The "Dreamtime" that I'm referring to is the inter-connection of all living things and all that is. What could be more Christian? We are all one, we are all made from the hand of God.
Someplace I ran away from the dogma to look at the spirit. It found me, it always knew where I was. Spirit always knew I needed a little bit more than a few quick chants and a ceremony to get me through. In the last 9 years my world has moved from the two distinct hemi-spheres of "physical" reality and "fatih" to a continum where both intertwine in the middle.
Much healthier, much more balanced.
Last spring the "Sleeper in the Blue Room" began calling me. I didn't even realized I was being "called". Strange dreams. Pops of insight that flew through my mind. Then there was the dreaming. I had a series of repeating dreams about a WWII flyer from the RAF. In the dream I could see a familiar face, I could make out the time of year, the unit and other details. I could also make out that the flyer had been killed in a freak accident.
I looked up the unit, the month, the year, and the losses. I found my flyboy's name and how he died.
The dreams continued, I saw the accident. I saw him die. My heart broke with loss and longing.
Somehow "I" have known and loved the "Flyboy"even though he died 22 years before I was born. Somehow the "Sleeper" and the "Flyboy" are tied together. I think perhaps they are one and the same. Or perhaps they "Flyboy" was me. We are all intertwined somehow.
A few weeks before Christmas I was searching the web for pictures of Spitfires and Hurricanes, trying to find a photo of the plane from my dreams. I found a 2008 photo that looked like the "Sleeper" in the cockpit of a Spitfire hurtling across the sky.
As Hunter S. Thompson said "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
