Women's Retreat Part 3 - 1/25/07

Found

On Saturday night I dreamed I was at a gas station and had driven 2 cars up to the pumps to fill with gasoline. They were not even my cars and I realized that it wasn’t my job to fill them so I just left them there. Was this dream another mirror? I don’t have to take care of everyone else’s problems? It sure had that feel to it.

One of Saturday’s activities I forgot to mention was the drawing of a Goddess card. We were supposed to ask for a guide or an ally to help us through the weekend and then draw a Goddess card from a basket (without looking at the cards as we reached in). I drew Morgan le Fay. I’m going to type in the description on the back of the card so that you can see how well this card lined up with my intentions for the weekend.

“Morgan le Fay is commonly remembered as the enchantress half-sister of King Arthur. She is, in fact, the great queen goddess, ruler of the mystical island of Avalon, the Fortunate Island of the Blessed Dead. Sometimes equated with the ancient Irish warrior goddess Morrigan, she is the Celtic death goddess. As Morgana Fata she is the controller of destinies and knows the fate of each person. She is noted for her healing powers, her knowledge of healing plants, and her prophetic vision. Like a shaman she is a shape-shifter, able to take on many forms. Morgan le Fay represents that deep place of healing magic within each of us – the center where wisdom and healing flow even in the moment of death. The ambivalence with which she is traditionally represented echoes our own fear of her deep and ancient wisdom.”

I was up at 6:30 a.m. on Sunday morning so that I could plug in the coffee pots. I had to keep plugging and unplugging the decaf pot because it would perk once or twice and then think it was done. Eventually I gave up and found a small drip pot for the decaf. I also started the set up for breakfast and watched the sun come up through the expansive picture windows. Snow is expected later that afternoon and in fact there are flurries before breakfast.

We have a group meditation starting at 7:30 to the CD Shamanic Dream (more drums and tribal sounds). I was first exposed to that CD in a woman’s group that I was in several years ago. I still sometimes use that CD at home for meditation.

After breakfast we listened to some high-intensity sound. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what that is supposed to do for/to you; but, I experienced it as sensing a vibration in my throat and heart chakra. I felt as if I was in a sea of energy and I remember thinking “show me those most in need”. I got the response “they are not yet yours; your time has not yet come.” After that I started feeling these waves of gratitude for all of the wonderful new people I got to meet there.

Our final exercise before lunch and departure involved writing down the essential elements that we wished to be birthed in our lives and then what would we have to let go of in our lives to bring that into reality. We wrote the things that we needed to let go of on paper which were collected and ceremoniously placed in the fire and burned away. Then on a small piece of paper we wrote two words that represented what we were calling forth into our lives at this time. I wrote intuition and clairaudience. We were next told that we would one at a time say “I am calling forth (what we wrote) into my life.” Oops, if I had known we’d have to say it aloud I probably wouldn’t have written those two words down. I thought about making up some other words to say, but then I thought, “If I can’t say these words out loud, how can I ever own them or expect them to come to me?” So when my turn came I stood up and said “I call forth intuition and clairaudience into my life at this time.” A leap of faith for me and a small act of bravery as well.

During lunch it started snowing in earnest. I got on the road about 2:00 p.m. and the roads were very icy already. I ended the journey much like I started it by taking a wrong turn onto Shakespeare Blvd. Once I got on Rt. 355, I thought I was heading the wrong way so I turned around only to find out I had been going the right way to begin with. I heard on the radio that Rt. 29 was closed at the beltway due to accidents, so I thought I would take Randolph Road to Rt. 29. I was in the left lane when Rt. 355 split off to the right so now I was on Viers Mill Road. At least this is familiar. I grew up driving on Viers Mill so that felt all right. However, the roads were deteriorating by the minute. There were accidents everywhere. I was in 2^nd gear and driving slow. By the time I got to Randolph Road and came across very steep hills my car started to move sideways. I slid off the road once and decided that I couldn’t stay there or someone would run into me. So I crept out in traffic again and in first gear inched along. About half way home I remembered that I had 4-wheel drive! So I put it in 4-wheel. Once I crossed Rt. 650 the roads had been salted and plowed once, so the going was a little safer. Rt. 29 was slick in spots and Rt. 32 was almost up to speed. It took me 2-1/2 hours to get home. As soon as I got safely in my garage, I thanked God, the angels, the saints, my guides and protectors. Sunday night I slept for 14 hours (an all time personal best!).

That night I dreamed I was building a new home and there was another dream that included an infant (new life). All in all, an auspicious beginning for the next phase of my life.