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  • Day 21: Resuscitation

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    (Katelan has been appearing in the dreams of so many of us lately. There is a fairly common theme that involves her not only creating things, but facilitating and inspiring creative collaborations. If you’ve met her, this probably does not surprise you.)

    dangerouscombinations:

    I’m listening to audio files from Veronika von Volkova and reading your emails.  I’m eating figs and cheddar cheese and drinking toffee flavored coffee.  I caught up with the blog, with the days, and the images. 

    I’m listening to Veronika’s voice.  It’s smooth and sexy and sounds like a soft melody.  She’s telling me about a dream she had. She says I made an animated series of all the people I knew and they all had a theme song.  We were eating fresh vegetables and peanut butter and she sat next to a beautiful man connected to me but faceless.  We all knew he was beautiful even without definition.  As I’m listening I think that this sounds like the tarot deck.

    She sends me more files, Leonard Cohen ‘When I Drink’.  She writes this:

    It is the poem at which my bookmark happened to be placed. But later tonight I will let the book fall open and I will read to you whatever I find there.

    She reads: “Blindly I worked on my third invention…”

    I’m interrupted as itunes goes straight into a former lover’s bands song. ‘Vacant Moan’ and back into Veronika’s soothing voice whispering ‘My Mother Asleep’.  Somehow it all flows together like someone had planned it and yet it was by sheer “accident”.  Although in the magical world are there any accidents?

    More Dreams People Have Sent Me:

    I had another dream about you last night, actually, and we were singing. Again, it was a dream where you and I didn’t talk at all, but you were always in the background, like my fairy godmother. And it was a similar sort of dream as the first— I was sorta thrust into this artists collective and was incredibly uncomfortable, but then I started singing in perfect harmony with a bunch of the other musicians, and we all just made amazing music together.

    I had a dream about you last night. I don’t know if you saw (I kept it kind of quiet) but my Mom passed away. I’ve been having a hard time with it. It’s been a long hard process dealing with her loss for all of us. In my dream I was telling you about Mom, and asked you to say “hi” to her if you saw her in your spiritual journeys. So yeah, if you see my Mom, tell her “Hi,” and that I love her — that sounds like a good idea.

    Another email:

    I just wanted to let you know that your words, your art, touch people you haven’t even met and I am grateful for you for sharing your talent with me. it is important, it means something to me. It helps me so thank you from a distant admirer. You are extraordinary too.

    I spoke at Pratt Today. It was good for me to be there, to share.  Not enough people tell their stories, how they get jobs, keep work, keep going when it gets rough. Afterward I have an early dinner with Kurt and Zelda.  We talk art and spirituality.  It’s exactly what I need.  Before today I felt over-saturated and ready to burst. But suddenly I feel cleansed and rejuvenated.  I kept thinking of Holly today and how much I wanted to be driving around drinking coffee in search of something, an adventure.  I come home to an email from an old neighbor of Holly’s/  He sent me a picture of us as kids.  We used to babysit their son.  It’s lovely. I’m feeling okay now. He writes, “I know this is random.  I hope it’s a pleasant kind of random.” Yes, yes it is. 

    I slept 3 hours.

    Dream:

    Dream no more…

    Body:

    Delicious chorizo omlette and bacon.  Delightful coffee with real cream and figs and cheddar.  It was a bit decadent today but we’re okay with that.

    Art:

    Photos, writing, journaling

    Mood:

    Free

    Oracle:

    The Queen of Cups

    Oddities:

    Found a rose petal I had written “true love” on.  I have no idea when I wrote it or what it was for.  It fell out of the leather journal and onto the bed.

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    • November 18, 2011 (3:00 pm)
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