Symbolic Guidance

Often times all it takes is a little extra sleeping, usually in the morning to let your silent mind speak to your conscious mind while dreaming.  We all have symbolic dream sequences, ones that keep repeating in the same or different forms telling us where we are going or how we are feeling.  The organization of our thoughts never ends since the brain never sleeps, just takes an alternate free form style of processing while the conscious quiets down and lets the other half talk for a while.  It communicates very different, sometimes speaking softly like the divine and at other times screaming out our obvious fears in a mental internal cinema of symbols.

I have one very significant symbol I have seen repeating at different points in my life that signals attaining success or arrival of some kind which is this beautiful Bascillica in Paris, France called Sacre Coeur.  This means sacred heart.  This is a very profound symbol every time I see it because it is signal of hope to me and tells me I am right on track.  It is this very eternal image in my minds eye.

This morning I was dreaming about traveling with friends by train.  As we were en route to our point of destination the train went over some high bridges to reveal some of the beautiful landmarks of Paris.  One was Sacre Coeur and I pointed it out to my companions telling them it was a symbol of great inner meaning.  When we finally arrived at our destination and were trying to change trains.  There was a lot of confusion with all of the people but we eventually made it onto a train only to be stranded out in the middle of a field where there were trains derailed all over the place.  We got stuck there momentarily and then we were summoned to board another train and we were on our way.  As I ran past the back of the car we were going to board, I saw my friend reach under the train and pick up an earring made of turquoise with a scarab as it's main decoration.  I recognized it as my daughters earrings and so picked up the other one and a few other strands of beads and got on board.  The scarab was the secondary image of the dream, a symbol of rebirth and restoration.  That was a welcome dream, a comforting transmission from the other side for me to hear, one that offers me great calm and a sense of centering in my life as opposed to the chaos, loss, etc. that has been a part of these past few months and last 5 years.  Yay for me!  I am getting back on track.

So happy to be a vivid dreamer.  So happy to have Paris.  So happy to be me.