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Cat Scratch Fever

Black CatI had a dream where my house is on fire and about to burn down.  We have to evacuate immediately.  I only have a minute or two to decide what of importance I might take with me.  I immediately reach for my cat Sable and wrap him in a sheet because he is not an outdoor cat while at the same time instructing everyone in the house to “GET OUT.” 

Once outside in all the commotion my cat Sable slips through my grip and runs off into the brush.  He has seldom been loose outside the house and on the rare occasions that he has he has managed to find his way back home.  I’m worried that if my house burns down there will be no place for him to return to.  The neighbor lady is a cat lady.  She has hundreds of cats that come to her front porch.  As I walk past her home I notice all the cats are identical and more than that they all look exactly like my cat Sable.  I can see into her living room where the television is tuned to the news station.  They are showing coverage of my house burning.  My niece Esther unknowingly arrives on the scene and is captured on camera.  I’m surprised because she lives in California and has never been to the East Coast to visit me.  What is she doing at my house unannounced?  Clearly without a doubt that is her on the television screen in front of my house.  I’ve got to go back to the house but first I have to get Sable. 

Looking at the hundreds of cats on the porch I instinctively reach for one of the cats not even questioning whether I have the right cat or not.  As I walk away with Sable in my arms.  Looking into his eyes, I become aware that I have the ability to recognize my own kind. 

Gypsy Dance

RomaniLast night I had a dream where I am on the 3rd floor of my house.  The windows are open but the bamboo shades are down.  I can feel a light breeze blowing through the room. I am desperately trying to clean out my living quarters to prepare myself for something that is about to happen.  I am preparing for a major change in my life and I want my life and my house to be in perfect order to give me the best possible start.  I have things laid out from my early life that no longer serve me.  I am wrapping these things in old cloths and throwing them out the window.  At the same time I am mentally working through my financial budget in my head.  I am aware that I have 10 thousand dollars at my disposal and I am mulling over how to best apportion the money.  My rational mind is telling me the last thing I want to do is buy a new car. 


As I am hurriedly emptying my living quarters I notice I no longer have any cloths left with which to wrap my possessions.  The only thing remaining are the bamboo shades which cover the windows and now look very old and extremely worn out.  Considering their present condition they too need to be thrown out so I decide to pull them off the windows and use them to wrap the final remaining items. 


Without the shades on the windows I now have a clear view of the wasteland just outside my house.  I start to feel a sense of panic. Have I done something wrong?  Have I thrown away something of value to me?  My next thought is, “Where have I placed my mother?  Have I thrown her out the window?”  I lean over the window sill to visually scan the landscape below for signs of my mother.  I can’t tell for sure.  Everything I’ve wrapped looks like bodies to me.  It is possible I’ve accidentally thrown my mother out.  I then start looking around the house for my mother.  The wave of panic now manifests as a large zebra skinned serpent.  It is coiling itself around me.  I can sense its incredible power.  Angry, I am fighting it off me while frantically looking for my mother.   I have half my focus on the serpent and half on finding my mother.  Distracted by my mother I can’t tell which end of the serpent is closest to me…the head or the tail.  Knowing the only way to effectively deal with the serpent is to confront it head on I turn to grab the serpent by the neck. 


In the scuffle, I sat up in bed and woke up to find a man standing at the foot of my bed.  His form was so dense I thought he might actually be a real man in my bedroom.  He held his right arm out with his palm facing down and his body slightly bent forward.  He wore a turban on his head and a flimsy shirt and baggy pants that were tight around his lower legs and a cloth tied around his waist.  He looked just like a Gypsy. He was trying to communicate something to me but I could not hear his voice.  I pointed at him fiercely saying you, you, you are the one who is preying on me.  He stood there for a long time and would not disappear.  I finally laid back down and ignored him but since I had to go to the restroom I angrily through the covers to the side and jumped out of bed.  When I returned the man was finally gone. 

The Apocalypse

The Day The Earth Stood Still (1951 Film)Last night I had a dream.  I am busy entertaining guests in my house so busy that I forget what day it is.  As I look around I notice people are tense busily preparing for something.  I stop to ask one of my neighbors, “What’s up?”  He answers, “It’s the end of the world.”  “Is that today”, I ask him? I am not surprised by his response.  There are people in the know who have been aware of the events of 2012  for a long time.  I am one of those people.  I simply forgot it was today.  Yes…I do remember today is the day of the Apocalypse, the day the Earth is to stand still in awe of a great change.  Today is the day when the Earth as we know it will change.


Wanting to be fully present for the day’s events, a day that will go down in history, I step out on the deck where I have a clear view of the sky.  It is early afternoon but the sky is dark with dense cloud cover.  As I look out over the heavens watching for any anomalies, I notice a dark disk shaped ring approaching.  It’s them, they are here.  You can clearly make out the shape of the space ship through the dense clouds.  We are about to be invaded by aliens. 


Their ship stops just above my house.  As the ship hovers over my house, crewmembers begin to disembark on ropes landing on my deck by the dozens.  Those who are not afraid of the aliens are gathered to witness the event.  To my surprise the aliens look just like humans with the exception that they have agility that far surpasses that of any human being. At first they are focused on finding someone.  I know they are looking for me but for some reason they are not picking up on where or for that matter, who I am.  I know that if I surrender to them they will leave Earth quickly and not prolong their stay.  This would be good for those who might be in a state of fear.  I decide to surrender to them but first I disguise my friend Dinah as my dog to take her with me. 


They quickly confirm who I am and accept me and my dog Dinah to board the ship.  The invasion is over and we are now headed back to their home planet.  These people live high up in the trees and they get around like Tarzan by swinging on ropes.  For most of the trip I’m asleep.  When I awaken, I’m perched high up in the trees but my dog Dinah is not with me.   I’m immediately filled with the energy of this planet.  I feel like one of them.  I’m suddenly aware of all their abilities.  I grab for a rope and begin swinging in the trees completely unafraid.  I now have their agility. 


There are two races here on this planet, those who live in the trees and those who dwell on the land.  I want to experience both races.  I also want to find my dog Dinah.  To remain up in the trees, with every swing of the rope I must pull the rope toward me.  Instead I begin to descend finally reaching ground level where I allow those who dwell on the land to take me.  They place me in a trash bin to hide me from the tree dwellers who are now looking for me.  Dinah is in the trash bin with me.  I guess they knew I’d come looking for her.


The trash bin is on a rail car that begins to move.  They are transporting me somewhere.  They instruct me to keep my head down to remain out of sight from the tree people.  Since I’m with Dinah I’m happy and I remain quiet. 

I then heard my alarm sound.  I reached over, snoozed the alarm and rolled over for a few more precious minutes of sleep.  Before I had even fallen back to sleep I could still clearly see the dream in my minds eye.  I am still on board the moving rail car.  I can see Dinah sleeping next to me disguised as my dog.  Looking at her disguise I’m surprised they didn’t figure it out.  She doesn’t look anything like a real dog.  I chuckle for a moment inwardly. 


Wanting to explore my surroundings in this wakeful dream state, I get up out of the trash bin which is empty of any trash.  It was only used to transport us.  I peak over the top and look at the other cars.  I am in what looks to be a mine shaft, some internal caverns probably deep in some mountains.  There are others riding in the other bins.  There is a blond guy in the car in front of me who noticing me turns around to look at me.  I am amazed that this dream figure before me has every facial feature and quality of real life.  He is perfect in ever sense.  Yet it is not someone I have ever seen in this lifetime.  How has my mind constructed such an image?  There is something about him I recognize.  He smiles at me showing me his teeth and playfully makes a face at me. I’m expecting him to say Boo!  He doesn’t.  The more I look at him the more I’m amazed by the experience when suddenly it occurs to me.  This is my face yet not the face I wear in this life.  It’s as if I’m looking in the mirror.  Without a doubt he is me.  My alarm rings a second time. 

The Truth Above A Lie

Video PhoneLast night I had a dream as soon as I laid my head down on my pillow.  In the dream I pick up the phone to call my first partner, now my ex, Jerry who lives in Los Angeles.  I’m waiting for him to answer the phone.  The minute he answers I not only hear his voice but I can see him sitting in his house alone.  He appears to be seated in front of a hidden video camera.  He sits directly in front of me but is unaware that I can see him.  In the background, I can see the furnishings inside his house.  I am confused not knowing how it is possible I can see into his house.  Is this a true representation of his house?  I assume it is not.  What I am seeing must be my own surroundings.  He is completely unaware that I can see him as he is focused solely on our voice conversation. 

I ask him how he is doing and if he is seeing anyone in his life.  He responds by telling me a long story about how he has been alone all this time.  As he is telling me this someone walks down a flight of stairs into the room where he is.  It is a very good looking young man who has apparently overheard our conversation.  He is making a great deal of noise as he walks into the room.  The sound I hear over the phone corresponds with his movement and noise the man is making in the house.  The man evidently is aware of me and wants me to make the connection with the truth.  I hear a distinct voice tell me, “He is lying to you.”  An inner knowing tells me the man in his house is the man he is seeing and what I am seeing is the truth.   

Sleeping On The Train Tracks

Sleeping CarLast night I had a dream where my house is built on the train tracks.  The trains literally pass through my house.  Every night as the trains pass through one by one I am able to see into the sleeping cars and experience what the occupants of each sleeping car are doing.  They appear to pass through my awareness in slow motion such that I am able to get a good glimpse into their lives.  At first the experience of looking into peoples lives is very intriguing but as the nights progress I become very sleep deprived.  I am becoming more and more tired and my vision is becoming tunneled. 


There is a man who rides one of the nightly trains.  I am very intrigued with his life so I maintain in my mind a mental image of him.  I specifically look for him at night to pass through.  The house is in need of repair as the air conditioning is no longer functioning.  All the windows in the house are open but there is little relief from the heat of the day.  This  adds to the discomfort of the night. 


On this day, I decide to leave the house to try to find someone to repair the air conditioning.  As I step out the front door I turn around to go back as I believe I forgot something in the house.  I am in a hurry.  I can hear the next train approaching.  I am just about to jump the tracks to go back inside when it occurs to me the severity of my approach.  I could be killed by the oncoming train.  Although I can hear the train, I don’t know what track it is traveling on or in which direction it is headed.  I realize I need sleep because my judgment is impaired. 


I reach for my cell phone to call my doctor.  My doctor answers the phone and I proceed to explain the circumstances under which I am living.  He tells me I do not need sleep.  Angry with his response, I insist emphasizing our working relationship.  I am his patient and I am the one who is paying for his service and I want him to prescribe some sleeping pills. 


At this point, I begin to awaken from the dream. I can now see my bedroom but my vision is still tunneled.  In the tunnel is walking a man through the corridor of the oncoming train.  My first thought is to ask whether this is the man I seek?  Knowing the dream is about to end.  I quickly place his mental image in my mind and rush through the corridor to pass him to get a good look at his face.  As I pass him up I turn around and look squarely into his eyes.  I can see the soul of the man before me.  By this time I am now fully awake.  The man is now standing next to my bed.  He is in fact the same man I’ve been pursuing on the nightly train.  He is the image in my head.  There is a moment of clarity as his image slowly fades. 

What Becomes A Name

GodI’ve been trying to get off of my anti-depressants because I haven’t felt that they are working for me anymore because I’m always depressed.  I began by discontinuing my Prozac and Seroquil and I tried to stop taking my Remeron but couldn’t because I simply couldn’t sleep without it.  During my last trip to visit my family I continued the Remeron while stopping the others and figured I’d work on discontinuing the Remeron once I returned to DC from LA.  The day of our departure back to DC I had a 6am flight.  In order to have enough time to return the car rental and get to the airport on time I had to wake up at 2:30 in the morning. I had had very little sleep.  I thought upon arriving to DC this would be a great opportunity to stop the Remeron because I thought with my body being so tired it would naturally fall asleep with ease.  For the next few nights I did just that and for the most part it worked.  I was Remeron free although my sleep was less than perfect very broken causing me to awaken every few hours but nevertheless I was dreaming so I felt good.  I even had a visitation from a grey bearded gentleman one morning when I awoke I found him standing beside my bed.  He never said a word but simply looked at me and smiled.  I smiled and waved at him and closed my eyes and hoped for sleep.


I thought I had licked the Remeron and was on my way to recovery when the migranes started.  This night I took two Excedrin before bed.  The pain was tremendous but I was determined not to fall back on the Remeron.  My sleep was the worst it had been all week but my dreams on the otherhand were incredibly vivid. I was dreaming while awake.  This night I remained 100% lucid for the entire night because I was so close to the surface of conscious awakening.  


I journeyed to some of the most incredible places I have ever seen walking through tunnels with lights that pulsated through them.  At one point I wanted to determine where the beautiful lights were originating from that were pulsating through the tunnels.  I discovered these powerful lights in the depths of darkness were emanating from my spirit.  As I moved the lights moved with me.  I was a beacon of light.  The light essence formed walkways before me that had not existed before upon which I could traverse.  Along the walkways appeared heavily wooded cottages with small gardens that were simply beautiful for as far as my eyes could see.  As I moved through the walkway with a clear line of site before me I noticed the cottages at the end of my line of sight moved with every movement I made.  I was amazed.  They are not only absolutely beautiful but they also respond to my beckoning.  As I walk along the winding road I am amazed that the light from my spirit is so bright going forth and illuminating all the gardens.  At one point I pause stopping for a moment then take a few steps backward to see if the light is still responding to my movements, which it is. 


After enjoying the gardens I know it is time for me to wake up.  A woman appears to escort me out of the garden and bid me farewell.  She tells me “What you take with you, you may name or you may keep its name and wait 10 yrs.”   


With that I awoke in total amazement from within a very light sleep.

A Sekhmet Decanter

SekhmetI had a dream where I live on an estate that is located along a golf course.  Many of the homes in these estates have natural hot springs.  My home is one of those with a natural spring.  My sister is visiting me.  In a moment of clarity, I pause to reflex on the ostentatious homes and how unnatural that is to who I am. 


My sister and I are planning to spend the day soaking in the hot spring but first we stop in to look through the gift shop situated on the golf course.  Wondering through the gift store, I notice there are many display cases with crystal images of the Egyptian god Sekhmet.  I am captivated by these images.  Sekhmet is the only god honored by the golf course.  I want to know why the golf course has chosen to specifically honor this god and not any other.  Most of the crystal images are large and very expensive. 


As I examine the images I notice all of the larger expensive ones contain a fluid within them.  They all seem to serve as decanters for an essence or perfume.  There is also a small solid crystal image that catches my eye.  I am drawn to this smaller one because it is solid whereas the others I regard as inferior because they have hollowed out insides which hold their essence.  This small image of Sekmet is prices at $40.  I buy it setting it on the counter to wait for Grace to finish her shopping.  Grace is looking at some Indian moccasins. 


There is a woman in the shop talking to the salesperson about the homes in this area.  She makes a comment regarding the minimum amenities afforded each of the homes.  These are luxury homes, she says.


We have spent our whole day in the gift shop and the store is now closing.  I return to the counter where I had set my purchase down and no longer see my item sitting on the counter.  All the display cases are now empty.  The salesperson rummages through some items behind the counter looking for my purchase.  She asks me if it is the large one to which I nod my head to disagree.  She finally finds it and brings it back out on the counter where I examine it a second time.  This time I notice this small version is also a decanter which holds a highly concentrated essence.  I suddenly realize the price is in proportion to the amount of essence which the decanters contain and does not reflect the value of the decanter. 

A Visit with Taurus

Tauroctony of MithrasLast night I had several false awakenings repeatedly one after the other.  I had a dream where I was in communication with a being from another dimension.  As we are talking it occurs to me that I am dreaming or in an altered state of consciousness.  Knowing these being are able to step through and cross over into other dimensions I grab him by the arm and proceed to wake myself up, to get up out of bed to bring him over to my roommate to prove that aliens exist.  I struggle to wake myself up while holding him tightly by the arm; each attempt triggers a false awakening. 


In the first false awakening, I get up out of bed with him at my side.  We walk down the hallway hand in hand to my roommate’s bedroom and realize my roommate did not come home this night and is not in his bed.  That realization places me back in the dream where I realize I am in a false awakening and my body is still lying in bed.  Again I explain to him what I am trying to do.  I feel the physical presence of his arm to make sure I have a good grip on him.  I can feel the fingers of his hand as being different than those of a human being.  He graciously agrees to try again and come with me.


On the second false awakening, I get up out of bed clearly checking to make sure I am really out of bed.  Taurus is at my side.  We are holding hands.  We walk down the hallway and before we can get to the end of the hallway to my roommate’s bedroom it occurs to me that he is right.  My roommate did not come home last night otherwise I would have heard the house alarm go off in the middle of the night. 


This awareness places me back in the dream realizing that I am having another false awakening.  Taurus, my alien friend is still at my side.  I tell him we should try one more time but this time I will gently pull him forward with my other hand on his back bringing him toward me as we roll out of bed.  Once again he agrees.  I then place my other hand on his back side feeling the details of his scaly body and his well defined spin.  I am amazed that I am able to feel his physical presence in this altered state of awareness.  Struggling through sleep paralysis, we proceed to get up out of bed.


I wake up sitting up in bed.  In my hand I have the physical presence of an invisible being.  I cannot see him with my physical eyes yet I can feel his physical presence in my hand.  There is something firm, solid and invisible in my hand.  As I sit up in bed I am wondering if I am really awake.  I then remember that there is no point in walking down the hallway because my roommate did not come home last night.  There is no one in the house to witness for me the presence of aliens.  Slowly the sensation of his arm in my hand slips and fades as he returns to his dimension and I remain in mine.   

Mithraism was an initiatory order, passed from initiate to initiate, like the Eleusinian Mysteries. It was not based on a body of scripture, and hence very little written documentary evidence survives. Soldiers and the lower nobility appeared to be the most plentiful followers of Mithraism.

In every Mithraic temple, the place of honor was occupied by a tauroctony, a representation of Mithras killing a sacred bull which was associated with spring. Mithras is depicted as an energetic young man, wearing a Phrygian cap, a short tunic that flares at the hem, pants and a cloak which furls out behind him. Mithras grasps the bull so as to force it into submission, with his knee on its back and one hand forcing back its head while he stabs it in the neck with a short sword. The figure of Mithras is usually shown at a diagonal angle and with the face turned forward. The representations occur as both reliefs, and as three-dimensional sculpture; however the three dimensional images have a strongly frontal aspect.
A serpent and a dog seem to drink from the bull’s open wound which is sometimes depicted as spilling grain rather than blood, and a scorpion (usually interpreted as a sign for autumn) attacks the bull’s testicles, sapping the bull’s strength. Sometimes, a raven or crow is also present, and sometimes also a goblet and small lion. Cautes and Cautopates, the celestial twins of light and darkness, are torch-bearers, standing on either side with their legs crossed, Cautes with his brand pointing up and Cautopates with his turned down. Above Mithras, the symbols for Sol and Luna are present in the starry night sky.


Could I Love A Taurus?

Life PreserverLast night I had a lucid dream within the first hour of having fallen asleep. I know this because when the dream was over I immediately got up to go to the bathroom and noted the time that had passed since I had layed my head down to meditate.  


In the dream, I am in an open field where all the stars are visible in the night sky. Looking up at the heavens, I want to know whether aliens exist, beings from another dimension, and if they do I want to communicate with them.  A twinkling of lights appear in the sky and I know it is a response to my question.  Space ships appear and hover over the night sky. A voice is heard in the heavens, “Aliens do exist.”  With that a black life preserver falls out of the heavens and into my hands. 


Knowing this is my chance to cross over into their world.  I slip the life preserver around my waist.  As my body enters the ring I can see a slice of the Flower of Life in 3 deminsional space.  A being appears to greet me. He is in a form that is pleasing to my awareness.  Knowing this, I tell him I want to see his true form.  His form changes to that of a reptilian being that reminded me of the Egyptian god Sekhmet.   Knowing the truth, I look deep into his eyes and ask myself, “Could I love you?”  My entire being fills with love and I know in my heart that I could love an alien as I love my own family.  My arms reach out to embrace him.  I can feel his upper arms which have a soft rubber feel to them.  He turns to depart back into his world. 


Wanting to experience his world fully I follow him stepping through the metrix that is his dimension.  As I step through, I appear on board his space ship.  The interior of the ship has a pale blue grey color to it.  There are 3 beings that I can see aboard the ship.  I notice there is almost no instrumentations.  The metrix from which I entered closes behind me.  He shows me around his vessel answering all my questions concerning interdimensional travel. He tells me the point at which I enter is the point at which I return so it is impossible for me to get lost.


Everything is so vivid and real I wonder if I have permanently left my world.  Seeing the others I commit their faces to memory so that if I ever encounter them again I will remember them.  How could I ever forget such an experience?   With that thought I am instantly returned to my bed.  

 Throwable PFDs are often called “life savers”, “life preservers” or “lifebelts” or Lifebuoy (although the terms “life savers” and “life preservers” can also refer to lifejackets/vests). 
Throwable PFDs are deployed from a vessel or land into nearby water, to give the recipient buoyancy. They are often provided on ships, docks and other water-edges in case a person falls in the water. Throwable PFDs are usually ring-shaped (toroidal or torus). Such a shape is easy to throw to a distressed person, can be grasped by a hand or hooked arm even in turbulent conditions, and is much easier to put on in the water than a lifevest. A new form of throwable PFD, known as a “guidable life preserver,” or “hydrofoil-powered life preserver”, is starting to gain widespread acceptance and use, particularly in the field of swiftwater rescue. Guidable life preservers are typically capable of greater distances and accuracy than traditional throwable life preservers, and in some cases can also be used to transport rescue workers across the water. One example of this new form of life preserver is the following shore-based swiftwater rescue system. Certain airplane seat cushions may be used as flotation devices. They typically include two straps on the back to be held onto in the event of an unsuccessful ditching on a body of water. They are designed to be used as personal flotation devices on non-overwater aircraft that are not required to be stocked with a supply of life vests. (Commercial aircraft are also equipped with multiple inflatable “escape slide – raft” devices, just as ships are equipped with inflatable life rafts and other floating survival platforms additional to rigid lifeboats.) 


TaurusIn geometry, a torus (pl. tori) is a surface of revolution generated by revolving a circle in three dimensional space about an axis coplanar with the circle, which does not touch the circle. Examples of tori include the surfaces of doughnuts and inner tubes. The solid contained by the surface is known as a toroid. A circle rotated about a chord of the circle is called a torus in some contexts, but this is not a common usage in mathematics. The shape produced when a circle is rotated about a chord resembles a round cushion. Torus was the Latin word for a cushion of this shape

Taurus is the second astrological sign in the Zodiac, originating from the constellation of Taurus. In western astrology, this sign is no longer aligned with the constellation as a result of the precession of the equinoxes. In astrology, Taurus is considered a “feminine”, negative sign. It is also considered an earth sign and is one of four fixed signs.[3] Taurus is ruled by the planet Venus (which also rules Libra). Being the second sign of the zodiac, Taurus has been associated with the astrological second house. The glyph is also the alchemical symbol for rocksalt.[4]

Individuals born when the Sun was in this sign are considered Taurus individuals. Under the tropical zodiac, the Sun is in Taurus roughly from April 20 to May 20.[1] Under the sidereal zodiac, it is currently there roughly from May 15 to June 15.[5] People born on these juncture dates should have an astrological chart drawn to determine which sign the sun was in at the exact time of their birth.

Taurus is one of the constellations of the zodiac. It sits large and prominent in the Northern Hemisphere winter sky, between Aries to the west and Gemini to the east; to the north lie Perseus and Auriga, to the southeast Orion, and to the southwest Eridanus and Cetus.

In the west of the constellation lie the Pleiades, one of the best known open clusters, easily visible to the eye.  The Pleiades also known as M45, the Seven Sisters, Seven Stars, is an open cluster in the constellation of Taurus. It is among the nearest star clusters, and is probably the best known, and is certainly the most obvious to the naked eye.

The Dark Night

CrowLast night I had a dream where I am at an IASD Conference. I am upset because I have temporary residence within the organization.  Little do I know that during the interim sessions all the members who hold residency status must vacate their quarters and return home for a period of time. Then return a new.  All my possessions are being displaced.  I should have known this but I guess I just did not pay attention to the details.  They have already come through and dismantled most of my living quarters.  I demand to see the President but my request is ignored.  


Now I lay and wait for the dark night when we all must return home.  My friend Ed and I are sitting around waiting.  He rode his bicycle to the conference and is planning the trip home in the same way.  The distance he must cover is at least 12 hours by car.  It is also the dead of winter with little if any daylight.  The sun never rises during this period.  He plans to head south on his bike by way of Boston.  We are laying in bed watching television just waiting for the right moment.  We are cuddled up with each other to help keep each other warm.  All of the others have long since left.  He then gets up and begins applying tar all over his body as a form of insulation for the long ride home.  He is covered from head to toe in black tar.  He  reminds me of a black crow.  I know my time has come, it is time to ready myself to make the same journey back home. 


Dark Night of the Soul (Spanish: La noche oscura del alma) is a treatise written by Spanish poet and Roman Catholic mystic Saint John of the Cross. It has become an expression used to describe a phase in a person’s spiritual life, a metaphor for a certain loneliness and desolation. It is referenced by spiritual traditions throughout the world.

The phrase “dark night of the soul” emerged from the writings of Saint John of the Cross, a Carmelite priest in the 16th century. Dark Night of the Soul, the name of a poem and its theological commentary, are among the Carmelite priest’s most well-known writings. The texts tell of the saint’s mystical development and the stages he is subjected to on his journey towards union with God.

The Dark Night of the Soul is divided into two books that reflect the two phases of the dark night. The first is a purification of the senses. The second and more intense of the two stages is that of the spirit, which is the less common of the two. Dark Night of the Soul further describes the ten steps on the ladder of mystical love, previously described by Saint Thomas Aquinas and in part by Aristotle, referred to by medieval Catholic theologians as the Philosopher, for he established justification for the existence of one true God and thus refuted his master, Plato. The text was written while John of the Cross was imprisoned by his Carmelite brothers, who opposed his reformations to the Order.

Saint Thérèse of Lisieux, a 19th-century French Carmelite, underwent similar experience. Centering on doubts about the afterlife, she reportedly told her fellow nuns, “If you only knew what darkness I am plunged into.”

While this crisis is assured to be temporary in nature, it may be extended. The “dark night” of Saint Paul of the Cross in the 18th century lasted 45 years, from which he ultimately recovered. Mother Teresa of Calcutta, according to letters released in 2007, “may be the most extensive such case on record”, lasting from 1948 almost up until her death in 1997, with only brief interludes of relief between. Franciscan Friar Father Benedict Groeschel, a friend of Mother Teresa for a large part of her life, claims that “the darkness left” towards the end of her life.

The “dark night” might clinically or secularly be described as the letting go of one’s ego as it holds back the psyche, thus making room for some form of transformation, perhaps in one’s way of defining oneself or one’s relationship to God. This interim period can be frightening, hence the perceived “darkness.”

Tar is a viscous black liquid derived from the destructive distillation of organic matter. Most tar is produced from coal as a byproduct of coke production, but it can also be produced from petroleum, peat or wood.Tar is used in treatment of the skin disease psoriasis, where coal tar is the most effective. Tar is also a general disinfectant. Petroleum tar was also used in ancient Egyptian mummification circa 1000 BC.

Crows, and especially ravens, often feature in European legends or mythology as portents or harbingers of doom or death, because of their dark plumage, unnerving calls, and tendency to eat carrion. They are commonly thought to circle above scenes of death such as battles.

In the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Chaldean myth, the character Utnapishtim releases a dove and a raven to find land, however, the dove merely circles and returns. Only then does Utnapishtim send forth the raven, who does not return. Utnapishtim extrapolates from this that the raven has found land, which is why it hasn’t returned. This would seem to indicate some acknowledgement of crow intelligence, which may have been apparent even in ancient times, and to some might imply that the higher intelligence of crows, when compared to other birds, is striking enough that it was known even then.

Amongst Wiccans, crows are often thought to be highly psychic and are associated with the element of ether or spirit, rather than the element of air as with most other birds. This may in part be due to the long-standing occult tradition of associating the color black with “the abyss” of infinite knowledge (see akasha), or perhaps also to the more modern occult belief that wearing the “color” black aids in psychic ability, as it absorbs more electromagnetic energy, since surfaces appear black by absorbing all frequencies in the visible spectrum, reflecting no color.