I process painful grief from a recent loss. I wake up screaming twice in one week. I use the process of grieving and nightmares to successfully trigger a lucid dream that brings me a unexpected sense of peace.
“…I am sitting on the floor in the bedroom with my hands under some bed covers. The spirit’s hands come through the covers and grab onto my hands. Its nails sink deep into my knuckles, easily slicing through my skin. I can literally feel this in my dream, and it hurts.
Read More Crossing Over: Grief to Lucidity
In a super low, super creepy voice, I wake myself up clearly screaming, ‘Take them out!’
I check my phone, and it’s exactly 4:01 a.m. My hands hurt so badly that I can barely move them…”
Shadow work is imminent as the veil is thinning and the moon grows full. More poetry from my shadow…
Read More Hush, Hush
Retrograding motion in the cosmos brings me a nightmare, and I wake up screaming. I process the trauma of losing my loved ones, the great protectors. I commit to holding space for my pain and grief.
Read More Retrograde Reruns
I process anxiety and traumatic memories from both this life and past lives. I write a poem from my shadow self.
Read More Shadow Maps
I begin to set the spirits free inside the Big House. One spirit refuses to reveal herself and leave.
Read More This Is My Home
I discuss some violent metaphors that surface in dreams while processing trauma. Please proceed with caution if you are feeling sensitive or vulnerable to themes of violence.
Read More Making Space for the Dark