Sometime in the first week of February I had this dream:
I was looking around inside a house when I heard a voice. I listened and realized a woman was chanting in a language I did not understand; I could feel the effects of the chant and they were ill-intentioned. I went into a room and around a corner to confront her. She was a short, heavyset Hispanic woman and was surprised by my sudden appearance. She began to fiercely chant in my direction. I extended my arms with the palms of my hands facing her and she jumped back. (In the movies, fire comes out of the wizard’s hands, but this felt like eyes were in my palms, measuring her.) As I moved toward her, I spoke, “Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ.” She backed up and I awoke.
My therapist once told me a dream-theory that we, or aspects of ourselves, play all the characters in our dreams. This idea doesn’t seem to work for my prophetic dreams, but I realized this morning that it was true for this dream. The heavyset Hispanic woman represents my shadow, my dark-self. This is where we are now, she and I, older women, facing each other, two halves of a whole, contemplating unity. Her dark chants were meant to affect my mood and they did, as is obvious in some of my recent posts.
My shadow and I have always faced off, with one or the other moving away. I think the time is coming though when we will move toward each other for a ‘getting-to-know-you’ period, a ‘May I walk in your shoes for a moment?’ phase. And then, somehow, with the help of the angels, we will accept each other enough to transform from two halves into one whole being.