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WILD AND WONDERFUL DREAMS INSPIRED BY MY HOLIDAY IN THE CANARY ISLANDS
The 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]

DREAM: LORENZO ABDULA

The 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.

 

 

 

 

Finally 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.

Then 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 grunt.

Next, 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."


I 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.

"I 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

THE END!





DREAM COOKING EGGS
I'm cooking eggs for two women friends and myself. The eggs are over-easy style. Taste great. Fresh!

THOUGHTS: 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 opera.

 

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 sea.

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 around.

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.

 

DREAM WORKSHOP WITH ROBERT MOSS AT GRAILVILLE

Having just experienced another magical week exploring 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 drummer!
 

 

Dream: May 11, 2001 Van Gogh and Nostradamus
(In France)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Van Gogh (this is a self-portrait by Van Gogh that I photographed at the Musee D'Orsey in Paris).

Nostradamus (This is Nostradamus who was born in St. Remy in the 1500's

 

 

Here 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."

A 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.

Nostradamus 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.

“Come 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.

So 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)

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
and instruct
that old souls inspire young souls,
across time.
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.



Click here to go to Robert's web site www.mossdreams.com

 

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