Dear Artful Dreamer,
3:30 am Dream
The Scene Becomes Real

In the dream I’m in a room with fellow artists. You are here too. We are working on the same “project.” My painting is of an estuary that reminds me of a beautiful marsh I often kayaked in San Diego, California. The dream painting however is set in an Amazonian floodplain. It has tall reeds and grasses in a wetland, with a river snaking and bending through it.

The drawing is quite detailed but it’s still in black and white. I’m getting ready to add color when someone comes running in, shouting urgently that “they” are coming to take the paintings. I’m not done. “And,” I think, “I’m not even making it for collection, I’m making it to preserve the environment, to care for it.”

Then I realize what they want. They want to stop us, they’ll take it away. So I start adding color quickly. They try to pull it from under my brush but I hold on to it firmly, working quickly to finish. The painting is very responsive, taking on a life of its own, working with me, becoming real.

I have a sense of wonder as I watch my colors take life, spreading and melding in gorgeous tones of blue and heather, gold and green, that enliven the scene as a breeze begins to move through the grasses and the turquoise waters begin to sparkle and flow.

“It’s too late for them,” I realize, “things are turning around. There’s much to do but it is turning around.” I know with elation that I’ve succeeded – we’ve succeeded – the scene has stabilized in time and is becoming real and it’s too late for them to take it from us. We all turn to one another, grinning and cheering. And then I lift above the dream scene flying across the beauty of the estuary rejoicing in all the life there.
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This dream is my prayer. It joins with all your clearly painted prayers and dreams for world. Amama Ua Noa! This dream is released!

With. Love,
Mayet Leilani

Dear Gardener,

I’ve been looking back over past years of my Morning Musings. I take 5 minutes (or more if I want) to just take down what flows. This one is lovely, isn’t it? Enjoy!

~💜Mayet

Morning Musings

The Gardens of All Your Tomorrows

Clear-eyed, see the past as it was, claim its victories, rejoice in its joys and bless every error for all the gifts of wisdom they bestowed. See the future as a garden in which you sow seeds of the fruit of the world as it must become for all to thrive.

But as for now, this minute, this hour, this one day in your purview, enjoy!  It is a banquet. Attend its feast of simple pleasures, common joys.  Lean companionably against the shoulders of those who join you. Know your loving and laughter or grief or concern as the fleeing treasures they are.

Celebrate the smorgasbord of your day, lavishing it with choices that please you, for this is how the seeds are sown that sprout up in beauty and bounty in the many gardens of all your tomorrows.

Article Highlights:

• Were lives before this really you?
• What else might be true?
• Pondering the true nature of the universe

Dear fellow journeyer through space, time and dimension,

The previous article was about karma and we can’t really discuss karma without considering past lives, can we?  Much of the time we associate karma with deeds and happenings of the past – the distant past, the past’s past – in a time before this time, this life In past lives.

In this article, I’m going to question another sacred spiritual cow: past lives. It’s about time, it’s about the right time, I think, to question what we mean by past lives.  Let’s ask what they are and if they’re really… well… real.

Why is it especially timely? For one thing we are starting to engage with certain new ideas such as timelines instead of past lives, and multiple timelines, and jumping timelines, and the simultaneity of time, and the fact that there is no past really and….

Well, you get the idea and may also glimpse some of the conundrums now sitting like so many elephants in the room.  It starts to feel like past lives might need an upgrade in our understanding.

Let’s poke at this with a stick and see if it squirms a little. When I return for another life some“time” down the road, will I remember being this me? No. Is it likely I’ll be much like me? No. Will I have the same personality?  No.  The same life, astrological makeup, sex, circumstances, career, partner, children? Not all. Will I think the same, react the same, care about the same things?   Not likely.

Now let me put the proverbial wrench in the works here.  Is it really me then?  Or is there another way to think of it? If so, how? The Hawaiians – and many other indigenous cultures as well – didn’t have the concept of past lives. They have the concept of the ancestors.

We have the concept of ancestors too but for us they aren’t the same as past lives because past lives were “mine.” Mine. We can feel a little possessive about our past lives, can’t we? For better or worse they were mine. And we do love to identify and past lives gives us ever-so-much more to identify with, don’t they?

In part we like this idea because past lives are comforting. This isn’t our only chance, we all get lots of go-arounds.  Plus there are so many us’s to be fascinated with. Cool. The problem with that is it’s based on old idea about being not good enough and how we might go to the bad place and therefore need lots of chances to get right.

However, lets go back to the Hawaiians and see if they’re really missing anything after all.  To us, our ancestors are decidedly not us.  Ancestors means something different to us than to many Indigenous.  They thank source and Mother Earth for giving life and thank the ancestors for making us who we are too.  They don’t thank themselves of the past.  They have a very interesting and profound ancestral understanding.

In the book, Bowl of Light, by anthropologist and shaman, Hank Wesselman, he tells of Kahuna Hale Makua giving one of the reasons such detailed lineage is/was kept by Hawaiians.  It was to recognize, for example, if a child began to show signs of sharing many traits in common with great great great uncle so and so who was a powerful healer but went over to the dark side.  The child would be watched carefully and if it became clear there was this overlay they would be taken to the sacred healing ground and worked with carefully to protect them from this ancestral inheritance.

The same might be understood if a warrior had a wound that wouldn’t heal… they would look back in his lineage for the ancestor from whom this might originate and start the healing there.  We call that past life influence.  They call it ancestral relationships.  Could they be the same thing?

So by that reasoning, the problematic overlay isn’t from “me,” per se, in my previous lifetime.  It’s great, great, great uncle so and so’s unfinished business.  And his “akashic” intensities are bleeding through for various reasons within a very complex field of human energetics.  And they knew how to recognize and work with that.  It’s Uncle’s energetic “karma” coming up for healing resolution in the child.  Not the child’s. 

I think the implications of this train of thought are very interesting.  It might be time to understand that at the level of the individual we have this one life as this specific “us.” This one precious life with it’s very specific opportunities.  

Switching now to the language of the new age, at the level of the soul, we are All One.  At the level of the individual we are only one.  A piece of the Soul breaks off and comes to earth.  Is it exactly the same piece that came before? No.  It’s a new life construction.  It contains, however, many complex weaves or threads, energetic connections etc. from within the group soul, including what Uncle was. (more…)