:41:52.263-05:002010-02-18T16:41:52.263-05:00It is certainly true that the body believes in ima...It is certainly true that the body believes in imagery. I heard about an experiment where one group of people were exposed to a very loud noise, loud enough to result in them becoming deaf for just a short time. The second group of people were given a creative visualization exercise which involved putting on imaginary, industrial type ear muffs. They were then exposed to the same loud noise. None of the second group exerienced any deafness at all.<br />Yesterday, I worked with a lady who has been afraid to go into her backyard. After a session using classical music and her spontaenous images, she now has a little dog who will make it feel safer for her.<br />Do I believe in the power of imagery, I sure do.<br />Much love<br />Patrici from OzPatriciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05236863286312188694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-59421362793124166722010-02-18T14:16:22.150-05:002010-02-18T14:16:22.150-05:00Hi Robert, Your wisdom, the scope of your knowled...Hi Robert, Your wisdom, the scope of your knowledge and your experience astound and inspire.<br /><br />As it happens, I enjoyed a visit from Harahel today at the Ultra Violet Cafe, of all places.Dianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02877662692937041007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-55153195910101298572010-02-18T11:27:06.601-05:002010-02-18T11:27:06.601-05:00Thanks, Robert. And perhaps that was a question of...Thanks, Robert. And perhaps that was a question of putting the fingers to the keyboard a moment too soon, in my case. After I posted my comment, as I mused upon the implications, I thought... Well, what he "probably" meant was the type of reincarnation that we all experience when something lifechanging occurs -- like the snake, sloughing off the old skin, and crawling off into a new life. Transformation, then, rather than reincarnation? But then, of course, if the impact is great enough, life changing enough, it would indeed be a reincarnation. (I am musing now about your previous life, before delving into the world of dreams -- miles apart from the professional life you led for so many years, and yet, in a way, returning to it, to the realms and experiences of your childhood.) Yes, point taken very well. I'm too much of a hair splitter, and dwell in the intellect more than I should. More than my spirit tells me I should.Olivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05482340959811761828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-56104014012305862402010-02-18T08:42:50.454-05:002010-02-18T08:42:50.454-05:00For the curious-
When I got home last night I look...For the curious-<br />When I got home last night I looked up Harahel in David Godwin's trusty "Cabalistic Encyclopedia". It gives Herochiel as a variant of the name. Personally, Herochiel rolls off the tongue better for me personally so that is the name I will adress this angel by -and the one by which I will build up its telesmatic image.Justin Patrick Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13354354033674548466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-48428516735305898722010-02-18T04:50:18.832-05:002010-02-18T04:50:18.832-05:00Labrīt, Marika - I am glad you mentioned Loyola an...Labrīt, Marika - I am glad you mentioned Loyola and the Spiritual Exercises. The "composition of place" that he taught and practiced is indeed a very powerful thing. Jacques LeGoff, the great French historian of l'imaginaire has argued (in "The Birth of Purgatory") that such techniques have generated collective belief territories in nonordinary reality.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-60362151953649068992010-02-18T04:23:58.883-05:002010-02-18T04:23:58.883-05:00Hi, Robert!
When I participated at your workshop I...Hi, Robert!<br />When I participated at your workshop I noticed that you are using images and imaging in the same way as it is done in Spiritual Exercises by St. Ignatius of Loyola. <br />It is very powerful thing!Marika Ievahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05124082819786690336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-89461798330713535922010-02-17T22:49:40.534-05:002010-02-17T22:49:40.534-05:00Savannah - There certainly seems to be some synchr...Savannah - There certainly seems to be some synchronicity at play in the incident with the broken dish. I'm not familiar with the stidy on PTSD that you quote, but I've had some success with war vets who have images that are initially only horrible and recurring - by going with them into that dark forest of images and helping them to find a way through.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-8460524695489160692010-02-17T22:46:33.210-05:002010-02-17T22:46:33.210-05:00Nancy - In my native Austalia, I grew up with a st...Nancy - In my native Austalia, I grew up with a strange and wondrous story titled "The Magic Pudding". May that pudding image work magic for you and those you help as a vision trainer. You clearly know, from your own experience, that the body believes in imagery - indeed, it seems that the body does not distinguish a vivid imaginal event from a physical one - and this can be the key to great healing.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-20922798685709369372010-02-17T22:43:49.939-05:002010-02-17T22:43:49.939-05:00Justin - I'll be most interested to hear wheth...Justin - I'll be most interested to hear whether using the name of Harahel adds to your experience of the Library Angel!Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-27459763815818978352010-02-17T22:41:54.875-05:002010-02-17T22:41:54.875-05:00Alla - I think I like the voice that spoke to you ...Alla - I think I like the voice that spoke to you about the "majesty of the universe". To move from one level of consciousness and being (notice I don't separate the two) to another often involves the passage through some kind of divider, which may appear as a wall, a blank or dark screen, a cloud, a net, or a kind of membrane. An old exercise in the Western esoteric schools brings you up against a blank wall in which you have to create - really create - a door that is not initially there. Timing and right preparation are of the essence here. We are blocked or challenged in these journeys by obstacles and gatekeepers - and "dwellers at the threshold" - to ensure we are ready to go further, and that we are headed in the right direction, and that we are traveling at the right time, with permission. When we are allowed through, we are required to change our senses and our undertanding to grasp the logic of a deeper reality. I write about such things in some detail in my book "Dreamgates".Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-68558544637937967722010-02-17T22:31:42.151-05:002010-02-17T22:31:42.151-05:00Olive - I don't think you'll find the answ...Olive - I don't think you'll find the answers you are seeking on this question in Kaufmann's book, except by inference. I was quoting those who had the privilege of knowing him and working with him. I do know, from my own experience, that some of us succeed - rarely without pain and great challenge - in reincarnating ourselves, in the sense that a tremendous sea-change in our lives changes us in fundamental ways, bringing in an aspect of the larger Self that may not have been embodied before, and dismissing, at least for a time, aspects of the persona that may previously have been dominant. When this happens in a positive way, it means a shift from valuation (i.e. valuing what the world and the little self judge important) to value (i.e., orienting to a larger purpose) , and is a sacred experience. In ancient and indigenous tradition, such a change is recognized as a deep initiation and may lead to the initiate taking a new name. The further challenge remains of recognizing and integrating the previous life story, with its gifts and its karma. I am writing now about something I have lived, and that I think Jung, among others, lived also.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-57012546339757894342010-02-17T18:36:40.842-05:002010-02-17T18:36:40.842-05:00Hello Robert
Now you've really captured my at...Hello Robert<br /><br />Now you've really captured my attention. (Not that this hadn't occurred before, mind you, but... but...) every light bulb in my head went on at once with the idea that Kaufmann believed, as you do, that we reincarnate ourselves within our present lifetimes. Why this intuitive and visceral reaction, all at once, I can't say; and I'm not even certain I understand it fully, but I will certainly have to investigate this further. Unfair, probably to ask you to "tell me more" in the space of this blog, but I would appreciate any references to this intriguing topic ... as I walk, nay start running ... to the nearest library. (I'm very new to this forum, in every respect: both in topic, and in medium.)Olivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05482340959811761828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-86101604134654170122010-02-17T17:13:52.533-05:002010-02-17T17:13:52.533-05:00This is so interesting Robert, and nice to meet th...This is so interesting Robert, and nice to meet the library angel by name at last! I remember reading some time ago about PTSD and corresponding neurochemical changes in the visual cortex that interfere with the ability to produce healing images... I very much relate to grounding dream material in the earthy specifics of object-reality. I may have played that game with a waking dream shard when I heard white porcelain dishes clatter to the ground at a local restaurant yesterday, wondering who dropped the plate and could be losing their meal. A short while later I learnt that particular staff person had accepted a counterfeit $100 bill earlier had offered to repay management. And since a broken plate doesn't spontaneously reassemble I suppose the epoxy glue would also qualify as a stinker? Though despite the broken dish there's always more stew where that came from... And I am grateful for more food for thought, as always!Savannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17742991823988063247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-33233877712219068562010-02-17T15:50:39.270-05:002010-02-17T15:50:39.270-05:00Robert,
Working with dream or imaginal images is a...Robert,<br />Working with dream or imaginal images is a favorite topic of mine, especially as it relates to healing. I've mentioned to 2 separate people in the past few days, both seeking vision help, that I use a dream image of pudding settling into a dish. I see my eyeballs softening and relaxing, maybe emitting a sigh of pleasure, as they settle back into their sockets, to counteract that straining-forward myopic stare. I have so many of these, but I always encourage people to come up with their own. Maybe pudding is stressful to them!<br /><br />Thanks, as always.<br />NancyNancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05156176014470929754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-65838620620484375692010-02-17T14:25:47.789-05:002010-02-17T14:25:47.789-05:00Thank you for this brief orientation on a very dow...Thank you for this brief orientation on a very down to earth and practical way of working with images. Thanks also for the name of the Library Angel, Harahel, an important clue for a piece of writing I am doing, and now I have the name to go with the image. Interestingly enough Harahel is also one of the seventy-two names comprising the Shemhamphorae. When I get a chance I'll write the word out in Hebrew and then I'll really have the image and the name.Justin Patrick Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13354354033674548466noreply@blogger.com