Our hearts as light bulbs
DREAM, JUNE 28, 2025
I see our hearts as light bulbs. The light that emanates from our heart fields differs. Mine is the brightest, whitest light—sometimes harsh to others. It’s a light that wants to banish all darkness but instead can shine judgment, expectation, and control. His bulb’s light is soft and diffuse, never hard on the eye. I wrongly interpret it as “low-energy,” but it’s not. It’s kinder, gentler on the human condition, and this makes me reflect on how I want to be more like him. I hope to soften my own light, letting it illuminate rather than overwhelm.
Simple transmutation healing
Dream, July 31, 2021
I was transmuting pain inside people. There was a long line waiting in the astral realm for this kind of energy healing. I couldn’t reach everyone during Dreamtime—I had to wake up. I told them, “Tomorrow, we’ll continue with this.”
How did I do it?
I saw energy inside each person. If it appeared dark, I changed it to blue or another lighter color.
The skylight is a map to my soul
DREAM, JUNE 29, 2025
Another night on the cosmic highway.
I wake in an unknown dream,
on a stranger’s couch.
I don’t know the laws of this realm,
nor the villains,
or even the mission.
Am I the main character this time,
or just a bystander to my own soul?
The constellations light up the sky—
a road map for expansion.
My spirit is restless,
my consciousness relentless.
I have to keep going.
Frog Medicine
DREAM, JUNE 25, 2025
The frogs are jumping out of my chest. In the dream, it is a wooden chest, but the chest is also my heart, and the frogs are my raw emotions—some transparent, some not. I want to put them back in, but they want to be free. Later in the dream, I see the frogs outside, growing in cocoons like butterflies. I understand that even the most immature emotions deserve a metamorphosis.
Oasis in the desert
Dream, February 18, 2025
My angels tell me there is an oasis in the desert. A prince is waiting. The oasis and the prince are archetypal symbols. The oasis symbolizes a place of refuge and spiritual renewal amidst barren desolation, and the prince symbolizes the quest to fulfill your potential. This is the beginning of a new journey—one with trials and obstacles. The task is simple: trust there is an oasis in the desert—hope among the darkness—and that the prince is destined to ascend the throne. The path is yours to claim.
* The Boy with the Asteriated Eyes
Dream, June 10, 2024
I dream of a baby boy, finally born in the astral realm. I go to pick him up from the floor, and as he reaches up toward my arms, I see that his pupils are star-shaped. Because of this, he is blind in the 3D realm. His asteriated eyes let in too much light, and he cannot see matter or forms—only higher realm energies.
Higher realm cue cards
Dream, July 30, 2024:
Every moment or conversation is now shown to me on a cue card as if to revise or review that the scene is on track. A continuation of the dream two nights ago where I was asked to caption each moment with the highest and lowest energies being expressed and the secret desires that are acting as driving forces.
Reviewing the dialogue for higher meanings.
The layers of language—my own soul history and remembering the mastering of language, symbols and forms from beyond this life.
Consider the effects and how manipulation can occur when emotional tone is woven into language.
What are the cue cards the other person is working off? See all the influences or driving forces at play in any given moment. This dream was also a reminder from my spirit guides that I am responsible for speaking only a higher language—natural, transparent and pure.
Avoiding or resistance of the higher perspective is what causes pain and discomfort in my body. Only 5% of reality is above ground, the rest of it is influenced by the subconsciousness. Ask yourself what exactly is puppeteering you?
Gossip Angels
We sat huddled on the floor
gossiping like school girls —
in the purest way
and I can’t tell you
what was said
because it’s a secret
but it was about you
and your fears
and how it’s all going to be
OK.
The 2,000-year-old Claudia Tree
In a dream, they say “You are not the first iteration of Claudia.
You are merely a branch of a 2,000-year-old Claudia Tree.
Feel the ancient wisdom within you.”
I am my mothers tears remembering me.
An alchemical dream about Coagulatio
Dream, Wednesday, December 7, 2022
I am on a pilgrimage, wading through shallow waters, trying to find something I lost.
A half-buried plane from long ago.
Something that came down from the spirit and wanted to be concretized. A thought, an idea, an inspiration.
I know it’s from my childhood. I know it is a piece of my soul. I stare at the marvel of it all.
Spirit to matter. Crashed and buried. Things lost can always be found.
Related: An alchemical dream about Calcinatio
The dying pig mother and her suckling piglets
The image above was created using text prompts on Midjourney. I didn’t want to create anything as photorealistic as my dream, but I will describe it in detail below.
Nightmare, August 29, 2022
I rarely have nightmares. Not all dreams evoke positive feelings, most are perplexing and paradoxical, but never this gruesome.
I come across a mutilated, dying pig mother. She is bloody and there is a litter of piglets suckling her. She is deflating and losing all of her life force. I want to help, but I don’t know what to do.
If her piglets continue to feed off of her she will flatten and die. She needs time to rest and recuperate, but the piglets are too young to wean off. They won’t survive without her warmth and milk.
There is no happy ending for this event, which makes this a nightmare.
The gift of this gruesome imagery arrived when I realized I am both the pig mother and the piglets. I can be draining and co-dependent and I can also give and give and give of myself until there is nothing left.
Love needs boundaries. When I feel imbalanced or unhappy in love, I ask myself who am I right now? Am I the dying pig mother or am I the draining piglets?
The waterless seal
Dream, October 24, 2022
I found myself regressed in an apartment belonging to my mother and ex-stepdad. The water bill was past due and I was told I could not bathe myself in their home. As I was packing my stuff to leave in search of a shower, I discovered a very dry mama seal floundering in the bathtub. I said, “I don’t care how much it costs, this beautiful creature needs a lot of water,” and I turned on the shower full blast.
The seal is a creature that can exist both in water and land — symbolizing perfect harmony between our inner world and the external world. As a totem a seal represents our creative and imaginative faculties. This dream felt impoverished and imbalanced but I could not let my seal spirit friend sit in an empty bathtub.
Spare no expense for your soul or your imagination or your dreams.
How to clarify your intentions
A public service announcement from my higher self.
Hold each intention up to the sun – see what drives you.
Message from a dream, September 20, 2022
Your intentions propel you through life.
If they are cloudy or driven by ego or fear then where you end up could be somewhere you don’t want to be.
If you want to see your future hold your intentions up to the Sun, one by one.
See what is really driving you.
Anything short of divine will is only cheating yourself.
Cute vegetable-animal-human creatures grown from spore prints of consciousness
Lately I’ve been dreaming about new energies and creatures that want to be pulled into this world. In my dreams I usher them through portals, create havens, give them voice. Last night I met the cutest creatures made from consciousness spore prints, called soul prints. Here is a distant relative from a hybrid kingdom who wanted to meet you.
An alchemical dream about Calcinatio
Calcinatio is the first process in Alchemy. It is the burning of prime matter into ash. This is from where the mythical phoenix rises. This is how you turn lead into gold. This is how you become something new.
Baptism in fire, by Midjourney
Dream, Saturday, April 9, 2022
It was supposed to be a baptism, only my head was set on fire. This is how you purify yourself, they said. Burn all your scripts and schemas, and then start all over again. How many times can I transform before I die? I wonder. My head a funeral pyre. My potential reborn.
The Devil and I gaze at the damned stars
The Devil and I gaze at the damned stars, by Midjourney
38th Birthday Dream, June 8, 2022
I found myself in Hell being led by the Devil into a house that looked a lot like my house. I thought this can’t be my birthday dream! This is more like a nightmare. And then I saw the sky and all the stars in the sky looked like heavenly stars, and I said to the Devil, “I didn’t know you could see Heaven from Hell.” He said he had never noticed the stars before and he stood there, awestruck. I could feel him falling in love. I knew then this was not a nightmare — this was a gift. I never wanted the moment to end. The Devil and I in Hell, both of us in love, gazing up at the damned stars.
The butterfly swan-dives into a teacup
AI art collage by Midjourney and me
In between states of consciousness — like wake and sleep — the psyche speaks in images. Last week, my psyche showed me a butterfly swan-diving into a teacup where a spider was waiting.
Related: The Mandrake Man Dance
Pro-aging skin treatment
Midjourney
I was an older woman in my dream. Someone said I had aged rapidly and it was most noticeable in my elbows. The skin around my elbows was loose and sagged toward the floor. I said, “I know. This is why I walk into every room with my arms up in the air — celebrating myself.”
Life advice from a Mexican day worker in a dream
This is a dream realm account from Tuesday, March 1, 2022.
I learned that night that not everyone you encounter is a guide with a message. Some dream spirits are just trying to do their job — but if you hound them hard enough they’ll scrounge up some wisdom to spare.
I found myself on a bus in the middle of nowhere, when it made a sudden stop. I got off the bus and followed two day workers to their construction site, asking questions along the way.
I said, “Tell me something that will help me in real life. Where do I go? Where should I go?”
The Mexican man didn’t want to give me advice. He wasn’t that kind of guide or spirit. He was just a day laborer — in another realm — doing his job.
But I knew we had the same blood, so I asked again. I hounded him for advice.
“You’re real, I know. Tell me something.”
He finally said, “Ok. When you are standing in a checkout line, always have your pesos ready to pay. Don’t be that person that waits until the last minute. Count out your change and have it ready in your hand. Keep the line moving.”
I stood there for some time in the front yard of the house they were working on. I looked both ways down the road. I wondered if another bus would come to take me somewhere. I knew eventually, yes.