Do dreams dream the future?

2023 the year we learn to listen to life

Week 23--in which a dream dreams the future

And the birthday sale continues

Friends, soul writers, mystics, witches, and lovers of prayer,

You’re not getting the Notes from the Field I had planned for today. Because I am in a deep creative state. Too deep for newsletter writing. I know this state. I know it well. And I know not to push or cajole or try to entice whatever wants to be seen to reveal herself just yet.

She has her own time, her own knowing. And I trust her timing. She never fails. And so, I wait.

My part is to be still. Silent. Stare off in space. Deep soul write. And dream. When I’m in this intense, mysterious, delicious incubator, I need a lot of sleep. A lot.

Last night, I slept for 12 hours. Although “sleep” might not be the correct description. Throughout Friday night and into mid-morning Saturday, I knew I was dreaming.

I didn’t wake sufficiently to remember or write anything. But I still knew, even as I slept, that I was IN a dream. A really important dream. A dream that held the story of what I’m being asked to create later this summer and into the next couple of years. I’ve been receiving intimations of this big story. A story bigger than anything I’ve ever done.

I know the story unfolds on a labyrinth. A labyrinth that’s never been seen before. A labyrinth that has her toes in the ancient past and yet is alive on my own pillow.

In this epic 12-hour dream that was more than a dream, I was in a radical and radically beautiful labyrinth. But I wasn’t just in it, or on it, I was it.

The dream was feeding me, guiding me, showing me the path to my future and our future. The future we long for.

I woke in a daze. And walked around all day Saturday in this daze. I usually write my newsletters on Saturday, so by 5pm on Saturday, I knew there would be no newsletter. And yet, I’m incomprehensively happy. I love what’s coming. What wants to come alive through me.

I hope that by next weekend, I’ll be ready to talk a bit about the labyrinth that is forever ancient and always new.

But for today, I think a mystical prayer might help open your own mind to the magic ahead. And perhaps a few mystical dreams of your own.

I received this prayer three weeks after prayer artist arrived. I’ve never really understood it. But I know—and I know that I know—that everything you could possibly want to know about the mystical life is in these stanzas.

Read it slowly. Then stare off in space. I bet your dreams will be listening.

Do You Feel That Breeze

©Janet Conner
heard in the night Wed 3-14, received closing stanza night of the full moon Saturday 3-31-18

Do you feel that breeze?
The doors and windows in the house of your soul are open and the sacred breath
flies right through you

On the breeze come love songs

They move your feet
They sway your body
They open your throat

And you begin to sing

But you are not moving
You are being moved
You are not singing
You are being sung
You are not praying
You are being prayed—
Prayed at the speed of love

Your prayers have changed, haven’t they?

Once, you prayed prayers of wanting
Filled with words of sharp intent:

I need this
I want that
Protect me
Defend me
Comfort me
Hold me
Give me

Once you asked questions
Hundreds and thousands of questions
Each cracked one window a little bit more

But now your prayers have no questions
No questions you recognize
You stopped asking that something arrive
And started asking to be led

Smiling, the breeze complied:

Open your eyes—your other eyes
Open your ears—your other ears

The edges of your words began to dissolve
until they collapsed completely
unable to carry the weight
of your hunger for love

Laughing, the breeze got stronger, faster, wilder
And you moved
You moved where it wanted you to go

And now the breeze has secrets to tell you

It sings love songs
It sings the love songs of the day
And it sings the love songs of the night

And you begin to sing

But you are not moving
You are being moved
You are not singing
You are being sung
You are not praying
You are being prayed
Prayed at the speed of love

The doors and windows in the house of your soul are now flung open wide

But the walls still stand
What of them?
They’re made of salt

And look . . . the rain

While you're staring off in space, perhaps looking for that "rain," don't forget two things that are happening right now:

1. You can still register for Eimear Stassin's The Golden Grail witch event. I speak about redefining witch on June 17.

The Golden Grail runs from June 16 when it opens with a live talk by Eimear at 6p UK time (7p Europe, 8p Eastern Europe, 1p eastern, 12 central, 11a mountain, 10a pacific) and continues for six days through June 24 with live events at Lough Gur and The Grange Stone Circle in addition to the recorded conversations which you can watch at any time.

There’s no cost to participate. Although you are welcome to purchase the entire set of recordings if you want to have them for the future.

The Golden Grail: The Rise of the Magdalene Witches

2. My birthday sale continues through June.

On Demand intensives are already marked down dramatically from the original event. Make your selections, put them in your cart, add coupon code birthday to receive an additional 22% off.

Janet Conner INTENSIVES 

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