Before the flame

MistressLex

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Sitting on the porch of a house the landscape before me wild untamed as I gaze upon the pink and purple skyline still bright enough to coat the world in soft sunlight. Beautiful in its colours and unique perspective from where I'm sitting.

Rising from my spot on the porch I decide to move, finding a joyful burst of creativity and pleasure at this world around me, wandering farther and farther, I ignore the scents, senses, even the pain because even though they're new an painful, they're pleasant in there own way. As I walk the day ends and darkness falls over and I notice there is a wound in my side my hand holds and covers it, but as I continue in notice it bleeds coating my hand, but I'm not upset or frightened it feels expected and needed, my outfit slowly is seeped in my blood as I keep moving holding the wound...looking slowly for a place or someone that will know how to assist with it.
I grow tired and a bit weary knowing that going back is worse then going forward if I seek help. I go Finding some wood for a place to rest, and for the first time notice the woods around me are calm and peaceful.
I gather a large pile my blood coating some of the logs and soon I have the fire ablaze lighting the area of stone and dirt that I have rested at.
I lay my head on the rocky out crop behind me feeling the cool stones on my forehead and cheek, the smell of my burning blood in the air, giving the all to picturesque scene a morbidly dark and mournful tone...and in the back of my head I know I still must reach whatever end is in the distance the smell of water in the air tells me of storms to come....but as in bleed and stare at the fire I am calm I grab a embered branch and brace myself....shoving it into the wound...and waking myself up.
 
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Lyn Holley

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Sitting on the porch of a house the landscape before me wild untamed as I gaze upon the pink and purple skyline still bright enough to coat the world in soft sunlight. Beautiful in its colours and unique perspective from where I'm sitting.

Rising from my spot on the porch I decide to move, finding a joyful burst of creativity and pleasure at this world around me, wandering farther and farther, I ignore the scents, senses, even the pain because even though they're new an painful, they're pleasant in there own way. As I walk the day ends and darkness falls over and I notice there is a wound in my side my hand holds and covers it, but as I continue in notice it bleeds coating my hand, but I'm not upset or frightened it feels expected and needed, my outfit slowly is seeped in my blood as I keep moving holding the wound...looking slowly for a place or someone that will know how to assist with it.
I grow tired and a bit weary knowing that going back is worse then going forward if I seek help. I go Finding some wood for a place to rest, and for the first time notice the woods around me are calm and peaceful.
I gather a large pile my blood coating some of the logs and soon I have the fire ablaze lighting the area of stone and dirt that I have rested at.
I lay my head on the rocky out crop behind me feeling the cool stones on my forehead and cheek, the smell of my burning blood in the air, giving the all to picturesque scene a morbidly dark and mournful tone...and in the back of my head I know I still must reach whatever end is in the distance the smell of water in the air tells me of storms to come....but as in bleed and stare at the fire I am calm I grab a embered branch and brace myself....shoving it into the wound...and waking myself up.
Hello there. This dream is filled with powerful archetypal elements: fire and blood being two that grab my attention. Blood is a major element in this dream. There are alchemical elements as well, like burning the blood until black. Calcinito. It would be wonderful if you would take these major elements and journal and think about them, what they might be saying to you. Of course, for me, the wound in the side recalls Christ. Is there, in your life, a theme of sacrifice?
 

MistressLex

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Hello there. This dream is filled with powerful archetypal elements: fire and blood being two that grab my attention. Blood is a major element in this dream. There are alchemical elements as well, like burning the blood until black. Calcinito. It would be wonderful if you would take these major elements and journal and think about them, what they might be saying to you. Of course, for me, the wound in the side recalls Christ. Is there, in your life, a theme of sacrifice?
I'm a caregiver to an elderly parent, and divorcing currently. So yes.
 

Lyn Holley

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I'm a caregiver to an elderly parent, and divorcing currently. So yes.
Could the dream be saying that your sacrifice will not, "kill," you, because you are finding the means to cauterize the wound with fire. Also, there are calm and pleasant feelings mixed in with dealing with the bleeding wound. The dream also indicates that you need help to heal. You might think about what that help might look like for you.
 

MistressLex

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Could the dream be saying that your sacrifice will not, "kill," you, because you are finding the means to cauterize the wound with fire. Also, there are calm and pleasant feelings mixed in with dealing with the bleeding wound. The dream also indicates that you need help to heal. You might think about what that help might look like for you.
I've been mulling that over to be honest its why I came here. Some times we get locked in our own heads with our own thoughts to long or are surrounded by to many outside voices telling us how to fix it... when looking for anwsers where best to look but in a chamber with voices when you need to hear someone's thoughts that aren't yours but also can be left or locked out when needed?
 

Lyn Holley

Active member
I've been mulling that over to be honest its why I came here. Some times we get locked in our own heads with our own thoughts to long or are surrounded by to many outside voices telling us how to fix it... when looking for anwsers where best to look but in a chamber with voices when you need to hear someone's thoughts that aren't yours but also can be left or locked out when needed?
That's exactly right. Take what resonates and leave the rest! It's YOUR dream!
 
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