AND WONDERFUL DREAMS INSPIRED BY MY HOLIDAY
IN THE CANARY ISLANDS
first dream is called "Lorenzo Abdula" actor,
artist, dancer and spiritual advisor, and
wait till you read of his adventures! Next,
I am including a Comic Strip rendition of
the same Lorenzo dream created by the amazing
cartoonist, Jesse Reklaw. I sent him my
dream, a photo of me and my sketches and
he came up with this. I laugh myself silly
everytime I look at it. You can send him
your dream for possible cartoon rendering
too. Contact Jesse a [www.slowwave.com]
Magic Witch Doctor Healer chases me down
the mountain side. Finally catching me,
he sits on me, flattening me to the ground.
I'm afraid to death of him with his ominous
scowl and pouches of foul-smelling talisman
stuff. From one pouch, he pulls out an enormous
mosquito that lunges for me, stabbing my
brain with the power of his bite. I struggle,
screaming and itching.
breaking free, I lunge into the Ocean which
soothes me instantly like a mother's love.
Floating aimlessly and happy for several
months, I eventually catch sight of a new
island, or no ... it's the North West coast
of Africa ... Morocco. Ever since I had
my FEZ dream 10 years ago, I've wanted to
go here and now my camel awaits. I climb
on him and he tells me, "There is a
place I must take you in FEZ." "OK,
let's go," say I. Days later we approach
the city with it's low, white houses dotted
on the hillside under the bluest sky imaginable.
I see it. All the writhing-in-pain Jesus's
from my last FEZ dream have gotten off their
crosses and are now all riding motorcycles
through town, while drinking beer and smoking
"Camel" cigarettes (a little dream
humor). I recognize their faces, smiling
now. They each have on a T-shirt that says,
"JESUS SAVES NADA: (nothing) and a
five concentric circle under it. "Wow,
look at those wild Jesus's all having fun,"
I say to the Camel who responds with a nonchalant
we are in this mystical shrine in the very
center of this extraordinary city. An old
man of at least a thousand years of age
approaches me. Camel whispers to me, "Get
ready ... it's the Ancient of Ancients."
brace myself as he moves within an inch
of my face, glaring unblinking into my eyes.
He turns me immobile. Hours later, the silence
is broken as he speaks to me in a voice
of great resonance, "You have been
brought to Lanzarote and to FEZ to connect
with one particular Ancestor of yours who
feels it is time to create with you. He
is from your Mother's side and lived in
FEZ when it was the spiritual center of
the world. Hence the symbol on the T-shirts
-- the center and the four elements."
The old man continues, "He is one of
the biker Jesus's. See if you can find him."
With that, I am whisked to a saloon where
the Jesus's are relaxing, swapping raucous
jokes. Instantly, I know my ancestor. He's
the one with red hair and freckles. He jumps
over to hug me and gives me his T-shirt
as a gift. He also gives me a green stone
from the Green Lake in Lanzarote which has
magical properties. "Wear these. My
name is LORENSO ABDULA, actor, artist, dancer
and spiritual advisor." "What
can you advise me then?" I ask eagerly.
don't give advice." With that, he whisks
me into his arms, the music starts and we
dance all night to the exotic music, high-stepping,
twirling, stomping feet, lost in the rhythm
and loving it.
Postscript I had this dream on my seventh
day in MAGICAL LANZAROTE ... an island full
of 30 volcanoes, Ancestors, camels , wildness,
intense beauty ... and close to Fez, Morocco
I'm cooking eggs for two women friends and
myself. The eggs are over-easy style. Taste
Reminds me of the BIG woman sunning topless
at the poolside a couple of days ago here
in Lanzarote. I couldn't resist sketching
her. My fantasy is that she's an opera singer
and plays the role of Brunhilda in Wagnerian
DREAM THE SECRET
The Lizards are out sunning themselves
as I pass them admiringly. They have THIRD
EYE KNOWLEDGE. One of them startles me by
jumping on my head with his tail laid across
my nose. He says to me, "I'll walk
with you to the rim of the Teide Volcano
if you are brave."
I take him on. As we approach the top,
I hear an enormous deep roar and explosive
flashes appear, spouting out in flaming
fury from the Volcano. "Hang on to
my tail," says Lizard, "we're
going in." Down and down we go drenched
in molten lava, encompassed by flames of
fire. "I will protect you." says
Lizard, as we enter the very bowels of the
Earth, "but there is something I need
from you ..."
Before he could say what, everything reverses
and now I'm part of the molten lava that
is eating it's way down the mountain, swallowing
villages, trees, animals ... anything in
it's path till finally spilling into the
As the water puts out the fire in me, I
feel myself floating on the tide to shore
like a piece of driftwood. Before long I
am circled by seven comical camels who keep
nudging me with their noses to follow them.
Jumping on one of them for a ride I say,
"Let's go then." They are now
in a row and I'm on the lead camel.
A cave opens up in front of us and we enter.
What a wondrous place. A band of Lizards
are playing pipes and penny whistles with
some jazzy tunes like, 'When The Saints
Come Marching In' ... and now the camels
are dancing, their long legs swaying back
and forth to the music as their humps bounce
Singing, I join in the merriment. Wine
is passed around, spirits are high indeed.
Next, there is a crash of cymbals and a
shooting star flies in the cave just as
the great artist of Lanzarote, Cesar Manrique,
blasts into the celebration.
"Hola," he shouts, "I have
come back to tell you something." We
all are quiet now, filled with great anticipation
since we know Cesar has been dead for 4
years. He continues, "The Lizard and
I are of the same knowing and it is a secret
whose time has come to share with all of
you. It is the secret the Volcano knows;
the secret the wine knows; the secret the
sea knows. FLOW ... that is the secret."
end of dream
RECENT EVENTS: I had this dream on my third
day in Magical Lanzarote -- an island full
of 30 volcanoes, lizards, camels, caves,
wine and surrounded by sea.
WORKSHOP WITH ROBERT MOSS AT GRAILVILLE
just experienced another magical week
with Robert Moss some of the vast possibilities
that dreams offer, I am still flying
high after doing Dream Theater (one
of many approaches used this weekend
to spark our dreaming soul. Everyone
in the group, about 30 people I think,
played a part in my dream -- including
people, an ornamental table, dust, an
ancient city, an old shoe, clouds, a
left ear and much more. I delighted
in casting the roles. What fun! What
rich insights! I dreamt this dream while
in France. It's titled, "Van Gogh
and Nostradamus," and guess who
I cast to play the latter? Of course,
Robert himself ... and a splendid role
he did play. Read on and I will share
the actual dream with you ...
Robert is one heck of a fine Shamanic
May 11, 2001 Van Gogh and Nostradamus
Gogh (this is a self-portrait by Van
Gogh that I photographed at the Musee
D'Orsey in Paris).
(This is Nostradamus who was born
in St. Remy in the 1500's
in St. Remy de Provence there is an old
dusky curio shop and I'm exploring in the
back room where no one hardly ever goes.
A beautiful, ornate antique table in the
corner intrigues me. The top is covered
in dust. Without thinking, I write with
my finger in the dust the words, Vincent
Van Gogh" and Nostradamus."
little bell rings on the door of the curio
shop as two men enter already talking together
with animated voices and gestures. I recognize
them -- Van Gogh and Nostradamus!
Nostradamus says to Vincent," You ride
the waves of a turmoiled soul my friend,
yet you will light the world of art for
all time." Nostradamus leaves abruptly
while I hear Van Gogh mumbling something
about how he wants his old shoes back.
rushes back into the curio shop and whispers
something, obviously important, into Vincent's
left ear. I put my right ear against the
top of the dusty table in the back room
so I can hear their conversation ... Nostradamus
is telling Vincent about the ancient 2000
year old buried Roman city right under the
area where Van Gogh loves to walk -- about
how it will soon be seen again but not in
Van Gogh's lifetime. Yet to now be aware
of the existence of this beautiful city
is to be the inspiration behind Vincent's
greatest works of art, yet to be painted
in this area. Nostradamus walks out of the
curio shop for the last time now, tipping
his hat to Vincent.
with me." Vincent motions that I follow
him somewhere. I do, full of anticipation.
He leads me to the place close to the ancient
ruins buried beneath us (Glanum), to the
place he will soon paint the olive trees,
the mountains, the sky. By now I'm carrying
some of his paints for him. He tells me
how he circles around, hones in like a dog,
to an area where a painting waits for him.
I walk long enough, then I know,"
he tells me.
we do this circle walking for a while, mostly
in silence. I notice the day -- slight wind,
beautiful colors on the mountains, blue
sky with magically-designed clouds dropped
here and there. Here is the place,"
says Van Gogh. He paints his painting.
(end of dream)
POEM: A Way of Creating by Robert Moss,
June 23, 2001
Inspired by Noreen Wessling's dream of Provence
The buried city
bursts from the Earth
as Van Gogh sunflowers.
The stem sustains the fruit.
This is a way of magic:
to write names of power
in the dust of the old curiosity shop
and let them walk, ring doorbells
that old souls inspire young souls,
This is a way of Begetting:
to turn in the circle of creation
to breathe clouds into the air,
colors into the fields,
and paint the sun into the sky.
to go to Robert's web site www.mossdreams.com