The Jewelled Spider – dream 12Jan2017

That evening I had been out on a date. I had a sudden sharp cold show up, and so whilst I had it in me to go out and talk – I was careful with contact and my energy. I had a good evening. It stirred a lot for me; many themes in motion.

In my dream I was well dressed. Somehow I had walked into a spider’s web and it was over the front of my stunning turquoise shirt. It was a dense funnel web. Within it I saw the corpse of a large fly or bee. I felt sorry for it and still it seemed it was beyond my sorrow; nothing left for it. I started to pull the web off of me. It came off easily and then I saw the spider. It seemed to have six rather than eight legs – a narrow body that had iridescent blue highlights.

I remembered that I could handle spiders and so was not afraid to pick it up in my hand. As my hand closed around it I felt a thumping powerful energy in my hand and up my arm. I opened my hand again to see the spider just sitting there; calmly. Closing my hand again that same powerful energy flowed through my hand, up my arm and I could feel it in my chest.

I tried to put the spider into a plastic box, lined with paper. I put it in once; the spider did not want to go in and quickly climbed out again. I picked it up and put it in the box a second time. It quickly climbed back out and stood on the top of the box staring at me. Amused.

The next time the imagery came was after a walk on the beach in the sun, honouring a shift underway and a following conversation with a dear friend. I returned later in my mind to look at this conversation from the outside – and there was grandmother spider surrounding us. A peaceful presence; benevolent. Like she was creating the space for us to have our conversation and share – providing a deeper safety. There is something in this image about the surface of the conversation and the depth of the conversation. The words that were actually shared going one hell of a lot deeper than their syllables suggested. I look back in my memory of that conversation and still cannot quite apprehend the full meaning.

The next image I am still in.

The spider entered through my heart centre and is now positioned on my back, above where my ancient shingles scarring is. Holding me from the back; supporting me whilst I move through the next shift; Power and realization – nothing holding me back. Not caring so much what other people think and fully claiming my internal and external ground.

The next moves – this gets bigger from here. A lot bigger. And fast.