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Returning to Our Dreams by Ophilia Mandara

Returning to Our Dreams While many cultures (in fact, most!) have viewed dreams as spiritually and communally significant, mainstream culture and conventional healthcare in the United States tends towards a blasé disposition regarding dreams. As avid dreamers may know, this can often be felt interpersonally. If you’ve ever excitedly shared a dream with someone, only to have their eyes glaze over, you’ll know what I mean. It is a blessing and a treasure to have loved ones who will listen intently to our night-time journeys.   I recently finished a short novel called The Kin of Ata Are Waiting For You by Dorothy Bryant. In some ways, this was a harrowing book that was difficult for me to read, but never had I read a book that placed dreaming at its center like this one did. I found that it moved me deeply and stirred my heart into longing for a world that shares this intentional, mindful relationship to our dreamtime.   In ancient Greece (and in similar temples throughout the ancient world) there are examples of how dreams were a primary part of medicine and were held with real reverence. In Asklepion temples for instance, travelers would come from near and far to engage in “temple sleep.” This often entailed a ceremonial process of purification that required not only the pilgrimage to the temple itself, but included dietary changes, fasting, prayers, and ritual offerings. These acts were all a part of petitioning the gods for a particular dream. After these preparations and dream incubations, dreamers would sleep in the temple space. Any dreams received would then be shared with the temple stewards, who would help to translate the dreams as a means of addressing and remediating the dreamers’ illnesses, anguishes and questions.   The Egyptian word for dream is rswt, a word whose root means “to be awake.” As described in The Secret History of Dreaming by Robert Moss, the hieroglyphs used in the word rswt are followed by a symbol that depicts an open eye, suggesting that dreams are not an ignorant or trivial by-product of consciousness, but a space of open-eyed awareness and seeing.   The Temiar people of Malaysia also have an intimate spiritual relationship to dreams, seeing them as a landscape in which to communicate with spirits of the earth. In these dreams, natural presences such as mountains, plants and rivers, appear to share their songs of healing and protection with the dreamer. In Arnhem Land of Australia, the Yolngu people consider dreams as a space where the living and dead interact. In Tibetan Buddhism, dreams are seen as an opportune space to exercise the dissolution of the ego, or to receive dharmic teachings and karmic insights.   Contrary to these examples, Western psychology and neuroscience have largely viewed dreams as disconnected from any wider intelligence. Freud said of dreams that they have “nothing to communicate to anyone else.” This perspective is a part of our psychological lineage, the idea that dreams may have personal significance but are not relevant to others in our community or collective. Scientifically, the exploration of what dreams are and what their purpose is is ongoing, though it has long been espoused that dreams are a random firing of synapses, a sort of mechanistic decompiling of memories, events, and feelings from daily life. In a recent podcast on dreams from Wisconsin Public Radio called “To the Best of Our Knowledge,” host Anne Strainchamps refers to dreams as an “endogenous therapy.” While I do agree, this too suggests that dreams may be of use to the dreamer but that they serve an individual purpose.   Holding these contrasting perspectives, it seems clear that a culture’s understanding of dreams is colored by their pre-existing philosophies. In a culture that prizes individualism and rationality, dreams are a reflection of the same. Where we find paradigms of animacy and interconnectedness, dreams are experienced as an element of a wider conversation, one where we are not at the center, but involved in a set of exchanges with myriad spiritual and earthly presences.   Regardless of our unique beliefs regarding the origination or meaning of dream processes, what can be observed time and again, is the relational quality of dreaming. Dreams are very responsive to our attention and responsive to our conscious and unconscious concepts. If one dismisses dreams as irrelevant and random, it is likely that the potency of their aid and insight will be missed, or absent. Similarly, if we open to them with curiosity, with a conversational and enthusiastic demeanor, it is often surprising just how quickly they unfurl and bloom open to share their apparently limitless and strange wisdom with us.   So, I invite not a quantification of dreaming (though I bless and thank all the magicians of the mind and microscope out there for your enduring studies of the brain!) and instead call us into a grand turning: a turning towards the dream. A heart-opening towards the dream.   Turning towards our dreams, especially as a potential avenue for healing, is a great act of trust and faith. Dreams are a part of the mystery. When we turn towards them, we turn towards something that we don’t understand, something that will surprise us, something that is not algorithmic or predictable or entirely trackable. To turn towards this great oceanic unknown with the faith that you will find support can be very healing in and of itself.   It can begin simply. When you wake up, keep your eyes closed. See if your dream is still there. Notice the colors, the sounds, the visions that you were experiencing. Write them down, or sketch what you saw. Experiment with having gratitude for your dreams, and see what changes. Even the littlest nods of attention to your dream world can help them become more active, vibrant, and clear.   Blessings to you on your dream journeys. I’ll be back with more in days to come. Ophilia www.planetarybloom.com

Wendi

Return to our faith by Wendi Newman

Raising Fath Wendi Newman 5-20-25 looked at my history posting yesterday. I have only written this newsletter a very few times since January 2024. Losing Woody deeply affected me and my family. Today, I can share that part of that experience is now a book. Richard was turned inside out. I was trounced by self-doubt and grief, but also by caregiving. I carried myself and Richard through this last year and a half. We were so lucky to have extra help from our therapists and doctor. The book includes a little about what happened just to set the context, but is primarily about Richard and his search for a way to recover. He went very, very far away. He found an unusual route back into himself, and that is the story in the book. The book’s creation was fairly easy for Richard because he journals and keeps excellent notes. It flowed out of him in one stream over a few weeks. Publishing it has been a journey in itself. I want to use a few of these newsletters to open a conversation about a couple of subjects. These are not easy to talk about, but they are important and we need to talk about them. The first is behavioral euthanasia of pets. I work in an area of the pet industry (sheltering) where we use euthanasia. I have cried with staff and clients as we work through these morally excruciating decisions. I have had many, many animals in my personal life, but I have never experienced this myself with one of my family members. It blew a hole through my soul. The second subject I want to talk about is caregiving. We have all been through this process in one way or another. It might be caring for a sick family member, friend, pet, or even caring for something with less physical definition (politics, church, neighborhood, city…you fill in the blank). The caregiving might be simple or very complex and intense. Some people I have met in my life carry heavy loads, but somehow they find the strength to go forward with inspiring spirits. I am fascinated by the kind of self-care that keeps the ship righted and sailing forward, even with a raging tempest. How do we balance care for others and ourselves in a common, devastating loss? Let’s talk. Richard had great dreams for himself and Woody as a therapy team. He wanted to help the elderly and kids in our area. Our purpose in publishing the book is that Woody and Richard’s story will hopefully help thousands of people as it reaches outward. Stay tuned, and thank you for reading.

Richard

Continuity by Richard Newman

Continuity 2-1 I finished writing the book Woody on 12-24-94 and the last title was called Continuity. Woody’s story and the changes that he is still instilling in me didn’t end with the last word, they continue today. I had a hard time figuring out the ending of the book “Woody”. I tried several different approaches, none of them worked. I’m an avid and adventurous dreamer and my pattern is I wake at 4 am, I welcome my dream allies into my dreams and ask them if they have anything they are willing to teach me, be it good or bad. That morning of 12-24, I woke up at four and then fell back to sleep. In my dream I saw what to say and how the book should be completed, quite magical. That morning when my wife got in the shower, I wrote the final chapter in 5 minutes. I’m not good with holidays or anniversary’s, statement of fact. My birthday falls very close to Christmas. My parents would ask me, “which do you want presents for, Christmas or your birthday?”. I always felt left out because my brothers or sisters had present so for both. I usually chose Christmas because the one year I chose my birthday because it was hard to tell the other kids I didn’t get anything for Christmas, we didn’t have a lot of money. I remember one moment around Christmas time when I was 9 or 10 when my parents went to HFC, Household Finance Company) and took out a personal loan of $300. I remember the lead painted light yellow walls of the office, the industrial chair that I sat in while the agent making the loan belittled my father, asking him several times if he was sure he could pay it back. I remember my mother in the car on the way home yelling at my father that he had made a promise he couldn’t keep and the hardship that was about to come down, “Where do you expect to get that money from?” she kept repeating over and over and he would yell back that he’d work more overtime at the gas station and the school. I remember most of the money went to my sister who was about 18 with 2 children already. I don’t remember if I got anything that year, I remember the yellow walls and the chairs. I remember my friends showing off their Christmas gifts. I felt left out and like the poorest kid on the block. I had a paper route at the age of 10, if I wanted anything, I had to earn the money. I got a job at a gas station on the weekends at 13. I bought my own clothes at that age and have ever since. I share this because loosing Woody and the profound changes that have taken place in me has brought this to the surface. I am discovering that the shame that my parents placed on me ran deep in the fabric of my life, how that shame influenced almost everything that I did. My parents never said, we’re poor, they just didn’t answer my questions when I asked. I don’t remember ever getting a hug from my mother or father. Without knowing how it was affecting me, I plodded on through my life. Through my work with Ophilia Mandara and my dreams I began to understand all of this. Christmas and my birthday passed. It’s the first time I’ve been sober in 53 years for it so it was different. January 3rd was the first anniversary of Woody’s passing. I was very quiet all day and quite emotional. I felt lost and didn’t know how to commemorate it. I have a sacred space set up in my music room with items that I have collected over the past year. I have 5 words printed on it, Thoughtful, Aware, Present, Continuity, and Honor. At the hour of his passing I sat in the room, burned a candle and meditated on those words for over an hour. I allowed myself to feel the tremendous loss and I focused on the path ahead. It’s takes courage which at times can run very low, but that’s what it takes never the less. My journal entry for that day was, “1 year, so much reflection”. I hope you find strength and courage, I thank you for reading this.