The White Horse

 In my last post to this blog, I wrote:

Still there is something eerie about the broken thong. In two recent dreams I had been barefoot and then suddenly, this morning and in "real life", I was barefoot again by force of circumstances. The incident serves to blur the divide between "dream life" and "real life". For some reason, the two have overlapped and it would seem that my psyche is trying to tell me something. Is it to go barefoot and heal myself and others? Am I being too literal?

That division between "dream life" and "real life" continues to blur. Last night, I dreamt that I was guiding a white horse into the lift/elevator of a tall building. I succeeded in getting the horse in without difficulty and the horse and I ascended in the lift. There were a couple of other people present but they remained anonymous. That's all I can recall.

The next afternoon, I was describing the dream to my grand-daughter as we were driving to the bank. There in front of us was a small brown horse that a man was attempting to guide across the road. I stopped the car and allowed the man and the horse to cross. Synchronicity like this tells us that there's something in the air.

After the bank, my grand-daughter and I spent some time in Starbucks. When we returned home, I took the dog for a walk but I slipped as I began to descend the front steps of our house. The maid had recently washed the steps and they were still slippery. I fell backwards heavily and bounced down the five or so steps. Though I was initially shocked, I recovered quickly and sustained no apparent injuries.

I was sufficiently recovered to not only go for a walk with the dog but afterwards my grand-daughter and I also went for a longer half-hour walk. During the course of our walk, we passed a woman on a motorcycle with a baby and young child seated in front of her. She had come down a side street and was about to pull out into heavy traffic. None had helmets. I remarked to my grand-daughter that in Australia, she would have been quickly surrounded by half-a-dozen police cars. I had no sooner said this than we noticed a police car parked directly in front of us. The synchronicity was thus still at work. The car's number plate was B 128209 VII.

Meher Baba is sometimes called the White Horse Avatar described as follows:

"Kalki is the next Avatar of Vishnu. He is yet to appear and when he does He will appear, riding his white horse and wielding a shiny sword, at the end of the Kaliyuga, the dark age through which we are passing. This is considered to be the age of suffering, darkness and doom. His task will be to end the evil and restore the Dharma. Thus will begin a new cycle, again will start the Satyayuga or the age of truth and righteousness.”

The night before I had started reading Bhau Kalchuri's "Lord Meher" again. I had read about the lives of Hazrat Babajan, Narayan Maharaj and Sai Baba. Looking the transiting aspects to my natal chart, I notice that transiting Chiron was in 9°15' Aries at 7am this morning and it is 9°17' as of 7pm when I'm creating this post. I'd written previously about the influence of Chiron in a post to my astrology blog. It's interesting to note that the mythological Chiron was a centaur, half man and half horse. 

In my natal chart, Mars is in 9°16' of Aries and Venus is in 9°10' Aries, with a consequent midpoint of 9°13'. Transiting Chiron would have been on precisely this point when I had the white horse dream. Transiting Uranus is in 9°13' Taurus. Figure 1 shows the chart as presented on my astrological blog, showing transits as of April 2nd 2021:

Figure 1

So I'm not sure what's going on but something is, so all I can do is to monitor the situation. Chiron of course is the Wounded Healer and so I'll continue experimenting with healing, especially while this planetary body remains so prominent in my chart.

Barefoot Trifecta

Having dreamt I was barefoot in two recent dreams just prior to my 72nd birthday, I found myself barefoot in the physical world on the day after my birthday. After I had headed off on my morning walk, it was at the halfway point that the Y-shaped strap on my left thong snapped and I had no choice but to gingerly complete the remaining half of my walk barefoot. Thus the title of this post. The photo shown here is not my thong (which is blue) but it accurately depicts what happened to it.

For some reason, as I started this post, I thought of what I wrote yesterday in my mathematical blog about my diurnal age of 26298 days. One of the properties of this number is that it has a Collatz trajectory of 77 steps, a fact that I stumbled upon by happenstance. Or was it? 77 steps might correspond to 77 years of life and the barefoot experience might refer to the journey through life. After all, we enter the world barefooted and we leave it the same way.

Or is the snapped thong and the two preceding dreams a reminder to spend more time barefoot and allow the Earth's energy to flow through me? I tend to favour this option as I have been preoccupied lately with harnessing my psychic energy. I've not done much in a practical sense except form a few psi-balls and hurl them at my solar plexus and the nape of my neck. It does seem as if this has been of some benefit.

Still there is something eerie about the broken thong. In two recent dreams I had been barefoot and then suddenly, this morning and in "real life", I was barefoot again by force of circumstances. The incident serves to blur the divide between "dream life" and "real life". For some reason, the two have overlapped and it would seem that my psyche is trying to tell me something. Is it to go barefoot and heal myself and others? Am I being too literal?

The Barefoot Dreamer

On the night prior to March 29th 2021, I dreamt that I was barefoot. I had just stepped out of a house (unidentified) and realised that I was barefoot. I immediately returned to the house to retrieve my shoes but I had been on my way to the airport to catch a flight to somewhere. 

On the night prior to April 2nd 2021, I dreamed that I was approaching the bus stop just down from the corner of Milton Road and Hale Street, near my maternal grandparents' home. I had obviously walked up from there. As I approached the bus stop, I noticed my first ever girlfriend sitting there but suddenly realised I was barefoot. I thought about asking her for the money for the bus trip but realised I was still without footwear. Together we rummaged through a pile of discarded thongs but couldn't find a matching pair. All of the thongs were green and ugly. Again I was intending to travel somewhere.

What's common in both dreams is that I'm surprised to suddenly discover that I'm barefoot and make an immediate effort to find footwear. It's not that I've made a conscious decision to step out in public barefoot. I've done it inadvertently. About a year ago, I was strongly into "earthing" after reading the book "Earthing" by Clinton Ober and others. I even bought an earthing blanket so that I could be earthed as I slept. I stopped using it after a couple of months and haven't bothered it since but I've always felt that the idea of earthing made a lot of sense. In the light of my dreams, I've resurrected the blanket and have put it under my feet while I'm typing at my desk. It can't hurt.

The dream is probably psychological in meaning but in terms of my daily life over the past year or so, it's only earthing that comes to mind. However, I have been lately thinking about harnessing my psychic energy for healing purposes and the idea of earthing sort of ties in with this. Some of the techniques I've been working with, shaping psi-balls or energy-balls, might be enhanced by means of simultaneous earthing.

Source: https://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Psi-Ball

Meanwhile my 72nd solar return occurs at 2:39pm Jakarta time today so that might be a good time to experiment. Chiron is strongly involved in this solar return and the mythological figure of Chiron was associated by Jung with 'the wounded healer':

In Greek mythology, the centaur Chiron was a "Wounded Healer", after being poisoned with an incurable wound by one of Hercules's arrows. Jung mentioned the Chiron myth "wounding by one's own arrow means, first of all, the state of introversion". For Jung, "a good half of every treatment that probes at all deeply consists in the doctor's examining himself... it is his own hurt that gives a measure of his power to heal. This, and nothing else, is the meaning of the Greek myth of the wounded physician." Jung felt that depth psychology can be potentially dangerous, because the analyst is vulnerable to being infected by his analysand's wounds by having his own wounds reopened. To avoid this, the analyst must have an ongoing relationship with the unconscious, otherwise he or she could identify with the "healer archetype", and create an inflated ego. Withdrawal of both projections may however ultimately activate the powers of the inner healer in the patients themselves. Jung’s closest colleague, Marie Louise Von Franz, said “the wounded healer IS the archetype of the Self [our wholeness, the God within] and is at the bottom of all genuine healing procedures.” Jungians warn of the dangers of inflation and splitting in the helping professions, involving projection of the 'wounded' pole of the archetype onto the patient alone, with the analyst safely separated off as 'healer.

 It was interesting to read what Von Franz said:

“the wounded healer IS the archetype of the Self [our wholeness, the God within] and is at the bottom of all genuine healing procedures.”