Beyond the Planck Barrier: Dreaming in "Tongues", Heartfelt Connections and Demons Vanquished...

from two letters to those I hold dear, teachers of this soul's path...

I have been working on "The Book of Storms- Dreamtongue", empathic language, the last couple of weeks. I feel that I may have stumbled upon what I'm to do.
I always knew of my Empathic nature, but I had never truly realized the depth with which I functioned in it. It seems to have for me unlimited healing/teaching applications ...and guess what I'm being disciplined-kind of.....lol.
I felt much peace when I began to focus from this perspective, It was an AHA moment for me , I had sighted a place to land.

http://mysilentecho.com/dreamtongue1.htm

had conversation with George day before yesterday he sent me this link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH9RYC_6axc

Steve Rother for april. talks about practicing spectrum viewing, scanning for your soul's possible parallels.
Decided to experiment consciously with it- since in my dreamspace I know I do it unconsciously all the time.
I had a great time visiting Tommy, a jeweler of magic pendants made from shell and stone, who had a penchant for wearing of bright button-down shirts, crazy ties and blue jeans, lived in a 60's style bungalow painted the color of the sky inside as it was really an aviary filled with birds, one was a bird of paradise, I am Nancy there and have two teenaged children we visited Tommy, who lives on a beach too. (I've written previously of my parallel life in a coastal town.)

one of the birds looked like this:
http://www.dacardworld.com/itemimages/8th-birds-paradise.jpg

Last night, I also moved through some pretty scary places. It seemed the Endtimes that people are fearing, wandering bands of militia -like looters. Living in a garage of house because it was easier to have power from a generator. Looked like some place with very large homes were up on wooded hillsides. One home, terracotta colored had looters living there. You could see bonfires on the terrace and sounds of drunken laughing and fighting. We had a large TV and odds and bods of furniture, kind of hunkered down trying to keep a low profile...left that reality quickly and decided this was not a world my soul wanted to inhabit.

I've experienced much weirdness of late, I think in part, it's beginnings of menopause,gotta become the Crone eventually...lol, but also in my healing work I've been focusing on heart chakra. I've had a cavalcade of old loves parading through my dreamspace, really working on inner-child issues of abandonment. I found a common denominator in all, from my fathers, grandfather, all my former lovers, save one,was a communication Black Hole, emotional silent treatment; always been very emotional and open, that cancer venus and leo moon gets me every time. It scared me when I realized that I felt a deep abiding love and connection with certain others and I had a knee-jerk reaction to silence that really forced me to come to terms with feeling alone.

I've never hidden myself from emotions nor let them turn me into puddles of tears. I was well-trained in not letting them leak out and not saying exactly what I experience. Yep, that's why it was "safe" to be a poet. I could drown or swim as the situation dictated and it was in my private language. A private language that I thought was only mine until I found the Book of Storms. Then I felt a safe harbor.

I've had my fair share of trials and tribulations in this life so far and have finally come out the other side. The last 8 years, I've walked through my own and other's fires and demons, trying to heal my core issues, so I could finally say, in good conscience, that I was to be a healer and not just the chance-met conversation that helps someone or myself in need. So, at 52 (May15th) I'm grateful for Jad's work and in that respect I AM home.

Blessed BE,
Toni