Dreams as Gifts

For almost 20 years, I quite regularly dream about a lover from my past. These dreams vary in setting and circumstance but always employ the same theme: a true sense of what is right and good in love relationships.

Sometimes the dreams are erotic, but sometimes they are not. Often I dream we are together just talking or driving, or walking together in a park. Sometimes he holds me in a safe, comforting embrace and sometimes I just dream of his face.

 

Do these dreams signify that I want to be unfaithful to my husband? No – I love my husband and we have a good, solid and loving marriage. There are many different types of love in our lives and to compare them takes away the beauty of each.

Do these dreams mean I am pining for a lost love? No at all – I am able to recall this love with happiness and satisfaction. I feel in my soul these magical dreams are a gift of my Divine Mother to allow me to remember and cherish a time in my life when I was coming into my womanhood, and for the first time, experienced a truly passionate and wonderful love.

Dreams as Healers

I dream a lot. My dreams are vivid, in color and I remember most of them in the morning. Many people have theories on why we dream and what our dreams mean. Mine is that they connect us to our spirituality. Some dreams allow us to process painful, unresolved issues that prevent us from being free. I think others are a gift of our Divine Mother to add a bit of magic to our lives, which I will share about in my next post.

I grew up in an alcoholic family and have had many scars inside due to the sick environment I grew up in. I’ve had recurring, painful dreams of my family ever since I was a child, particularly about my mom who I was never connected to. For years these dreams would haunt me and I’d awaken crying, scared and sad. I would go through my day unable to shake the depressing feelings that these dreams left me. I dreamed that my mom was always comparing me to my siblings and was disappointed in the person I am, telling me she wished I could be more like my sisters.

I am different than my sisters. At home, when everyone else was trying to keep the peace, I raged against what I saw. This behavior is unacceptable in a family where you pretend and try to maintain the secrets.

Through the years, with maturity, therapy and self-acceptance, my dreams about my mom have changed. They are still painful but where once my mom was berating me, we are now face to face talking with each other. I’m hopeful that in time, I will come to terms and be comfortable with accepting how it was growing up.

I now can turn to my Divine Mother for the nurturing, support and acceptance I didn’t have as a child, and that frees me to resolve my relationship with my mom.

Prayer

When I was a Christian in the traditional, patriarchal way, my prayers consisted mostly of memorized words that were hurriedly mumbled without thought to their meaning; fervent pleas for forgiveness of what the Catholic Church had taught me was sin; or desperate bargaining when something unfavorable happened in my life. Almost never did I just stop and say a prayer for thanks or celebration that didn’t have some kind of guilt attached.

If I felt joyous, that feeling was quickly overshadowed by the stern reminder that took on the form of a bearded God judging me from his throne in the clouds that I was inherently sinful, in fact I was cursed from the moment of I conceived – original sin – and I had no right to be joyful.

If I felt contentment, I was reminded by that same God that these feelings were fleeting, for I must always be on my guard against sin and Satan, and that suffering was itself a prayer to Him.

When something “happened” to me and it did “happen” because God is in control of our lives, not us, I made bargains, “If you make this better, I promise I’ll never….” The outcome was never satisfactory to me and only furthered my guilt. I had to right to bargain with God.

I no longer pray like this, nor is my God the severe, judge I was taught. I see God as actually God and Goddess, the co-creators of my spirit who delight in me. I was created in love and magic, sinless. They foster a desire for me to cultivate peace, love and justice; to be a part of a universe that is a celebration of life.

I pray to them to thank them for imparting in me my uniqueness and to share my joy of living this life. When I make a mistake or hurt another, they take me into their loving embrace and reassure me that I am still loved unconditionally and guide me to seek experience and wisdom from my mistake.

When they feel my joy, wonder and peace, it is reflected to the world.

When I pray now, it is with a sense of true spirituality, love, gratefulness and awe.

God, as defined by traditional Christian doctrine limits many of us to a fearful relationship with our Creator. God is entirely more immense than we could ever imagine, so why should we imagine we know who He or She or It is and tell others that their image is false?

 

Every day in the editorial section of the Rochester Post Bulletin, there is at least one letter to the editor either in favor of or against the gay marriage amendment. One I read the other day, in favor of banning gay marriage, spoke of how the church would see a miracle and overcome this issue by a successful ban. The writer used the miracle at Guadalupe as proof that the church maintains its members in part by miracles. The writer told how the conquerors faced dwindling numbers of converts until the Virgin Mary appeared. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I read this. I think perhaps that the low numbers of converts had much to do with the mass slaughter of the indigenous peoples by those conquerors and their missionaries.

Growing up Catholic and attending Catholic schools, I was always taught how the heathens were mercifully saved when the Christians "came to their countries, preaching the Word." We were to hold in the highest of esteem and respect for the holy men who courageously faced the barbarians and even gave their life in the cause of salvation. These were indeed men of God and we were to model ourselves after them and work to save the mislead and doomed (non-Catholics).

It wasn't until I took a Beginnings of Western Civilization course in college that I learned that the conversion of so-called pagan groups was more often forced than not and that native culture was destroyed and identity lost. All in the name of religion.

I remember being a young girl and having the idea that perhaps God was okay with Pagans, Native American spirituality, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism and all other "religions" that cultivate peace, love and respect. Perhaps He understood that for their own culture, that was the way they worshipped Him and He was immense enough to accept that. Perhaps it was man who felt the need to control and convert and man was acting for his own ends and not God's, and certainly not in the spirit of love.

This idea has stuck with me and is the catalyst for my current journey. The more I learn about the history of the Catholic church and Christianity all together, and the more I open myself to the truth of the Sacred Light, I doubt that the church is acting as Jesus taught. His message is so simple. If we truly lived by "Love one another as I have loved you," there would be no war or religious conflict.

I always remember a quote that Kevin Costner said in the movie "Robin Hood-Prince of Thieves" when he spoke of the crusades:

My father said it is vanity to force other men to your religion.
I agree.