Dialog with Nature Spirits

Late at night I was filled with a dark heavy energy.  I remembered my feeling earlier in the day listening to Patrick MacManaway regarding an intention to form a dialogue with environmental spirits.  I sought to communicate with the feelings and see where it would take me.  I was in a dream in my Decatur case, something about an expert witness used to work for the feds.  Then I was in the Amazon and there was a large boring device that was ripping apart the swampland to create a new drainage tributary for the Amazon. I could feel the pain of nature being ripped apart and the unnaturalness of the new river.

Then I was with C. Hatfield my old friend in law school who is now very politically active in Missouri.  He was bragging to the point that I was uncomfortable.  Two prisoners were playing a game.  They were playing very skillfully but one of them (at least according to Chuck) won the game because he was intimidating the other and that this was sort of some left hand magic practice.

Then one of the prisoners told me he had cancer and everybody in his town had cancer from some environmental pollution.  He told me he wrote a book about the rebellion in Arkansas.    He and a group were on a boat and helicopters came to attack them and they shot rounds and rounds of bullets to destroy the helicopters attacking them.  They were still going to lose in the long run.  I wanted to dialog with him like Patrick was doing.  

Before then I was in a group and T. Pepper from high school kept kitting me on the arm.  He said it wasn't me.  It was really confusing what was happening then.

The Empty Cup

Late at night I went back to sleep after the LBR.

I felt called to a practice of clearing out space to attract a benevolent spirit.  Like being possessed by an Orisha or something of the kind.  In my hynagogic state, I wasn't thinking like this, but sensed that this was my primary spiritual practice and what I do all the time, without being sensitive to it. 

In this relaxed open state, I felt the energy of spirit come in, and it was vibrating.  I remembered what I read about the energy manifesting as opposing energy potentials, sun and moon

, wind and water, and felt this viscerally. 

I felt my consciousness focus deep in the back of my brain, and behind my throat, the seat of dreams.

When the dreams came, I was in a hotel room.  Not the one I started in, but the one next door.  I had become separated.  There was a women there, but I knew she was possessed by something and intended to kill me.  But she couldn't I was too strong and psychically prevented her from the attack she planned.

Then I was at a Church I had never been to.  In the back, like in a kitchen area, but there were pews.  I was with the children and we were celebrating.  There was food.  I was happy.