* Keep a journal. Date each entry and give it a title. This is going to become the most important book on dreams you will ever read: your personal encyclopedia of symbols, our data log for “supernormal” phenomena like clairvoyance and precognition, a place where you dialog with your Self and your inner teachers, a workout for the writer and creator in you.
Thursday, October 14, 2021
How dreaming gets us through
* Keep a journal. Date each entry and give it a title. This is going to become the most important book on dreams you will ever read: your personal encyclopedia of symbols, our data log for “supernormal” phenomena like clairvoyance and precognition, a place where you dialog with your Self and your inner teachers, a workout for the writer and creator in you.
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
Dreaming into Egyptian Blue
After a murky sequence in my dreams one night,
when I needed to avoid various dangers and distractions, I found myself lying
at the edge of the ocean in marvelous gleaming morning sunlight. With my legs
in the water, I enjoyed the waves lapping over my lower chest, and the warmth
of the early sun, turning the whitecaps of the blue sea into gold.
As I
surfaced from this dream, I thought, What a perfectly simple and lovely image
to linger in, for relaxation, cleansing and healing. So I stayed in bed,
putting myself back into that gentle feast of color and rhythm. As I drifted in
my conscious dream, a blue form separated from the blues of sea and sky. It
moved like the finest silk and seemed to extend from shoulder-height into the
sky. It seemed to me that it was some kind of pathway. I let myself join this
blue light, and soon found myself enjoying wonderful kinesthetic sensations of
flight. Soon I was winging over greenwoods, swooping low to enjoy the sights
and smells close up. I was drawn to a town I did not recognize, where no one
noticed me until a swarthy old man stared at me, his eyes fierce as a hawk. He
beckoned me to a doorway where a beautiful younger woman - his daughter? - was
waiting. Over the doorway hovered the energy form of an ankh, the Egyptian
symbol of life. A new adventure was beckoning....
This
is a simple example of how Active Dreaming works in everyday practice. You pick
an image from a dream you would like to explore, or simply stay with, and allow
a new cycle of conscious dreaming to unfold. The blue of the
energy path that appeared spontaneously and led me to the Egyptian door was
very like the distinctive "Egyptian blue" - whose blue derived from
copper oxides like malachite - that you see on scarabs, and hippo sculptures,
and fertility statues, and on the painted skins of gods and New Dynasty
pharaohs, and on the djed pillar of Osiris. And on ankhs. I have seen ankhs
that were used as water vessels painted this color. The idea was as you drank
from them - whether plain water or a potion infused with crushed petals of the
blue lotus, an oneirogen - you would take vital life force into your body.
In
their dry country, the Egyptians dreamed the whole spectrum of blues. They
prized lapis lazuli and azurite. They sought the origin of human life and
purpose in a blue star from which gods descended (in some versions of the
cosmogony) to Earth via the the Moon. In the Egyptian mind, blue (irtiu,
khesbodj) is the color of heaven, of the primeval flood, life, rebirth,
fertility and of the inundation that renews the land. A good color to dream on.
Drawing by Robert Moss
Sunday, October 10, 2021
I Can Ride Dragons But I Can't Fly
The forest is green fire, bursting and thrusting with life. Below the great tree where I am stretched out, the slope of the mountain drops in green splendor for miles, down to a river that is green and small as a grass snake from this height. A bright green vine as thick as my wrist bends in a loop between me and the sky.
My attention shivers. My cheek is on a pillow. My awareness is back in the body I left here, on the bed. Gray morning light comes through a narrow gap in the curtains above the bed. I smell bacon, and my inner dog is ready to go downstairs. But the tug of the green world is deeper.
I plunge back into that world. My body feels stronger and lighter, perfectly toned. I want to jump off the cliff and fly. I have done this so many times before, in other dreams. I will my wings to sprout from my shoulders again. This seems less successful than usual. While my body in the green world feels entirely physical, my wings seem flimsy and insubstantial, hardly more than a notion. This does not matter, surely. When I take the jump, I’ll find myself flying. Flying in dreams is easy. All you have to do is fall, and fail to hit bottom.
I am at the very edge of the precipice. My toes curl over the edge. I notice these toes are much longer than my regular toes, and can curl into a loop, like my regular fingers. Cool. What else can this body do?
I consider a diver’s stance, then spread my arms and start gently flapping.
Stop, says an inner voice, a voice I have learned to listen to. Look at who you are.
I pull back. Now I am outside and above the person at the edge of the cliff. I see him back away from the edge. He is puzzled. He sniffs the air, searching for something he senses but cannot see.
Another hand reaches for him. There is a lovely woman under the tree, the slopes of her body arranged in such abandon that I feel sure they must have been making love before I interrupted. “Woman” is not quite right. They resemble humans, but they are much taller, with those prehensile feet. The male has little horns among his long dark hair. Not horns, exactly. The nubs of antlers. His tawny body is covered with fine light silky hair. Something sways behind him as he returns to the embrace of the female. Is it a tail?
I am no longer observing. I am with him, in him, in his ritual of mating. He seems to be alone with his mate, yet I have no doubt this is a ritual, more than sex, more even than the love-making of two individuals. As he plunges deep in her body, I feel energy streaming from the roots of the great tree. And something more joins him – us – surging in at the base of the spine. The dragon is on him, and in us.
Now we can fly, I tell myself.
Again I hear the caution of an inner guide. This deer-man’s body is strong, and it can perform acrobatics beyond the human range. He can swing down the mountain face on vines, and leap from branch to branch. He can ride a thing like a dragon, the thing with which he is now bonded in another way. But he cannot fly. If I jumped this body over the precipice, it would probably be broken and destroyed on the rocks far below.
I thought that in dreaming, people can fly, because we go outside the physical body. This is often true. But I am learning that in dreams we can take on other bodies, and that in dreams we may change worlds as well as states of consciousness.
Before you jump off a cliff, make sure you are in a body that is capable of flight.
Book excerpt from Mysterious Realities by Robert Moss. Published by New World Library.
Drawing by Robert Moss
Saturday, October 9, 2021
Your dreams may be glimpses of continuous lives you are leading somewhere else
What is going on in your dreams doesn't necessarily stop when you wake up or switch to a different screen. The action may play on, like episodes in a television series that continue to run after you turn off the set.
It gets more interesting. In dreams, you may check in to a parallel life you are leading somewhere else.
You may be swimming with seals, or looking for the selkie skin that was hidden from you. You might still be living with your ex, doing the things you would be doing if you had never broken up. You might be marching with those warriors in leather armor under the banner of a Bear Goddess. You might be running that bordello in the French Quarter in old New Orleans. You may be up on a high roof top, looking down on your present life in the perspective of the Double on the Balcony, your eternal witness.
When you exit a scene in a life you are leading somewhere else, you may or may not remember where you were and who you are in that other world. When you do remember, you tag what lingers in your mind as a dream.
When you exit a dream that is also a visit to a parallel life, your parallel self continues on its way. While you go about your day, your other self may dream of you.
Jung struggled for clarity on this, and found it late in life. He came to believe that we lead continuous lives in our dreams. Put another way, your dream may be a glimpse of a continuous life you are living somewhere else, a life that goes on whether or not you are tuned to its channel. This is something you can dream on.
You get up in the middle of the night and go the bathroom. When you return to bed, you find the same dream is playing as you were dreaming before, but the action has moved along. A bathroom break may be the start of your awakening.
Sometimes a dream of this kind reaches to you from another realm like a giant fist, pulling you in and back. It was like that for me one night at Big Sur. I was in a bed overlooking the Pacific Ocean, my window open to catch the sea breeze and the marvelous rhythm of the waves breaking on the rocky shore.
In my dreams, I was far away, in Mongolia in a cruel winter, on the eve of World War II. I was engaged in a secret mission, to spy on a team of SS commandos who were seeking to capture the most powerful shamanic artifact in the Central Asia: the spirit banner of Genghis Khan. I stirred from this dream, thrilled and mystified. I might have made it my plan to reenter the dream to try to understand why I was in Mongolia in the 1930s while my body was on the California coast. But no effort on my part was required - unless I had wanted to resist going back.
Again and again, through the whole night, the drama played on. All my senses were engaged. Now in a dual or multiple state of consciousness, I could hear the Pacific breakers and turn my body on the bed, while fully present in the Mongolian adventure in a body that felt no less real. I could taste the blood from a horse's neck I was required to drink in order to survive that terrible winter, in a wilderness of snow. I could smell the rank fear of horses and men. I have no doubt I was there.
Art: René Magritte, "Faraway Looks" (1927)
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
Toilet dreams
“Shit is good!” The elderly Italian grocery store owner’s eyes twinkled as she bagged tomatoes and homemade pasta for me. “If you crap in your dreams, it means money.”
Your Beloved Is Calling
I woke at 3:00 AM today from the following dream:
I am at a conference center where they are setting up for lunch in the huge
dining area. There are wonderful freshy baked loaves of bread on fresh white tablecloths. There's a gathering in process that includes
a lot of priests or ministers. Also
present is an entrepreneur who made a lot of money developing an internet
search engine.
I receive several messages, as I roam the place, that a
Sufi poet has been calling. He wants to get through to a number of people who
are here, but they have not been receiving his messages. I am planning to tell
the search engine entrepreneur that he needs to develop a device that will
alert people when a spiritual teacher is searching for them.
I go through the dining area to a men's room. Several of
the ministers are washing up. I go into a stall for privacy and find writing
inside the door. Instead of graffiti, it is a lovely poem about spiritual
union. Go up to the rooftop.
Your Beloved is calling.
Tuesday, October 5, 2021
Your dreams are doorways for lucid adventure travel and healing
As a natural side benefit, you will probably also find that you are increasingly able to embark on conscious dream journeys from a waking state, and retain awareness that you are dreaming as you move deeper into the dreamscape. You may indeed discover that dream reentry is a royal road to lucid dreaming: you start out lucid and stay that way.
To understand this process, we need to get one thing clear: the dream you remember is not the dream itself. By the time you are fully awake, you have forgotten 90 percent, if not more, of your nocturnal adventures. A partner's love bite, a ruckus in the street, a child tickling your toes, the need to get to the office, can shoo away most of your remaining memories.By the time the editor in your waking mind has finished processing and tagging the scraps that are left, your dream memories may be quite remote from the dreams themselves. At best, they are souvenirs from a journey.
Suppose you fly down to Rio and bring home a few snapshots of Sugarloaf Mountain and bathers in string bikinis on Copacabana beach. How much of your adventure is contained in the photos? Do they carry the smell of palm oil, the bittersweet tang of batida de limĂ£o, the slap of a tropical rainshower? Or the drama at Customs, the rippling laughter of the girls in the samba school, the dance of your nerve endings when you entered (or renewed) a romance that woke up all your senses? Of course not. However, as you study the pictures, you may find yourself sliding back into the fuller experience.
Dream memories are like this. Even as snapshots, they are often unsatisfactory: out of focus, with key characters missing their faces, subject to multiple exposures and mess-ups in the dark room. But with practice, you can learn to use these blurred images as windows through which you can reenter your dreams, continue the adventure and bring back valuable gifts.
Dream reentry requires two things: your ability to focus clearly on a remembered scene from your dream, and your ability to relax, screen out distractions, and allow your consciousness to flow back inside that scene.If there are scary things inside the dream you are nervous about confronting, or if you have difficulty relaxing into a flow of imagery, you may find dream reentry easier if you have a partner to talk you through the process, or the support of a whole circle.
Shamanic drumming is an especially powerful tool for dream reentry, providing fuel and focus for the journey. Drumming enhances the possibility that you can invite a partner to enter your dream space with you to act as your ally and search for information you may have missed. I have made my own recording of shamanic drumming for dream reentry, "Wings for the Journey", now available for download.
WHY YOU WANT TO LEARN DREAM REENTRY
- You
want to have more fun
- You
need to move beyond fear and nightmare terrors
- You
need to clarify the meaning of the dream – for example, to determine
whether it is literal, symbolic or the experience of a separate reality
- You
need specific information from the dream – for example, the exact time and
place of a possible future event, or the full text of something you saw in
a book or an inscription.
- You
want to talk to someone inside the dream.
- You
want to claim a relationship with a spiritual ally who appeared in the
dream
- You
want to try to change something in the dream.
- You
want to bring through healing
- You
want to get in touch with a part of yourself you encountered in the dream
- You
want to enter creative flow and create with dream energy
- You
want to use your dreams as portals to the larger reality.
LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION
The Realtor's familiar slogan applies to the technique of dream reentry as well as to the property game. The easiest way for you to go back inside a dream is to hold your focus on the dream location. Your initial memories may be fuzzy but a single landmark - even a single shape or color - may be sufficient to enable you to shift your consciousness into a vivid and complex scene.
Be open to possibility! The geography of the dreamworld is not that of MapQuest. In dreams, you may find yourself in familiar locales, including places from your past - Grandma's house, or your childhood home - that may or may not have changed. You may visit unfamiliar but realistic locations, often clues that your dream contains precognitive or other psychic material.
Your dream location may prove to be in a parallel world where one of your parallel selves is leading a continuous life. You may find yourself in scenes from a different historical epoch (past or future), in a mermaid cove or in lands where the dead are alive. You may fall into an astral slum or rise to cities or schools or palaces in the Imaginal Realm, where human imagination, in concert with higher intelligence, generates worlds.
One of the purposes of dream reentry is establish where in the worlds you are. The typical dreamer, after waking, has no more idea where he spent the night than an amnesiac drunk.
THE BEST TIME FOR DREAM REENTRY
The best time to reenter a dream is often immediately after you have come out of it. By snuggling down in bed and rehearsing the postures of sleep, you may be able to slid back inside the dream space in a gentle and natural way. But you work schedule may not allow you to do this. And if your dream contains deeply disturbing material, you may need to wait until you have the resolution and resources to face that challenge on its own ground - which you will probably find is the sovereign remedy for nightmare terrors and frustrating dreams.
There is no such thing as an "old" dream when it comes to choosing the portal for dream reentry. What matters is that the image that you choose should have real energy for you. I have seen people who had been missing their dreams for thirty years take the last dream they remembered - sometimes from childhood - and use it as the portal for a lucid shamanic journey, powered by drumming, with stunning results. The gifts sometimes extend to soul recovery, to bringing home the beautiful young dreamer who checked out of a life when the world got too cold and cruel, leaving the adult bereft of dreams.
Part of this text is adapted from Conscious Dreaming by Robert Moss. Published by Three Rivers Press.
Sunday, October 3, 2021
Be Straight, Be Full, Be Ready: Directions from Emerson
I often read a page or two of Emerson before greeting the sun. For me, he is the wisest of American philosophers and the most practical, because his words create a stir in the spirit that is a wonderful incitement to action. He is the perennial enemy of hand-me-down systems of belief and self-limiting notions about what is possible in a life. When we are wandering lost in a fog of confusion in the low marshlands of group-think, he pipes the tune and shines the light that will get us back to the upward slopes of our life purpose.
In one of the adventures in Active Dreaming that I lead, I guided a group of brave and ready souls on a journey to a real place in the Imaginal Realm that I call the House of Time. It is the kind of locale that creators, shamans and mystics have always wanted to visit, a place where we may encounter an inner teacher who is the master of any field that compels our best attention and study, and where any book of secrets - even that Book of Life containing our sacred contract - may be accessible.
While drumming for the group to provide fuel and focus for the journey to the Library in the House of Time, I found myself in contact with intelligences who have guided and inspired my work in the past. It seemed that Emerson, in high collar and frock coat, had joined the group. I do not say this was the individual spirit of the great sage; I do not claim the privilege of a personal interview, and I am sure that wherever Emerson may now be, he has many things to do. I say only that for a few moments I seemed to be in the presence of a figure who embodied some essence of Emerson's thought. I was eager to receive insights I could easily retain, while my consciousness was working on several levels, including that of drumming for the members of the group and watching over their own adventures.
My Emerson gave me three words: Rectitude. Plenitude. Attitude. In the twilight before dawn, as the first pink suffused the gray sky, I tracked these clues through Emerson's essays and letters, and through the pedigrees of the terms themselves.
RECTITUDE
In its origin, rectitude is the virtue of being straight, or upright, in your conduct and condition. It derives from the Latin rectus or straight. It has nothing to do with a narrow moralism. As Emerson wields this word, it is the property and armor of the brave soul who dares to live by his own lights.
In his famous 1838 address to Harvard Divinity School - a speech the faculty tried to suppress but the senior class insisted upon - Emerson defined "the grand strokes of rectitude" as "a bold benevolence", and that independence of mind that enables us to ignore the counsel and caution of our friend when they seek to hold us back from pursuing our calling, and the readiness to follow that calling without concern for praise or profit.
Those who can do this are
"the Imperial Guard of Virtue" and "the heart and soul of
nature." They "rise refreshed on hearing a threat"; they come to
a crisis "graceful and beloved as a bride"; they can say like
Napoleon at the Massena that they were not themselves until the battle began to
go against them.
PLENITUDE
Plenitude is fullness or abundance, coming from the Latin plenus, or "full". For Emerson, plenitude - abundance - is our natural condition, and we miss it only by failing to live from the fullness and integrity of our own spirit. When we develop self-trust, we gain "the plenitude of its energy and power to repair harms," he instructs in his essay on Heroism.
"There is no limit to the Resources of
Man," he adds in a letter on that theme. "The one fact that shines
through all this plenitude of powers is...that the world belongs to the
energetic, belongs to the wise."
ATTITUDE
Attitude has an even more suggestive etymology. It first came into usage to describe the posture an actor playing a role strikes on the stage. Go further back, and we find it is kissing cousins with the word "aptitude" and both share a common root in the Latin aptus which means "fit" or "suited" - in short, ready something. Our attitudes indeed determine what experiences we are apt to encounter on our roads of life.
"The healthy attitude of human nature," Emerson instructs us in his essay on Self-Reliance, is "the nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner" - in other words, the confidence that the universe will support us. In the face of hardship and challenge, we need to strike that posture of determination that "by [that] very attitude and...tone of voice, puts a stop to defeat," Emerson adds in his letter on Resources.
We are now entering one of the great open
secrets of life. "We are magnets in an iron globe," as Emerson told
the young men at Harvard. "We have keys to all doors....The world is all
gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck."
We choose which doors will open or remain closed. We decide what we will
attract or repel in life according to whether we are straight, and full, and
ready.
Photo by RM








