I have to share this
incredible article that my buddy Elam shared today. Who knew that sand was so beautiful?
Also, the uniqueness and beauty of each grain of sand reminded me of Masaru Emoto's studies on the reactions of water crystals to different emotions, intentions, music, or prayers. I remember seeing one of his volumes of
Messages from Water several years ago and being really astonished at the beauty and symmetry in the molecular structures of water crystals imbued with positive intentions vs. the chaotic patterns in the negative ones.
Does anyone else see the little man holding a club in the hatred crystal? Anyway, these things are easily dismissed as hippy dippy fluff by many but I think they're important to take into consideration, especially considering the oceans of information we have yet to discover about science and energy and the ways they interset. It can't all be rainbows and unicorns but it also can't all be quantifiable data, in my opinion. I like to lean into the blurry space in the middle.
This unknowing zone is uncomfortable for many because we can't pin it down, define it, quantify it, put it in a box...this issue came up in my Jung class recently. The topic was dreams and we began discussing Jungian concepts of shared dreams (two people literally having the same dream in a night), psychic information being shared in dreams before an event happens, and the like. I've experienced all sorts of wonderful and weird phenomena in my dreaming time since I was a kid, so it doesn't feel alien or suspect to me. I can't define or explain most of it...I just know what I've experienced. Jung attributes some of the more mysterious and magical seeming elements of dreaming to his concept of
the collective unconscious.
...I wrote this post 2 weeks ago and, for some reason, left it brewing in my draftbox until now. I'm not entirely sure where I was planning to go with the threads of thought above but I had a strange and special dream since writing it. I woke up 2 days ago, after a great night of slumber in a magical fort, with a deep sense of peace and a chant echoing in my head. It's not unusual for my dreams to sway my emotions as I emerge from them but they're usually also accompanied by countless images and events and scenes and locations and interactions that I can attempt to scribble down in my journal before I lose them but know that I can never fully capture. The feeling coming out of this dream was entirely different. It was as if the only thing occupying my dream mind all night was a chant, suspended in space, sung by a female voice that didn't sound like mine necessarily, but felt deeply familiar and like it alone held the whole fabric of the universe. It took me a minute to focus my mind after waking out of this sea of song and, once I tuned into the words I heard this:
"Immanuel" (repeated 3 times per cycle)
and, sung over that word,
"Not a sound, not a creature, not a place, not a teacher, not a sound, not a creature."
I really like the melodies of both parts...that feels weird to say but they definitely didn't come from my conscious mind, so I can easily enjoy and judge them as something separate.
I'm sure I've heard the word "Immanuel" in my life, but definitely not in recent history and I didn't know what it meant ("God is with us").
Sometime last year, I had a dream of a similar nature, where I woke up completely immersed in a chant of many voices, male and female, in very complex and shifting harmony singing, "doubt. dot. dot. pray". I didn't know exactly what to make of the dream in the moment and it was the first time, to my memory, that I'd experienced a chant dream like that. But it, like the one from a couple of mornings ago, really stuck with me and has lingered around my waking thoughts since.
I can't remember exactly what was happening in my life at the time of the first chant dream, but I can guarantee that I wasn't consciously thinking about my relationship with a higher power, contemplating stepping foot into a church again, or committing to prayer. But "doubt. dot. dot. pray"...it cracks me up now because it just seems to sum up, "I don't know what I'm doing here aargh and whatifwhatifwhatif..pray". That's a cycle that sounds very familiar. Prayer is something that I've adopted and incorporated into my life with a lot of intention and relative ease over the past few months. But it's good to remember to do it in doubting times. I always forgot the most fundamental things when I need them the most. I'll be recording both dream chants soon and I look forward to getting more insight into the most recent one after time has given me some perspective.
