DaFuMu
for Peace -
Dreams for November 2005
Dreams from the 15th night of each month
I am in the dream with Sai. We are walking an earth path, very compact earth
beneath our feet. There is a delineated path here in this natural spot. To the
left of it there is a void so to speak. The solid earth ends behind the path
and I can't see anything there other than dense open packed space which
changes from daylight to night - it has the consistency of fog but it is still
and not moving. To the right of the path there is a forest but I get a sense
that it is a shifting, changing landscape. I am walking with Sai on this path.
It seems to meander and change as it moves to the right, to the left in
different ways but it is always there, marked clearly. There is a sense of
strong safety in this dream landscape.
I am concerned about her because she has agreed to travel to Europe with this
couple with two children and I know her heart is not in this trip but she is
doing it anyway. I watch the couple and their children in front of me. They
are moving together in tandem. I have a sense that the couple are users - they
will invite people with them when they need their services in some way. Their
intentions are not clean. I try to convey this to Sai to the best of my
ability but she seems determined to do this even though she does not want to
really do it. EOD - Rita
I find myself in a kind of jungle, but not a rain forest. There is a movement
going on, of gathering young people, to train them. It seems implicit in the
dream, what this training aims for, but hard to put into words as I record
this, some kind of wisdom course, empowerment training – certainly not for
warfare. The young people, some still children, are all ‘black’, dark skinned,
and I think the dream takes place in Africa, sub-Saharan Africa, or perhaps a
bit further south. I act as one of the coordinators, guiding the young to our
camps.
Having run along a forest/jungle path, I then see a glimpse, a scene, from
inside a house. A simple, wooden house, off the ground, but because of the
warm climate it has no real windows or doors. New rooms and extensions have
been built on as and when they were needed. It is just before dawn, and two
children, a boy and a girl, twins, have decided to run away this day, and join
the camps. Up before anybody else, they quietly leave their home, never to
return. A great adventure awaits them.
An older sister, who wears a bulky skirt and a large headscarf, a sign that
she has reached womanhood, although she can be no more than twelve or
thirteen, follows them. The twins seem to know that, but don’t mind, their
sister, while ‘mother’s helper’ in so many ways, will never betray them or
tell on them.
By now they have joined me, and we must have stopped for a while, because a
little boy, a neighbour, comes running with the message that the twins must
return home. Their mother has sent him. I realise that the twins are really
very young, and that it falls on me to act responsibly here. I decide to guide
them to choose from their hearts, because the idea to join the camps, to go on
an adventure, may not be a heart choice, but a head one. I make sure they
think of their mother, and to contemplate whether or not they feel ready to
leave her for good.
In my own heart I know the outcome, the twins will return home, but
surprisingly, their meek elder sister will find it in her heart to leave her
family for the work and training of the camps.
I also know that the twins will have been changed by the experience, and will
take a new way of making choices back with them, as will, I think, the boy who
was sent for them. I too have been changed by the experience, of having been
prompted into awareness and responsibility. The promptings felt inner,
although they also felt as if they originated outside of me and that I was
being guided.
I had journeyed west-southwest to reach these children, and know with my inner
compass that the camps are located to the north, or by now, east-northeast,
the north being the direction of wisdom and knowledge (at least in Native
American teachings.) -- Olivia
Spending dream
It is late at night, or early in the morning,
(depending on one's viewpoint) and Eric and I find a
thousand dollar check and some twenties, and other
bills. For some reason we are caught and have to hide
the money. Some woman is talking to us and distracting
us.
I sneak back into the closet and retrieve the shoe box
I put the money in. On closer examination of the check
I see it was made out to somebody else, Jeremy
somebody, so we couldn't cash it if we wanted to.
I then grabbed the rest of the money and went to Eric
and said "Let's go shopping!ť
We both realize it is a couple of hours before
sunrise, but what the hell.
We go out to spend our money. EOD.
The second thing is Deepak Chopra is having a World
Wellness Weekend in Denver this January 28th and 29th
at the new Colorado Convention Center. David Wilcox
will also be a guest at the event. I called the
organizers about vending, and booths for psychics,
plus a classroom, would be around $500. If I split the
booth with another local reader, we could make our
money back, a little more hopefully, plus also give
spiritual guidance and healing to many new clients.
The potential is wonderful. Now to print up those new
business cards. The culture influences me, I influence
the culture, and definitely I feel this dream zeroed
in on the fact something good was coming. Now we can
shop till we drop! - Ron
Vic comment to Ron's dream
Ron; all
as soon as I saw pillars in 'Sara from Sea Life's \ Dream, I
recalled this:
I think some of my recent dreaming has been of being open about
peace message translation into other languages.. to show none of us
is promoting terrorism of any kind.. to quell some fears that
uncertainty always creates in the world.
I think I had some dog dreams some time too I shall see if they
are in the archive..
I don't want to call it DaFuMu, it is only
the dream I had at DaFuMu night. - ilkin
We will have trip. My husband sees somebody he
knows and begin to talk with him. I am waiting bored in a hall like a gallery.
There are some women going in and out. They are all businesswomen. I don't ike
the bubusiness of some and turn my back not to make eye contact. For me their
businesses are all for sucking what people have, future of young ones. I can
see what is going on behind the walls too. At one side there is JR and Sue
Ellen (from the TV serial Dallas) discussing. JR is acting as he became the
president of US. I am thinking as what a pity for us all. No side seem good
outside the walls, around the world.
We are getting on a plane. It is a very big
plane and there is a very large entrance looking around and walking out until
the plane land of. It is rainy and snowy outside. There are many construction
lands and vehicles. The giant construction vehicles, trucks etc are causing
danger to normal cars. A kind of war is going on around the world. There are
some very honest and brave young men running with a kind of red flag as they
are in a relay race. I know that they are real believer and patriots. At first
I am thinking the flag is Turkish flag but it is not, it don't t even seem as
a real flag but a very thin and old red quilt. They are preparing a special
place for the flag. A strong man is waiting just infront of us to take the
flag for his turn. He is catching it and delivering to the place they
prepeared in a blink. The place is somehow religious but it don't cause such
feelings in me. The floor is white and there are some religious things on some
shelves. There is also an equipment to deliver the voice all around the world.
A rather older man with a beard is taking the quilt and beginning to read
something like a hymn to the microphone. After he sing his lines there are
lines everybody should sing together, but they can not get the voice as laud
as it is needed. I feel that he is not comfortable with this and the people
around are also not comfortable with what is going on, with him. Others have
the positive energy of belief and patriotism while the man don't have the real
energy of what he should be. I think but can't decide what religion is this.
It neither seem Christian nor Islam.
We are turning back and on our way to plane again. At the huge entrance there
are a little higher stripe than the road we are using. There are hundreds of
women in lines to our left. They are wearing identical clothes as they are
some kind of criminals. They seem as they have pain, some wounded. I am
feeling as they are on their way to concentration camps of Holocaust. To our
right there is only one woman. The guards and her lawyer are trying to keep
her calm but her last request is refused and she is on her way to execution.
We are entering the plane under their yearning eyes.
I am sitting to my place thinking where and how
this plane will go under this heavy weather. I am listening the news in my
mind. It says Jordan King and family is leaving the country in fear of life. I
am wondering where they can go. The world map is infront of my eyes and there
are only a few countries in Europe left to go. The 2-3 countries are not the
ones we know now. I m counting in my mind as; no England, no France, no
Russia, no Iraq, no Syria, no Labenon... X is gone, Y is gone, Esad of Syria
already run away, now Abdullah of Jordan...what next, what next. There
is a very strong snow storm outside but I don't fear from flying. I know we
have a route and will reach there, I only don't know what will happen after
than.
I find myself in a kind of jungle, but not
a rain forest. There is a movement going on, of gathering young people, to
train them. It seems implicit in the dream, what this training aims for, but
hard to put into words as I record this, some kind of wisdom course,
empowerment training certainly not for warfare. The young people, some still
children, are all black, dark skinned, and I think the dream takes place in
Africa, sub-Saharan Africa, or perhaps a bit further south. I act as one of
the coordinators, guiding the young to our camps.
Having run along a forest/jungle path, I then see a glimpse, a scene, from
inside a house. A simple, wooden house, off the ground, but because of the
warm climate it has no real windows or doors. New rooms and extensions have
been built on as and when they were needed. It is just before dawn, and two
children, a boy and a girl, twins, have decided to run away this day, and join
the camps. Up before anybody else, they quietly leave their home, never to
return. A great adventure awaits them.
An older sister, who wears a bulky skirt and a large headscarf, a sign that
she has reached womanhood, although she can be no more than twelve or
thirteen, follows them. The twins seem to know that, but don’t mind, their
sister, while a mother's helper in so many ways, will never betray them
or tell on them.
By now they have joined me, and we must have stopped for a while, because a
little boy, a neighbour, comes running with the message that the twins must
return home. Their mother has sent him. I realise that the twins are really
very young, and that it falls on me to act responsibly here. I decide to guide
them to choose from their hearts, because the idea to join the camps, to go on
an adventure, may not be a heart choice, but a head one. I make sure they
think of their mother, and to contemplate whether or not they feel ready to
leave her for good.
In my own heart I know the outcome, the twins will return home, but
surprisingly, their meek elder sister will find it in her heart to leave her
family for the work and training of the camps.
I also know that the twins will have been
changed by the experience, and will take a new way of making choices back with
them, as will, I think, the boy who was sent for them. I too have been changed
by the experience, of having been prompted into awareness and responsibility.
The promptings felt inner, although they also felt as if they originated
outside of me and that I was being guided. - Olivia
I had journeyed west-southwest to reach
these children, and know with my inner compass that the camps are located to
the north, or by now, east-northeast, the north being the direction of wisdom
and knowledge (at least in Native American teachings.)
Victoria
