.........Luna

Luna
Originally uploaded by mon-shari.

artistry by mon-shar

I had a very interesting dream last night.... there was a symbol drifting through it of a women.... this women was one i was very familiar with... i new her well.. i new her in an unusual way.... my relationship with her was just in the comment boxes of flickr..... often.... you might say ever day.. i sent her comments... not sure if she understood how beautiful she was.... just what a great gift she was to the world of expressions.... as the dream drifted... i found myself ever wanting to write her another comment... and at moments i felt i had over done it..... only to write another comment....

drifting back and forth between nature and this women... i new i understood something about her that was far greater than words could express..... each image of her became more vivid... she began to stand taller... become bolder... more confident.... who was she i thought to myself... her name would not come to me...

i now new that i was dreaming.... when i become aware of this in my dreams i insure to hold tight.. not let my mind become conscious to the awake world.... yet take thoughts from my awake world to my dreams..... tell myself things... like when i wake up i will write this down.. i will look her up on the Internet and tell her about my dream...

in this case my plans became very focused... i was so sure i knew her well.... hold it... no... she is just a symbol..... no... i now i know her... the dream drifted on and i lost sight of her.... back she came.. strong as she drifted upon my mind..... i woke up to go to the bathroom...

as i lay back down my mind was once again drifting upon her..... it was clear to me... i knew her.. i knew her...

when i awoke it was time for me to get up... i had rested enough... the tea pot was calling....

i have written this dream out for my records..... very unusual things are happening in my life right now... i will be watching the symbols in this dream to tie them into events in my life... so much fun...

...................Eye Dream in Color

Eye Dream in Color!
Originally uploaded by mon-shari.

from the gallery of mon-shari...

Sharon... who is the brilliant artist behind the name mon-shari... posts her work on flickr..


i love her work because she touches the rebel in my heart... she has that defiant edge to her work.. as well as to father time himself... i love her for this alone... dam clocks.. who needs them...!!!!!

.........dancing in the moon light..

..dancing in the moon light..
Originally uploaded by Di P'anna.

collections from the gallery of Di P'anna......
by 19 yr old Anna of Rome..

.......digital friendships

i do not feel very creative today.. none the less... i do want to write out this story for a precious friend of mine... LinBow... my favorite hippie... and author of one of my favorte books..... The LinBow Expericance .... give it a read.... you might just no be able to put the book down..

OK... now... about our dreams.... the world we love to visit and talk to yourselves... a place where we make sense of the matters that move in and out of our precious world...

this is a story once told to me by a very wonderful women... a doctor a UCLA... involved in male... female differences.. the audio tiggered mind and the visual tiggered mind.. a truely outstanding individual...

She was speaking to a group of individuals interested in her reseach... and asked this question of them... what thoughts are triggered when you think of a strawberry... well... like all of us... thoughts around taste and texture.. color and freshness... and the sort..

as she was getting this feed back from the small group... she noticed a shy young lady with tears in her eyes... tears streaming down her cheeks... now.. just how can the thoughts of a strawberry bring tears to someone.. she must be hurting for another reason... it is now that the tears have found their way to expression...

the young lady answered... when i see or hear about a strawberry... i can not help but cry... why... the doctor asked her...

when i was but fifteen... i worked for a farmer picking strawberries.. and he raped me in a field of strawberries... now this is all i know about strawberries.... the pain of rape... (this brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.. never mind the write...)

so here is the teach.... yes.. things.. people and events that pass through our lives are symbols.. not words... we use words to communicate with others... but with ourshelves we use symbols...

for this shy young lady.. strawberries will always remain a symbol of pain... and in her dreams... when she needs to talk to herself on a matter that comes into the realm simlar to the events of the strawberrie farmer force.... it will be stawberries that will drift through the dream...

i would say.. when ever she finds herself in a place in life where something is a strong force.. even at the smallest level.. outside of her own free will... something bad...she will have strawberrie nighmares...

this is somewhat simplistic for such a major event... but simple is where one always starts and where one always want to get too.. there of course would be a number of deep symbols printed into her mind from this even... like the mans eyes... this will be a drift through the nightmare and i can go on...

there you have it.. symbols not words pass through our dreams... learn your symbols... and you can understand your dreams.. nightmares included...

.........because of someone

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i had mentioned.... yesterday.. that i might talk about the Mother Goddess.. i gerplunked some debunk about Father God & capable... you thought you were reading about my header musings... but i was beginning to condition your mind to help you understand dreams... the dream state... i did a verbal conscious spill... i have a female mind so i moved you back and forth between the two hemispheres.... the right side of the brain and the left side... on purpose... to stimulate and provoke..

a fully developed male mind will have trouble reading yesterdays post... only because they like to stay in one side of the brain... do the work they have to do... finish it and move to the other side... a good male mind is objective (goal) driven.. and much different from a female mind... the female mind is designed to... we will learn this one down the blogg some... maybe tomorrow.. we will see...

... here is a female mind... male mind difference.. i will begin to teach you them as we move along in the blogg.. step at a time.. here is the first step..

the male mind has a single speech centre.. and is capable of up to 10.000 words a day.... some males will produce as little as 1,000 words a day...

the female mind has multiple speech centres.. and is capable of up to 60,000 words a day... ... that's me.. lots to say.. smile..

when i was very young... my mother and father decided to take up skiing... back then it was boards of wood with cable bindings... looking for just the right moment to break one of your bones... it was my mothers and fathers love of the rocky mountains of canada that took us to a steep mountain ski hill in banff alberta called norquay.. i am not sure if it still exists... none the less.. i was 6 or 7 and as dedicated as my mother & father to learning the master of this activity...

somehow.. while standing on my skis.. they decided it was time to learn my first bone break teach... smile... back on my wrist i fell... conscious of the extreme pain that now hampered my joy in this activity expression.. i was down to the count.. but as it is my practice.. i did my best to hide the pain..

that evening as i lay in bed.. the pain became loud.. and tears became mainstream.. with these symbols a signal.. my father decided it best to take me into the small hospital near by.. in a town called canmore... there i was attended to.. and introduced once again to my gift of mystical understandings....

back then.. canada did not have a public health care system.. hospitals where a measure of last resort.. they cost big bucks.. so they were very attentive to the deliver... in a very personal way... as i was taken into the room where i was to be attended to.. i jammed.. i was caught between two worlds... i was moving through the portal of re step... commonly known as deja-vu... the illusion of having already experienced something actually being experienced for the first time...

child bewildered i was... the illusion was the more real... the real was more the illusion... i try ed my best to fight my way out... but each moment included the steps i had already taken in my dream.. yet i was to young to understand the distortion.. fight as i could.. every moment in movement was an exact retrace... just how could this be... scared to death now.. i lost sight of any pain i had in my wrist... i found myself both in "awe".. that i had lived this before... had i dreamed this... or was this moment the dream... bouncing back and forth in my mind was the exceptional wonder of this time stencil... just how could this be... pinch me as they say... i really want to wake up... i am scared... daddy.. help.. please help.. i am to scared to say anything... take me from here and never bring me back...

as the events flowed through the trace... i new i did not know... no wonder it took me so long to learn to tie my shoe laces... i knew the colors i see around people was not normal.. my mind is kerplunked... hows that spell...smile.. confusion became the stronger of the mix... yet.. yes.. yet.. as the moments flowed there precised direction and unfold as they were as to instruction...i found myself becoming fascinated.. joyful.. safe.. each moment seem a deliver to the promise... a promise fortold... a promise now unfolding... a promise realized... a promise that belonged just to me... my treasure.. mine to keep forever.. it mattered not to me now.. that dumb was a confirm... different was my secret... unusual was my polite...i was safe...i would come out of this... ok....

i enjoyed getting my first plaster cast.. one of many... to many to mention.. the tender touch of the doctor who ever so carefully wrapped the white chalky cloth around my wrist... questioning me every few wraps to insure it was just right.. reassuring me i would be just fine.. 6 weeks from now i would be as good as new.. somehow... i knew what had just happened was special.. it mattered not that my injury would heal.. i trusted his wisdom... what mattered was... i had experienced a treasure...an insight... an understanding i did not yet know what to do with.. but it was all mine... so special it still brings tears to my eyes... even as i write this now...

here is the teach... the mystical mind is given its confirmation in steps.. this experience happened to me just as i was coming to the close of my directive years... it was a celebration in the coming together of my specialness.. my spiritual awareness.. a vivid awareness that i was gifted in a very special way...that i would be sensitive to understanding the world in a much different way... that the symbols of awareness held me to a special bond... confirmed in the ever so powerful and clear deja-vu.. i was anointed to my quest...

do we talk to yourselves in dreams... yes.. we learned a bit about this in the blogger enter....awash in a sea of digits and only a silent whisper... do others talk to us in our dreams... well.. this we will learn...

... be good.. tiandra...

......awash in a sea of digits

...so here i am... now..


i have avoided this place for some reason... maybe it is because i am not sure i really want to say anything... the internet is full of digits from so many that one more voice it may not need... none the less... i am here... now..

i had a very interesting dream last night... it has some staying power... it has come across my mind a number of times this morning... and i am not sure what to make of it... i do read dreams... once one gets an understanding of the symbols important to someone... one can read the message.... this is harder to do for ones own dreams... we have a tendency to mix our emotional longings to the slip... which means we jump ahead of the que... or clues... which ever you like..

when ever your mother is in your dreams... well... this can be interesting... mothers are normally our very first teachers... in the case of my dream last night... my mother was the main drift... when i use the word drift... all dreams drift through a string of patterns... which weave a dream tapistry... you can use your imagination to understand this...

my mother was the main drift... she had come back into my fathers life in a big way... he loved her deeply and loved to shower her with gifts... and i do not mean going to the store and buying something special... i mean.. when ever he could give her something she liked... be it praise... attention... conversation... the what have you... he gifted... well in this dream he had gifted her with to many things for me to remember... and what is important to me is... how she responded...

now i will make a mention upfront here... i do not like money... not even a little bit... we do not get along... we put up with each other.. but we do not get along... and this is because i saw what it did to my parents... it enslaved them... my mother died early because of it (53)... it intoxicated her...just like alcohol... my father loved to gift my mother... so he did what ever he could to feed the addiction... i normally keep all these feelings to myself... but in the case of this dream... i am mentioning it..

in the dream.. my mother had realized a new car... a car is normally a symbol in a dream of travel or tool... but not always... it can be an idol symbol... after all...a car is a tool to get from point a to point b... passed that.. it becomes an idol... i am not saying this is bad... we all have our idols... idols are things we believe in.. things we attach to ourselves in a greater way as an extension of ourselves... a classy car.... is an extension of our read... we like classy... may even worship it... in which case... classy reads abound in our life... simple...

in my dream... my mother and her new car... well.. this is interesting... like a tapistry... their are normally many number of focus points which can be studied.. starting with our reaction to what we see... i saw my mother very taken by this... she was more concerned with my read of it... did i like it... and as a good child... i insured she saw my appoval.... when i stop to think about it... this is an important symbol in the dream... approval... my approval on matters... what i chose to approve... i see myself as an approvalist... a professional approval artist...

now i have to hang my head with my hands over my face and wonder.... take some deep breaths and absorb.... just what am i telling myself...

"know your strengths and make them work for you"... windiepink... i coined this little verse when i was studing models... stella van gent was my inspiration for this one... i have expanded it out.. and it is scarlet talk truth... every successful scarlet women knows this and makes it her rule...

well.. i think that is about enough for today... i will post this.. see how comfortable i feel about it... and try not to delete it... this is my habit..

be good... and do as you will.... tiandra.....