Hearing Your Dreamspeak

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The other day I offered directions for writing a letter from your heart to yourself in dreamspeak in order to start your mythic journey. Here are my suggestions for beginning to work with that letter:

Processing the Letter

Re-read the letter slowly, imagining that it’s not just nonsense or “poetry” but a real missive from the center of your being which you have a deep obligation to understand and then to take into account in the way you live your life.  Now write about the experience of receiving this letter from your heart.  How does it make you feel to receive such a letter?  What does each sentence, each image, do to you?  Take your time and describe your reaction to the letter without judgment.

By giving this kind of weight and seriousness, this kind of attention and reflection to the “nonsense” that comes in dreamspeak from our heart, we are doing something very different from what we usually do.  We are powerfully admitting that we can no longer ignore our heart’s wisdom, that we must attend to it and give it weight.  This is a deeply integrative act that will ultimately lead to us being able to inhabit our genius and the gift world it draws.  In doing this work, we admit that we can’t find our way to the gift world with only the power of our conscious minds—we have to delve deeper, into the realm of image and dream and feeling.

As your reflect, answer the following questions about your heart’s letter in writing:

What phrase or sentence out of all that you’ve written strikes you as the most attractive?

What about that attracts you?

What phrase or sentence strikes you as the least relevant?

What about that seems irrelevant?

If that phrase were relevant to you, who would you be?

How do you feel about the way your heart addresses you?

What do you notice about how your heart describes you?

What do you notice about what your heart asks you to do?

What unknown territory does your heart call you towards?

What would it feel like to arrive at the place your heart calls you

to?

 

Action

Every day for a week, spend an extended period fully and richly imagining what it would feel like to arrive at the place your heart calls you to.

 

Example

Here’s what my heart wrote to me the first time I practiced this Experiment:

Mirabilis,

If you follow the thorough-wood to the end of debt, rewards come.  All the edges of the Green House cry out for you.  There rises a scent on the air of muddled plum. Go to the ripeness.  Live purpled.  Open your mouth at the jar.  Tell the longest tale.  The sound belongs to the shaman boy playing the piano in the dark cavern bottomed by long orange moss, along with the violin.

Surrender what you have tried to make.  Surrender becoming grand and whole and simply live it, like the moth on the window.  Stop seeking permission to live a vast art.  Respect the art that you do every moment, give it loving attention.  The sound of this call sounds with the violin and piano at the cavern, sounds with the dance you perform at the end of the ledge.  Make your respect for you as huge as the great water.  Don’t dare to doubt the act as it unfolds, though you think no one else sees it.  Don’t dare to disrespect the symphony your essence broadcasts each moment.

I promise you a juicing pear, the song Hallelujah, a couch in the kitchen.  I promise you the bliss of Mirabai, the visit of the flute-player, the ecstasy of Rumi.  I promise you your sushumna shining like a beacon.  I promise you the whole freedom, the freedom of total respect.

You look like the ragged meadow.  You sound like the piano in the cavern.  You smell like the honeysuckle on the cityscape.  You sound like the silence of electric voices.  You feel like the inside of a hot window.  You taste like the newness of death.

 

Love,

Your Heart

 

And here’s my processing work on the call in my heart’s letter:

What phrase out of all that your heart told you resonates with you as most pertinent?

“Stop seeking permission to live a vast art.”  Respect the art that you do every moment, give it loving attention.

What about this catches you most? What grabs your attention?

The notion that my whole life could be a ‘vast art’ and that I could deeply respect it as such is attention-grabbing and inspiring.  It’s certainly a lot more than the world at large encourages me to do in terms of respecting myself. It makes me feel like daring to respect myself that much.

What phrase or sentence most repels you, or strikes you as the least relevant to your situation?

“Go to the ripeness. Live purpled.”

What about that repels you or seems irrelevant?

It sounds like something from a fluffy 90s self-help books for women.  It sounds goofy and cheesy.  It reminds me of my ex-best-friend, who shared my love for those kinds of books and who loved purple and loved fruits.

If that phrase were relevant, what would it be relevant to?

The sense that I have recently of coming close to fruition, of approaching my real self, of letting my freak flag fly.

How do you feel about the way your heart addressed you?

It’s scary that it calls me “Mirabilis” because that means “miracle-worker” to me and I still don’t feel like I know how to work miracles—yet I know that sometimes they do happen through my work—people getting spiritually and aesthetically turned on.  I still don’t feel like I know how to harness or regulate these miracles.  So I still feel very amateur.

What do you notice about how your heart addresses you?

My heart describes me in terms of things I’ve seen and felt and smelled today, things that were very beautiful and that writing is so inadequate to capture—things that I feel in general inadequate to capture.  Things that I generally just try to take into my consciousness and let work on me, let become me.  So I guess that’s why my heart describes me in those terms.

What do you notice about what your heart asks you to do?

There’s a lot of ritual elements in it—I feel like I’m being ordered to be a priestess again, like I was as a child when I was a colombe in the Rosicrucian temple my father attended. I feel like I’m being asked to put myself at risk—“this is the dance you perform at the end of the ledge.”

 

What unknown territory does your heart call you towards?

“The end of debt” “the bliss of Mirabai” “The whole freedom”

 

What would it feel like to arrive at the place your heart calls you to?

Deep power, freedom from self-doubt or self-reproach, being internally, rather than externally guided.  Not looking for external reassurance.  Non-conditionally regarding myself as an amazing work of art, liberated from disrespecting myself under any circumstances—thus able to love myself unconditionally under all circumstances.

 

My best wishes for your inner work!

Posted on August 7, 2011 and filed under Creativity.