Recently I've been enamored of the vortex. Once you fall in love with them, you see them everywhere. I discovered this love after finding out that DaVinci was fascinated with them. When I stare at the water in the creek I watch them being created after passing a rock and follow till they disperse.
Last night I got that image in my mind of the spiral on the surface of the water. Then the image tilted slightly so that I could see under the water, as if the creek had been cross sectioned. When a spiral or vortex in the water is created, it exists much more than just on that surface plane, though that's all that can be seen when you look at the water. At some subtle and not so subtle level, that vortex would go all the way to the creek bed if another ripple or vortex didn't merge with it, changing it's energy course. On the surface of the water, the spiral pulls slightly down in the middle which also would affect the air current above. The movement of the air over the water has to be affected by these tiny vortices, disturbing it into the same pattern. I imagined this air in the shape of a vortex cone above the water surface just as it is below.
To see the whole movement, the whole vortex that was created, is to see the whole thing. The conical vortex in the air above, the flat spiral display on the water surface and the vortex below the visible water surface. All together make up the whole movement of energy.
I saw my inner most core as a bright white/silver thin filament of spinning light and continuing out of the top of my head into another dimension and out below into another dimension. This filament was the eye of a vortex and depending on the dimension it existed in determined it's shape. As it exists here in this material dimension that I see with my eyes, I saw that the "thickness" of this dimension spun off vortices from the center and created fractal material organs and body held in place. In the dimension above and below it existed only as a spinning cone.
In this material layer, these other vortices spinning off the center filament created a mirror image on each side and created the brain, the pituitary gland, the eyes, the thyroid, the breasts, lungs, heart, ovaries, kidneys and for men testicles. I saw the whole me, the "me" above in a conical vortex spilling over, down and around; the filament continued into this material plane and spilled out and below in a mirror image of the "above". It all sort of looked like a butterfly and it was all me.
Here is my very crude attempt at drawing what I saw. The little loops in the middle are the organs and the horizontal squiggly lines demarcate the different planes.
~~~THE OLD BLACK WOMAN~~~Then I flashed to a dream I had a long time ago about a black woman, a wise woman, holy woman holding court on a rickety, rusty old metal folding chair. When I first saw her many years ago in my dream, I thought for a second she was the old hag that would paralyze me in my sleep and choke me. I no longer believe it's the same woman. In the dream, she was surrounded by what looked like a long abandoned road intersection near an over pass. Only a few outlines remained and most of the concrete had long since been taken over by the weeds. She sat near the crumbled overpass whose road that passed under lead into nothing but trees. The overpass had huge chunks missing and was covered by dangling, old, long, thick green vines. All around and milling about were a couple dozen women dressed in rag-a-muffin, hippy child clothes. Most lay around in the grass, most to themselves, waiting their turn to talk to her. The first time I saw her, was when I popped into this dream and someone was leading me through a dense woods and underbrush. We came to a clearing and stopped there. That's when I saw her. I had no idea why I was there or who she was. My guide waived to her and waited as we arrived at the edge of the woods and we were waived over. She was still too far away to hear her, but I saw her lean down with a smile to the woman who sat on the ground at her feet and could tell she asked her to give us some time.
As I walked towards her, I half smiled and nodded, nervously, at the lady now having to wait on me. When I arrived she told me many things and wrote her name with a fire stick in my mind as I drifted slowly upward into awake. I saw the name still glowing on my mind and saw that it was long and beautiful, but as I woke up she reached up and snatched it entirely out of my mind. Argh I screamed as I woke up frustrated that I couldn't hold on to it. I was able to hold on to a location or maybe some other indicator called Beth-so. That name seems vaguely familiar, maybe it's from the bible and has nothing to do with any of this?
Last night when sitting at the Elder tree and I popped back into that place, the name Cashandra popped into my head and I think that may the name she originally gave me. I saw her again last night in full court with the ladies waiting to speak to her. I felt that they were other women just like me tapped into her from other locations, not necessarily there with her in physical body.
When standing in front of her I got a tingly thump in my appendix area and could feel the energy really swirling around. As I asked her questions, I would get an immediate response from either my body or my surroundings. The wind, leaves, my sinuses popping and gall bladder gurgling and even a distant gun shot spoke the instant I'd ask her a question.
~~~THE ELDERBERRY~~~
As our night was coming to an end, when I closed my eyes I could see a very small stout man, about 2 1/2 feet tall, with huge front rabbit like teeth waiving me to come down into a hole at the base of the tree. I opened my eyes and didn't see a hole. I decided to just stay where I was since I was alone, it was dark and very cold out and no one really knew where I was. Then I saw the image of the beautiful dark juicy elderberry, I saw it infused with moonlight. Then there were many of them on a cluster. They floated above my head soaking up the moon rays then shrunk down to an incredibly small size and permeated through my skin. I got the feeling that they were filling tiny dark, buck-shot scattered holes in the deepest parts of my soul.
Then I saw them moving from the dimension of my soul into my physical body and filling in tiny holes in the lungs, and going to small, hard, dry and crusty places and making them soft, juicy and full of life and directing dark oxygen rich blood to those places.
After all of that I was bobble headed and wandered back inside to try to get some of it on paper.
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