The Dreamer Creates the Dream


Here is one of the fascinating things about the phenomenon of dreaming – you are simultaneously creating the dream and  experiencing the dream as something new and unforeseen.  No matter how many times I ponder this, it still blows me away.

Now think upon these things:

~ how many times have we heard, à la the “Schrödinger’s Cat” thought experiment, that in quantum mechanics it requires an observer to collapse the wave function to bring a potential state into a reality.

~ So just as the dreamer creates the dream,  the Observer Creates the Observed

~ And is this not an exact parallel? How many times have we heard that this world in which we live is either literally or figuratively a dream?

Each observer co-creates the shared dream in which we live.


And now add to this these sparkling words of insight from my soul-sister Tania Marie ~

“…the more vibrationally aligned we are with life, the more synchronous experiences we have.”

Are not these synchronicities the collapse of the wave function, the observer creating the observed, the dreamer creating the dream?

Don’t we experience the unfolding of life in same way that we experience the unfolding of a dream ~ you are simultaneously creating the reality and experiencing the reality as something new and unforeseen.

Are not synchronicities the manifestation and the evidence that we are creating our own reality?



for more random inspiration, see Tania’s blog:



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Interesting Synchronicity?

(006) Dorset detail-world tree

An image that I used in my post on June 18th  bears a striking resemblance to a crop circle that appeared on June 17th.

To be sure, the potential significance of the crop circle itself is far more interesting than its connection to my writing; but of course I can’t help but wonder what personal meaning it might have, given the “temporal proximity” of its formation and my subsequent post.   : )

I’m not the one that put these two images together. I never would have seen it.  This was done by the folks over at

Here’s a link to my blog post from that day:

In that post about doing sacred journeys into the sacred directions, I mentioned the necessity of having a reference point from which to anchor those journeys.   For my reference point I choose to use the island located at the confluence of the Mississippi and Minnesota rivers, which the Dakota’s called “Bdote”, and which they considered to lay directly over the center of the Earth and immediately below the center of the Heavens. Thus, it was their axis mundi…and in that discussion used this image of Yggdrasil, the world tree from Norse Mythology:


Another image of the crop circle, which is located by the ancient hillfort called Badbury Rings, which can be seen in the background of this photo by Lucy Pringle, also from the website


Another photo by Lucy Pringle of the rings themselves.  [I trust that it’s okay that I’m posting these]


One also wonders about the significance of this proximity, as if the crop circle were identifying the “fort” as an axis mundi.   The earthen rings seem to ripple through the three dimensions of the lower world, middle world, and upper world, and resemble all three as depicted on the Yggdrasil image.

Interesting enough, the “fort” has an Arthurian Connection.   Badbury Rings is one of the sites that is considered as a possible location for the Battle of Mount Baden, the site of the first decisive victory of King Arthur.  Which of course connects to my series of Grail and Quest of the Knight Errant posts.

If this crop circle is authentic, in some sense of that term, (whether of other-worldly or inspired-human origin) does it point to Badbury Rings as a portal to other dimensions?  If so, does my connection to this through use of the Yggdrasil image, point to Bdote as also a portal to other dimensions?   

Mysteries to Explore…


Another depiction of Yggdrasil (note the rings in the middle world):


Of the world tree, Joseph Campbell says in The Power of Myth:

…. The center of the world is the axis mundi, the central point the pole around which all revolves. The central point of the world is the point where stillness and movement are together. Movement is time, but stillness is eternity. Realizing how this moment of your life is actually a moment of eternity, and the experiencing the eternal aspect of what you’re doing in the experiences – this the mythological experience.”

In The Hero With a Thousand Faces, Campbell writes about The World Navel (and world tree):

“The effect of the successful adventure of the hero is the unlocking and release again of the flow of life into the body of the world….

The torrent pours from an invisible source, the point of entry being the center of the symbolic circle of the universe… around which the world may be said to revolve. Beneath this spot is the earth-supporting head of the cosmic serpent, the dragon, symbolical of the waters of the abyss, which are the divine life-creative energy and substance of the demiurge, the world-generative aspect of immortal being. The tree of life, i.e., the universe itself, grows from this point. It is rooted in the supporting darkness; the golden sun bird perches on its peak; a spring, the inexhaustible well, bubbles at its foot. Or the figure may be of a cosmic mountain, with the city of the gods, like a lotus of light, upon its summit….Thus the World Navel is the symbol of the continuous creation: the mystery of the maintenance of the world through that continuous miracle of the vivification which wells within all things.”


Two WordPress sites that have info on the archeology and history of the Bradbury Rings site:


You can see more beautiful images (even a video) of the crop circle here:

And additional interpretations of the glyph here:


A special thanks to Anne over at , whose WordPress blog brought this image to my attention.

Check out her post about the crop circles of 2014,

which leads you to this site:


another wordpress blogger that  posted info on the crop circle:

The Elegant Peacock

complex order
inherent in the universe
proof, it is claimed
that He exists
the handiwork of God.
One look upon the peacock
proof, it must be
that She exists
beauty beyond comprehension
that only the Goddess
could imagine
and what God
would wear such a cloak
unless courting heavenly bliss
Krishna courting his Queen

Jet Eliot

Peacock in Texas Peacock in Texas

A dazzling bouquet of feathers to ease into the new week.

Photo credit:  Athena Alexander

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It Dwells Within Itself

to dwell within the church of self
massive structure of gravitas
settled into the ground
no lofty aspirations
no aching spires
striving for the heavens
sufficient, in this moment
a sanctuary of stolid being
to kneel in contemplation
of the inertial mysteries
walls stone thick
withstand any assault
peace impenetrable
silent as a tomb
enveloping as a womb
rooted to the very earth
ceilings just high enough
to encompass the soul

* * *

Nature has long been my inspiration, my temple, my church, my chapel, my cathedral, and I have worshipped and met my maker in the most minute chambers and in the grandest of vistas.

But still, one is moved by sacred structures made of human hands and ingenuity. They offer a unique and important portal to the divine, for in their construction they interpose in a holy space between The Creation and The Creator, the creation of man.

Man, creating from the very elements of The Creation, with the inspiration of the Creator, for the purpose of reaching unto, or reaching into, The Creator. Each of these portals, an embodiment of one vision of the divine. To capture this thought, indulge me in the coining of a phrase: Creationship ~ to engage in the building of, or the use of, sacred architecture that follows an inspired design, to access the divine.

And thus we have: Creation~Creationship~Creator.

Years ago, in a German Kultur course, I studied German church architecture. When studying the “FruhRomanik”, the Pre-Romanesque period, there was a phrase which describes the “feel” of that massive but grounded architectural style that I will always remember, “es wohnt in sich” ~ “it dwells within itself”.

I periodically encounter churches that call to mind this sense of divine worship.

There are many ways to “just be”.

This is one of them.

Explore the Great Mystery ~

The Last Robin Sings

Robin calling song
from the melting days of march
when spring was a mere promise
upon the breath of the earth
and faith trusted the world would thaw
a single voice raised
in the darkness before the dawn
harbinger, sign, and symbol
building to a resounding chorus
of countless courting voices
caroling the song
of the eternal recurrence
that warmth, and life, and love

now, in the fading days of summer
warmth slowly, inexorably
seeping from the earth
time has run out
to nest, to brood, to hatch, to fledge
too late to raise another clutch
the cherished song of spring
on this unheralded morning
that no one observes

a far cry
the first robin of spring
the last robin of summer
sings his last song
that is known only
by its absence
the deafening chorus
now silenced
tomorrow’s dawn
will have no voice
to proclaim its glory
the transmigration begins
as that thing with feathers
soon flies to warmer
and more heavenly climes

* * *

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Koko grieves Robin’s death, was drawn to his warm heart


“Koko instantly connected with Robin,” Koko’s longtime caregiver, Dr. Penny Patterson, said at the time. “Koko, like us, can sense a person’s nature, and in this case, she was quickly drawn to Robin’s warm heart.”

for those who haven’t already seen this video, it should not be missed:


And here is a shortened video that accompanies the news of Robins’ death:
Robin Williams & Koko
Robin Williams was one of the most famous people on the planet. And Koko the gorilla is one of the most famous animals on the planet. So, when the two first met in 2001, it made sense that they would naturally get along.

Koko is fluent in American Sign Language, can communicate in over 1,000 signs and can reportedly understand several English-language commands.

Williams was brought in to meet Koko at the Gorilla Foundation in northern California.

“We shared something extraordinary: laughter,” Williams says at the beginning of the video, when describing his experience of meeting Koko.

When they met, the gorilla, who was then 30 years old, took an instant liking to Williams, asking him repeatedly to tickle her.

Koko even returned the favor, reaching under Williams’ T-shirt to tickle and pinch him. Near the end of their first play date, the gorilla signed, “Koko love,” at the late actor and comedian.

The gorilla even repeatedly smiled at Williams before pulling him in for a loving embrace. At the time, Koko’s handlers said it was the first time she had smiled in six months, since a gorilla who was her childhood companion had passed away.

A few years later, in 2004, Williams produced a public service announcement with Koko to raise awareness about the plight of gorillas in the wild.

“Meeting Koko was unforgettable. Koko used sign language to ask me to play with her. We shared interspecies laughter,” Williams said in 2004.

“Koko instantly connected with Robin,” Koko’s longtime caregiver, Dr. Penny Patterson, said at the time. “Koko, like us, can sense a person’s nature, and in this case, she was quickly drawn to Robin’s warm heart.”

On Monday, Koko reportedly overheard Patterson discussing the sudden and unexpected death of Williams over the phone. Koko’s handlers posted to the Gorilla Foundation site that “She became extremely sad.”

“Robin’s ability to just ‘hang out’ with Koko, a gorilla, and in minutes, become one of her closest friends, was extraordinary and unforgettable,” the handlers wrote in a note on the website.

“When you remember Robin Williams, remember that he is not only one of the world’s most beloved entertainers, he is also one of the world’s most powerful ambassadors for great ape communication.”

The Least Useful Sport

I feel embarrassed to admit that, yes, I played golf this weekend, and that I had my best golf outing ever.  But I’ll get back to that…

If one considers that all sports are abstractions of primal survival skills, of something that was once actually useful, then golf is the most abstract of all sports, and therefore the least useful.

Though, the other side of the coin is that, as the most abstract it is also the most nuanced, the least physically demanding, but the most mentally demanding. Focus is of course required to play all sports well, but the level of concentration necessary to play golf well is legendary.

Golf is a practice of mindfulness, of one-pointed concentration.

If one is not fully present in the moment of the swing, the results are inevitably terrible. In particular, the admonition of “not raising one’s head” as one hits the ball is of paramount importance.     If one raises their head it means that one has left present moment awareness and their focus has shifted to the future, anticipating the majestic flight the ball will be taking, looking up to soon to see where the ball is going.  But by raising one’s head one will “top the ball”, hitting only the top of it with one’s club, the result being that it will dribble pathetically down the fairway. One’s loss of the one-pointed focus and prematurely looking into the glorious future will render that future grandly disappointing.

Golf is a practice of surrendering to the wisdom of the body.

Once one has a feel for the golf swing, one must surrender to the body memory, to trust that the body knows what to do, to trust that it knows how to flow through the swing and not try to micro-manage its every movement. This surrender to the wisdom of the body frees the mind to focus upon the ball.  In the moment of the swing, one’s entire world must be the small white orb that awaits it trajectory.

Golf is a practice of focusing upon the positive and not the negative.

If one lingers upon the poor swings, one’s mood declines, and then one’s focus, and the game worsens even more. Mood and game descend into a parallel downward spiral.  It becomes a miserable experience.  If one focuses on the good hits, one is elated  and is primed to focus well to produce another pleasing result.

Golf is a game of nuance.

I likely would not golf at all, but that beloved members of my family love the game, and so I enjoy playing with them a couple of times a year.   There are nuances to the grip and the stance and the swing that have always eluded me.  Somehow, through all the sporadic playing I’ve done over the years,  my mind was able to knit these subtleties together into a consistent whole and the results were striking.  Even beautiful.   Though these nuances only crystalized about every-other swing, so my score still sucked.  But it was a wonderful experience.

There is a magic in the flight of a well-hit ball.  I wrote this “haiku” for golf many years ago:

A well hit drive
the flight of the ball traces
the arc of my ambition