Key Memory one

Okay, so I am finally getting the hang of this, slowly I absorb. I can now read my friends page, post to my blog and disussion groups. What a lot of inspiring and wonderful people there are here.

Thanks to zaadster  just"B" for the memory practice. The opportunity to clear the mind for deeper work by recording deep memories has been long a part of my writing, it is astounding and really fun to have someone else fall into the practice in a very clear and studied way. Like finding different entry points to the same chrystal.

Key memory one.

  As I become aware I am standing in a large plain of grass. The landscape in unusual to me, and yet I do not feel strange. I am about eleven years old and I am walking with my two best  girl friends and we are all being assaulted by birds.  the small birds are hurling themselves at us, very intensely.  They are being harmed by it and we are becoming scared though somehow the birds do not actually hurt us with their effort. It is just the intensity of communication which is so frightening.  It is very grey and dark.  Simone and Lisa are shielding their heads from the birds.

"Why?" I say, "why?" I am nearly crying.  As the chos and seeming destruction continues I notice a subtle shift in the light and I turn away from the spectacle.  I see two red winged black birds and a pure white dove.

  the dove instantly trabsforms into a woman.  She has very long dark black hair and almong eyes. Her skin is very pearlescent and colored a soft almond color. Her arms are still in the transformed shape of the dove.  Around her head is a golden metal circlet, and her garment is a mixture of white and sky blue flowing into feathers.

"you will know the secret and the sign when the time is right"
she says to me. Her attendants are also transformed, hanging in the air above an empty green plain with a slightly peach pink sky in the background. There are no birds throwing themselves at us now here.

"The secret is in the eyes"
" you will know him
by the light
when the time is right"

 at that point another sort of over voice says " You will remember the message later when the time is right". I am at this point aware that I am dreaming, and still continuing to dream.

I find that I am standing again next to Lisa and Simone, and that the woman has transformed before my eyes into the white dove accompanied again by the red winged blackbirds.

At my pals birthday party the next day (Lisa turning 12), first thing in the morning gathering to go to "magic Mountain" immediately Simone says, "Catt I had this dream, there were all these birds attacking us, and then I turned around and you were talking to this beutiful woman who turned into a white dove and flew away."

I was stunned. The dream had not been revealed to anyone, I was taken aback.  Next Lisa offered that she had seen only the dove fly away accompanied by the two birds. By this point I was shaking.

   Clearly I can still see the familiar curb where we would gather as I related the dream to them. The tender looks on their young faces as they contemplated the spiritual implications of sharing such a dream.  The morning clouds began to burn off revealing bright sunny expanses of sky in the Agoura Hills morning. 

  Some time later when I began to study with my Wizard mentor Bob Thomas I remembered the part about the secret.

  From that day forwards my perception of the world was greatly altered.  Each time I saw a pure white dove I felt as if a hand was being laid on my shoulder.  The entire world began to speak to me, the simple omens of the day helped me make my way through some very confusing times.

  About nine months after the dream while I was out and about with my Godparents I saw somewhere my first image of Isis.  My entire body shot through with energy and chills as I realized that this was the dove lady.  That at eleven years I had seen isis transform.  From that moment I became very attracted to Egyptian mythology, and actually within a couple of years of that first dream I would meet my mentor Bob Thomas who had actually originally been my godfather during my infancy (by a rather Arthurian twist of events).