Shamanic Journey into my Mind's Eye [I Have Strange Dreams]
I'll preface this post by stating that I've had my fair share of psychedelic experiences. Most at Grateful Dead shows some 30 odd years ago. but last night I woke from a dream that blew most of my sensory "waking" trips away.
I felt I was part of some ancient religious experience. Some rite or practice of light (and dark) arts. I had the feeling that some high priestess was overseeing it all. And that I was an initiate of some sorts.
I know it sounds corny, but I had the sensation that I journeyed to "the other side" or "got in touch with my true self", whatever that means.
There was a great emptiness.
Time, space, and reality in general were suspended.
As my mind flew thought the darkness, I felt free.
I was only grounded by some sort of chanting I heard or incantations being uttered.
As the dream came to a close, I had the feeling I was under some giant piece of fabric with other people. Kind of like a tent of sorts. As I half exited the dream I envisioned a group of people all sitting in the middle of some desert under the tent or fabric-like structure. One individual commented to another, making a remark about me and my eagerness to continue the dream state and the revelatory visions I was having. Saying something like: "He wants (unintelligible word) again"
That's when I came out of it.
I felt I was part of some ancient religious experience. Some rite or practice of light (and dark) arts. I had the feeling that some high priestess was overseeing it all. And that I was an initiate of some sorts.
I know it sounds corny, but I had the sensation that I journeyed to "the other side" or "got in touch with my true self", whatever that means.
There was a great emptiness.
Time, space, and reality in general were suspended.
As my mind flew thought the darkness, I felt free.
I was only grounded by some sort of chanting I heard or incantations being uttered.
As the dream came to a close, I had the feeling I was under some giant piece of fabric with other people. Kind of like a tent of sorts. As I half exited the dream I envisioned a group of people all sitting in the middle of some desert under the tent or fabric-like structure. One individual commented to another, making a remark about me and my eagerness to continue the dream state and the revelatory visions I was having. Saying something like: "He wants (unintelligible word) again"
That's when I came out of it.
56-60, M
