Soul Communication

Our soul speaks to us in symbols--in our waking and dreaming life. It isn't always easy to know what those symbols mean, or to even know we are supposed to be looking for them. I used to think that our life was already mapped out and we were sort of helpless passengers on our journey. I now believe we make some general agreements before we come to this lifetime about the lessons we will learn and the people we will meet. How we will learn those lessons and find those people is a result of our free will and how well we interpret the symbols our soul is giving us.

I had a powerful dream two night ago. I don't know exactly what it meant but I was affected by the beauty of it all day. In my dream, I discovered this gigantic pomegranate tree, with the characteristic shape of a pear tree but much larger. The bark was white like a Sycamore. The leaves were almost gone, but those that remained were yellow and yellow-green. On the lower branches of the tree and on the were tons of pomegranates. It was set against a gorgeous light blue Fall sky.

I was thrilled to discover this tree and the house next to it, which was ours but we had forgotten about it. I went to find my mom, who wasn't really my mom (you know how that goes in dreams) and as we were looking out the window at this majestic tree, a song started playing--a melancholic alternative sounding song about a Pomegranate. Does anyone else hear songs in their dreams they've never heard before? If I had musical talent, I could actually do something with them!

Anyway, maybe that dream had a simple meaning--that I should eat some pomegranates, but maybe there was something more. I'm going to keep working on it. I did enjoy creating this pieces of art in response to the dream. My picture of the tree isn't quite what I saw in my head but that's how it goes.

I can think of some examples in my waking life of powerful symbols that I missed. I was very, very sick in college for about six months. I was hospitalized for strep throat, 2 weeks later I got pneumonia, two months later my appendix nearly burst. During this time, I was dating a guy that was CLEARLY not for me, but I was ignoring the obvious signs so my soul stepped things up a bit with the illness and said, "Hey lady, listen to me! Get out already!"

My dreams are always so vivid; I often remember them for years. Sometimes they are predictions of things I eventually see or people I will meet. I had a dream a couple of months ago that I was walking in this scary cellar/basement type place and was seeing ghosts or something creepy. I was trying to stay calm and this voice said to me "A thousand rays of love" and this light shot from my chest and I wasn't scared anymore. I woke up and wrote that one down because it sounded like the title of something. I looked it up but didn't find anything.

Imagine my surprise when I was the Festival of Arts last month and I saw this picture by local artist David Spear! I stood there in shock. In the picture is a guy with light shooting out of his chest! That was weird. I wrote to the artist and told him my story and asked him how he found the inspiration. It was from a Picasso quote that made no sense to me, but still very cool all the same.

Dreams are the ultimate form of soul communication and I definitely would love to spend more time figuring out what mine mean!