All I did last night was dream about this blog. About the above photo, specifically.
About how it was necessary to post this picture in a blog today.
Of course–silly dream!–the picture had already been posted. When we wandered the foggy shores of southern California the morning after the tsunami hit Japan.
But the dream was insistent. Not one dream, but two dreams–perhaps more! I kept dreaming about the WordPress dashboard page where drafts are stored. In the dreams, there were two unpublished draft-blogs.
Publish this again! the dream seemed to insist. Get up and publish it! (But, said the dreamer, I think I already wrote a blog and already published this picture–No one will want to see it again.)
Added background information. This picture is now the desktop background on Miss Ellie, the laptop computer. Every day I stare mesmerized at it. When I first saw the photo, I liked it. But that was all. Then someone said in the comments–oh it was flandrumhill!–that the father and son picture should be blown up and framed. So I went back and looked at it. And looked at it. And looked at it some more.
Until the photo settled in my heart.
And then in my dreams.
And now in a second blog.
But perhaps the dream had deeper meaning…perhaps the dream was pointing toward the shores of Japan. Perhaps it was pointing back toward where the earthquake and tsunami hit.
Have you heard of Dr. Masuru Emoto? Have you heard of hado measuring and water crystal photographic technology? Have you seen the amazing photos of how water actually turns positive–and exhibits beautiful crystalline shapes and colors when it receives human vibrations of prayer–no matter how far away the person praying is?
Dr. Emoto has suggested we turn our prayer and energy toward helping to cool down the radioactive materials in the nuclear power plants in Japan. He suggests that the combined power of many prayers may positively affect the roiling energy in the power plants.
Please read this link to hear Dr. Emoto’s request. If it’s after 12:00 noon today when you tune in–don’t let the time difference limit your prayers. I personally think that any time today or tomorrow would be a wonderful opportunity to send our positive vibration toward the nuclear power plants and the water which needs to cool the reactors.
Don’t you think that’s what the dream is saying? And with dreams–as we all know–all things are possible.
Listening to dreams with all of you, Love, Kathy
My dreams were about flipping about out of control and being buffeted by all of the bits of input flashing by in my mind. Sand sand everywhere! And what, if radioactive water can be turned into purified water, in the blink of an eye?
They say that can happen, Elisa. In the blin of an eye. Imagine!
I will be with you at 12 noon today, dreamy and alert all at the same time.
Living in the presence of possibility.
I was there, too, dreamy and alert. The presence of possibility is the most delicious place to live! Love, K
Yes, I’m tuned in 🙂
Dreams are funny/amazing things. Have learned to pay close attention and to listen with my heart rather than my head. This particular photo/image evokes something deep within me too.
Another thought about dreams. Rick’s grandmother was a writer and all of her thoughts and ideas came to her at night in her dreams. She kept a pen and paper beside her bed and would record them first thing every morning. Sometimes she would be nudged? from her sleep in the middle of the night to write things down. Quite insistent. This happened to her all of her life.
It’s great that she kept this up all her life. How beautiful! I kept a dream diary in my early years with the native americans. From maybe 1987-1994. Lots and lots of dreams. It’s funny that memory sometimes remembers dreams diferently than the actual dreams presented themselves. So are we then dreaming about a dream? Fascinating!
It is fascinating! I don’t know, it all gets so mixed together for me. I will sometimes have a very clear memory come to me, usually about a place, and will have to really think about it for a moment before I realize that it was someplace I was in a dream and/or dreams. And it is often from years and years ago, sometimes even childhood. And sometimes the dream memories feel clearer and more real than many real-life memories…..
Have you ever gone back and read your dream diaries from that time?
Yep, I know that mixed-up quality. Crazy–half the time. I recently–maybe last week–went downstairs in the musty corner of the basement and opened some of the journals looking for old dream encounters. I recorded asleep-dreams and awake-dream-visions all those years. Some of the dreams and visions feel like they stepped out of time and are as pertinent today as they were in the 80’s and 90’s. Others…mixed up and crazy…
No wonder you had a dream about that photo – the photo itself is very “dreamlike”, it’s beautiful!! I’m giving you the “Versatile Blogger” award – be sure to check out my next post!
It is dreamlike. I think it’s all that fog which influences it. Thank you so much for the Versatile Blogger award! I love that title especially! Am thinking, thinking, thinking about the response. Blessings to you, Holly!
The link to Dr. Emoto’s request didn’t work for me.
But I will take some time to send my thoughts and hope that they will join with others …
I am sorry the link didn’t work. 😦 I tried it again here, and it came up. But thrilled to hear you sent your thoughts along. I know they joined with others. And we’ll see what they create… Thanks, Sybil!
“Have you heard of Dr. Masuru Emoto?”
yes, Yes, and YES again!
Of course you’ve heard of Dr. Masuru Emoto! You wouldn’t be Laurie if you hadn’t. Smile!
I have had crazy dreams the last two nights. Have no idea what they mean…always with family in them and we are traveling somewhere…
Anyway, I agree that prayers will help no matter when they occur. So much to pray over lately.
So much to pray about, always. So many crazy dreams, always. I like hearing about dreams. I especially like when dreams intersect our daily waking life.
I’ve heard it said that some races of people in the past (perhaps it is still the same in the present day) refuse to have their photos taken, as they believe it takes away some of their spirit. Perhaps they are right in a way, as I can’t imagine why some photos seem to hold so much feeling and spirit, as yours of Barry and Christopher does. To us, these photos hold magical feelings, whilst keeping our spirit intact!
I agree with flandrumhill, you should frame the photo of your two men, Kathy. 🙂 (And praying for the ‘Powers of Cooling’ needed in Japan 🙂 )
Hi Joanne! I have heard that, as well, about photographing some people. The Native Americans at our Pow Wow are very particular when and if they can be photographed. They believe that a photo does hold spirit… I am still mesmerized by the above photo. Thank you for sensing that spirit, too.
It’s a beautiful photo, and I can see why it would want to be posted again.
Robin, thank you. The photo haunts me.
Dear reader, if Anyone is reading the comments, that is. I suspect only one or two of you will ever read this. I had a very powerful experience in my prayers/meditation yesterday. I have trouble “asking for things” in prayer. What feels much more right is honoring things, loving things, connecting with the special “what is-ness” of things. So that’s what started to happen in my prayer at noon yesterday. Sitting there with the water. Being with it deeply.
When suddenly–unexpectedly!–something else happened. My heart started to burst with pure love for the water. For the water, which was doing the best that it was trying to do. And then awareness turned toward the nuclear reactors and you could see and feel that the nuclear reactors were doing the best that they could do. And that the people who designed the nuclear reactors were doing the best that they could do. And that the people surrounding the nuclear power plants were all doing the best that they could do.
And my heart melted in love. Total, absolute love. For the nuclear reactors. (What a surprise!) For the waters. For the people. For the designers. For the earth.
I sat enveloped in love for only–maybe–two to three minutes and then knew that love is what was important. That was the only thing that counted. And that–no matter what the appearance–people and things are trying to do the best their awareness allows them.
It was a VERY special two to three minutes. I will remember this always. thank you for listening, and for your participation, and for the love which you are.
What a beautiful moment. Thank you so much for sharing this.
I am glad you were reading comments~~glad to share this with you, Colleen.
Oh Kathy. I’ve been so busy with work that I just read this post for the first time today and missed the date.
So glad you gave that photo a second posting.
I can’t remember when I first heard about Dr. Emoto and his experiments with water but they sure did resonate with me at the time. Love truly is the only thing that counts and we are all just trying to do our best.
**Love truly is the only thing that counts and we are all just trying to do our best**
Yes. Thank you for that wisdom this morning. Yes.
Dr. Emoto is amazing! That IS a great picture of your son and husband.
He IS! And I am glad you like that picture, too.
Wish I could remember my dreams more often.
The “preparation for flight” photo is beautiful.
I liked those seagull pictures a lot, Micheala. They say we should write down our dreams before we barely open our eyes. That way we’ll remember them easier. I kept a dream journal for years. Now I can hardly remember them a lot of the time.