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Subject: Horse Eyes

Favonius

21:29 20/04/2000 

I am newly interested in the dream world and was visiting random web sites last night. On one site I picked a few dreams that had been submitted and felt compelled to offer a response to one of them. It was a dream in which the person had a white horse in his house and it was staring at him through the open steps as he walked up the stairs (stares?)I suggested in my response that as he must have been staring back that he has or would "face down" and deal with the "intrusion" that the horse represented as he mounted the stairs. A little later I saw a dream in this forum called "Horse eye". In this dream the dreamer had a "blonde" horse rising up above her and she debated whether she should catch the horses eye or not. And in deciding to do so I believe she dealt with, at least on the dream level, the issue that the horse represented. The coincidence that I should come across these two very similar dreams by randomly wandering the www is too much to dismiss. I just now also remember just reading some dialogue "How do you tell if it's a good horse? Not by looking at it's teeth...it's in the eyes." The character was actually making reference to a person as he said this. I'll be watching for pale horese today on the streets. Cheers, Liam

Angela

01:20 21/04/2000 

Hi Liam.

Indeed, no coincidence should be dismissed, I don't think. And so I'm popping on here to say that it was my dream of the 'Horse Eyes'. And I thank you for drawing attention to that point in time for me, as I perhaps need to take a peek back there and see if there are fresh lessons from what I was going through then.

The 'Phar Lap' posting also includes horses. What are they to you? Why were you drawn to these horse dreams?

Nice to meet you through a dream!

Angela.

Favonius

12:36 21/04/2000 

Hello Angela

I really picked the first horse dream completely at random but when I saw the title of your dream minutes later, of course I had to look. Horses scare me, frankly. But I feel like I am more a voyeur looking at other people, looking at horses and this, I think, is part of the point. If a horse was staring at me in my own dreams my feelings would be very very different indeed.Even as I write this it occurs to me that the point my be that I see others facing down their mounts but my own inner stallion (yuk yuk) is nowhere in sight.You have "unbridled" passion in your dream and I have but fluff and nonsense. Could it be that the message is not what is there but rather what is not there.Or is that ridiculous? Back to my pony ride life. Hope I have "spurred" you on to deeper discoveries Angela.

Cheers, Liam

Geotangent

01:23 22/04/2000 

And after reading that, I went looking for something on the Net about Myers-Briggs test (which I haven't done before and within ten minutes I had found one which mentioned a horse's eyes (cut&pasted extract from Typelogic, http://typelogic.com/infp.html) [I imagine I'm an INFP myself (introverted intuitive feeling perceiver)]:

"With few exceptions, it is the NF child who readily develops imaginary playmates (as with Anne of Green Gables's 'bookcase girlfriend'--her own reflection) and whose stuffed animals come to life like the Velveteen Rabbit and the Skin Horse:

"'...Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand...' (the Skin Horse)"

I hope that breaks down the 'fluff and nonsense' to fluff and nonsense. Geo.

Geotangent

01:43 22/04/2000 

...or more politely (dear Favonius) I should've said "I hope that helps to break down your perceived 'fluff and nonsense'", because other people wouldn't be responding to it if it was...

As for myself, it just struck me after I sent the above message that 'The Skin Horse' is a pretty good description of Phar Lap as he is now, in the art gallery in Melbourne. Geo. (...and so that's another one, click...and a bittersweet feeling comes quicker, it's happened and it's gone already, or to quote T S Eliot - "Ridiculous the sad waste of time/ Stretching before and after"...)

Favonius

02:36 22/04/2000 

"But the vain empty years stretched ahead" DM Thomas among the last lines I have read of late.Funny.'The Skin Horse" is a pretty good description as I am now Geo.It's beginning to come into focus. What a marvellous forum this is!I ought remember that the people who understand continue to love my loose and shabby joints.How jolly. May I mention that The Arabian Nights have popped up 3 times in the last few days.Must be horses galour in there, no? Guess I should likely go read it. And thank you indeed for responding. Liam

Angela

04:10 22/04/2000 

Oh you guys!

Whatever is going on here? This is huge for me. I even feel like I am somewhat outside this coversation, yet for some reason I'm popped right in the middle of it. Liam, you drew my dream like a number in a raffle. And Geo, speaking of numbers...I thought of you yesterday when I felt an agitation at the band of a new pair of pants I'd bought. The culprit was a sticker with the number '112' on it! I paused, thought side-ways, then threw it in the garbage. Interesting.

I think I will go and get my other horse dream from the member's forum and post it here. It deals with 'intrusion' as you mentioned Liam.

And the most amazing of all, for me, is the mention of the two poets above: T.S. Eliot is my absolute favourite. And DMT has been the subject of some of my dreams! I nearly fell over backwards when that quote came out from you Liam. From which book? I've read everything of his, except the Pushkin translations and some of the poetry. I don't remember that. Incredible! And who are you anyway? Where did you come from? Why are you both drawing such large synchronicites with me?

Geo, I loved the 'Skin Horse'. And your reference to Myers-Briggs synchs with a large topic of conversation we had on the member's forum a while back.

I am stunned, though I shouldn't be. This is how synchronicities work.

Eagerly looking forward to more...

Angela.

Angela

04:31 22/04/2000 

Here's that dream. I had titled it 'Unsaddled'. I did work through it on the member's forum with lots of Jane's help and some from others. Just wanted to include it here for the synchronicity of it all.

I was on a dark brown horse heading into the dark woods. A navy blanket/pillow was where the saddle should be. Another girl was on the horse with me. I was kind of precariously balanced, lying half on my back, behind the other girl. The horse began trotting. It knew the way. I worried that I'd fall off. We came to a branch in the path. There was another, same coloured horse (navy blanket included) with a man on it. It abandoned its path and galloped right up to the back of my horse and stuck its nose to my butt, pushing and trotting intrusively in the same direction that we were going.

I was wishing I was seated more securely. I was feeling annoyed at this second horse's intrusion into my space (more obviously, my privacy) and possibly being a further means to which I could fall off...

Angela.

Jane Anderson

09:55 22/04/2000 

What a wonderful thread! Welcome Liam. I remember the impact the DM Thomas synchronicites had on Angela (discussed on the Members' Forum several months ago), so I shivered with recognition for her as I read Liam's quote.

This is a semi-flippant post, but a contributing one nevertheless:

As most of the preceding posts went up as I slept, I thought you'd enjoy sharing this: in the middle of one dream last night I saw horse shit on the floor ... well, it was tiny little grains, but it was referred to as equine in origin and it certainly smelt of horse shit! So, did you all pass through my dream?

;)

Looking forward to reading more on this thread ...

Jane Anderson

PS: I also posted to the Members Forum the great joke of my dream which occured on 18/19 April, in which a woman dressed up in an ostentatious and fun costume for a day at the horse races. She winked at me in collusion over the joke (more in Members' Forum) ... but see? My dream showed preparation for the horses ....???

Jane

Favonius

14:28 22/04/2000 

Is this not a tangled web my new friends!My heart raced today as I recalled the "Godfather" image of the horses head. An image ingrained in our collective psyche as deeply as the Christian cross (or Homer Simpson or a pint of Guiness) hmmm...I am digressing. I am sure these horses heads are not nearly so sinister. Angela, it was upon reading DM's White Hotel (again) that I set out to research the dream world online in the first place. I was seemingly drawn to this sight at that point by some pull. You might indeed laugh that on pulling out my copy of TS Eliot (Geo's quote) it was nuzzled up beside my "Eugene Onegin" (a Charles Johnston translation sadly). However another tiny sync appears when I am thinking I remember that the quote Geo gave us was inspired by Andrew Marvell's lines "But at my back I always hear Time's wing'd chariots hurrying near And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity." or maybe not.

Who am I? and where did I come from? "I am too young to have been blighted by the cold world's corrupt finesse; My soul has blossomed out, and lighted At a friend's word, a girl's caress. In hearts affairs a sweet beginner, I feed on hope's deceptive dinner."

Sorry,ha,a little Puskin,a little Guiness and a little bitter irony speaking there. I came from nowhere on the net by pure chance.I am from Donegan, Ireland.Have lived in Petersbourg(Leningrad), New York City, Ottawa-Canada And I am just....me. You will know me as I unveil my dreams to you.I am wondering now Angela why you are brought back to another horse dream.(I am recalling a 'dream like' painting of a horse running down a train track - dark sky or dark clouds. Anybody know it?)Who is the intruding rider who has no bloody path of his own so that he must ram up against you and your riding partner? I still have no notion as for what the horse eyes all mean to myself but this exchange is delightful.

Jane! I am honoured and delighted you responded as well.Even if it is with horse shit.I do like the feeling of ladies dressed for race day though.A festive horse image it is. Apologies for the non linear ramblings. There is so much to talk about. Hope to hear more from each of you. I am considering a membership here if it is always this compelling.

"Ta ta Goonight Goonight" Liam

Angela

16:10 22/04/2000 

Hi Liam, Jane.

Do I say, thanks for the shiver Jane...? What a strange and wonderful feeling!

Couldn't help but notice as the 'equine in origin' tumbled into 'Eugene Onegin'. Am I pushing it? Or, perhaps, 'Pushkin(g)' it? Sorry...Those were terrible. But puns always seem to come out with synchronicities.

Jane! Did you see the train track?! Good God Liam! (Could I be any more exclamation pointed?)

Is that an Alex Coleville (sp?) painting to which you are referring? I think I know the one, but I'm doubting my guess, if only because Alex Coleville lived just 3 miles from my childhood home!

And of bitter irony, with a half bottle of wine, I know it well myself:

"He who has lived and thought can never/ Look on mankind without disdain;/ He who has felt is haunted ever/ By days that will not come again."

And sometimes it is just as well that those days do not return...

Many happy wishes, though I know it sounds as if I'm just about to tip myself over a cliff. :)

Angela.

Jane Anderson

17:55 22/04/2000 

Hi Angela, Liam & GeoT ..

Yes - I'm drawn into this one I have to say:

"Equine in origin" tumbled out onto my keyboard, as all my writing does. I looked at it sideways and thought, "Hmm... bizarre, but leave it there as it's obviously going to mean something to someone." And there I see it was for you Angela. (I love to start sentences with 'And' as it was the one major grammatical no-no we were taught at primary school.)

Those of you who know my work will also know of this "tumbling out" of words and phrases that take me by surprise but which I have learned to leave unedited for good reason.

Yes Angela: I DID see the reference to train tracks. At this point I can't remember whether this is a subject which has been discussed publically or whether it has been relegated to the Members' Forum, so I won't say any more here, except to say to Liam, "Spot On!". There is certainly Irish energy about you!

The other little synchronicity I noticed here was in the possible connection of the painting to Coleville, as Angela's novel centres on mining coal ....

Still watching with great enthusiasm .. and also with a glass of wine at hand.

Jane Anderson

Favonius

21:22 22/04/2000 

And indeed it is Alex Colville I was thinking on!!!!! (I am simply out exclaiming you Angela)You lost me on the train track...inside info? So that makes you Canadian then. I could tell from your spelling you did not speak American.

I have exchanged my Guiness for a strong cup of morning coffee. The literary references both Angela and Geo offer forth are especially relevent to my frame of mind of late and thus I am beginnning to get a sense that the horses' eyes and Jane's winking raceday lady (what a wonderful title to hold..."Raceday Lady"...)blur into one winking horse telling me much of myself through the quotation gifts of my new friends. I do believe there is a practice of "randomly" picking passages of text to reveal certain answers and truths - Bibliomancy or something of the sort.

Have I stumbled onto a forum of writers?It seems that is what you all are and I am but a humble tradesman with Literature as my neglected avocation of love. I must off to work now.

"Restless he dreamed of his shipwreck, and dreamed it as a man of wit, who even in dreams, or especially in them, must take care that as propositions embellish a conception, so reservations make it vital, while mysterious connections give it density; considerations make it profound; emphasis uplift, allusions dissimulate, transmutations make subtle."(That one is for Jane)

"Reader, I wish that, as we parted/ Whoever you may be, a friend,/ a foe -our mood should be warm hearted./ Goodbye for now we make an end." (That for Angela...step away from the cliff, in fact, turn your back to it with disdain.)

(And for Geo,hmm) "these fragments I have shored against my ruin" (Maybe too melodramatic)

Good day to all.

Liam

Angela

03:05 23/04/2000 

Good morning all.

Some questions answered:

Yes, I am Canadian -- a misplaced Eastcoaster, somehow transplanted (hopefully temporarily) in the West. And definitely mis-planted in the city! Also, a very, very humble writer. Still struggling every single day... I make my living in other ways, for now. And, believe me, these are humble profits too.

I believe 'Stichomancy' is the universal book reference name. And 'Bibliomancy' is from the Bible... (An avid 'And' sentence opener too, Jane!) Oddly, these terms also appeared in conversation when the DMT and Pushkin stuff came up last time.

As for the shock when you mentioned that painting, Liam, I was hit by a train when I was 17 years old. I couldn't believe that you pulled that image out of your head from my dream. You have that wonderful knack for 'non-editing' and letting those 'tumblers' out. It is something I think I had to train (train!) myself to do for the purposes of unleashing unconscious gatherings.

Colville/Coleville/Coal! (Maybe if I hadn't spelled it wrong the attention might not have gone there -- then again, I'm saying this to Jane? (One who sees absolutely EVERYTHING...) Oh Jane. Wow! This is a gigantic bringing together for me. And Liam, you are one mighty trigger.

Now, back to 'Stichomancy', I shall open a book of Tsvetayeva's Poetry...reaching for it... right now... A poem called 'Rails'! (page 38 -- that's for you Geo) Oh wow, judge for yourself:

"The bed of a railway cutting/ has tidy sheets.../ And over them people are driven/ like possessed creatures from Pushkin.../ And yet lag behind and linger,/ the note of pain always rising/ higher than love, as the poles freeze/ to the bank, like Lot's wife, forever..."

Normally I think I would swear right now -- maybe more shockingly than horse shit... This has more personal meaning for me, aside from the obvious rails and Pushkin (which are truly amazing and I don't want to diminish them!). But I watched 'Sodom and Gomorah' just two weeks ago. It held a surprise precognitive message that I have reflected upon all week -- as I walked away from my life's 'S and G' man, challenging and insisting and knowing that I must never look back...

What were your words to me just now Liam? "Step away from the cliff, in fact, turn your back to it with disdain." And to think I almost deleted that bit about the 'tipping myself off the cliff.' The beauty of not editing!

Liam, if you do not quite find what the horses are saying 'to' you, you can rest assured that they have spoken 'through' you.

And I am always amazed at how you pick up these synchronicities and vibe straight into us, Jane. This is two 'biggies' with me, one right after the other!

The strength I get from here! Thank you for my next deep breath.

Angela.

Angela

03:18 23/04/2000 

Ah! Geo.

Didn't know why I gave you the 38 pages for more than the page referencing, until I added 3 + 8........11!

sd

16:19 23/04/2000 

Angela - thanks for urging me to peek in on this thread. So many major topics tying up here into a knot, or a pull on the strings to look back (as you said) at some issues we have let dangle a bit - a preparation that things will become busy again with these topics? Most of these "things" were originated by you here and many I sort of fell into the web of..d.h. thomas, dmt,eugene onegin,blue and yellow of the horse dreams and the flame of course, the list is sort of endless now Liam brings up Petersburg.. I have been obsessing about this place where Joseph Brodsky came out and Mandestamm and Anna Ahkm... and apparaently where my grandparents were from (just discovered this possibility in Jan) Tell me Liam, please, about the city, first things that come in to your memory. Tracks, cole..that poem.. my..word.. simply divine

Favonius

07:55 24/04/2000 

I feel pressured to channel some divination for you my dear sd.And I have merely been chatting thus far. I hope I do not disappoint!

Petersbourg, Leningrad, Vienna of the North...it is pure Russian. It is made only of extremes. The smell of Franco Russian cuisine and a well aged Georgian Red(I am trained as a Chef, so what could be more jolly than that) combats the reek of sour cabbage and urine and sewage and fetid, neglected canals.The grand, wide avenues echoing the steps of Peter himself run a hop, skip and a jump from slums as wretched (I just typed out "retchid", which is not such a bad word to depict these slums) as Third world cities.They will step over a drunk in the street and invite a stranger home for dinner (and, yes indeed, plenty of Vodka).Great classical music and really bad Heavy Metal.Glorious museums, Awe inspiring churches..the grandeur of Paris...all crawling with muggers, drug dealers and B-movie Mafia types (this part worse in Mocba...Moscow) There is not a thing half way, mediocre or nondescript when it comes to St. Petersbourg.

I was there just two short years as both student and consultant. The crime, sewage and shoddy flats drove me away in the end. Nevertheless, having lived there once, the pull to return lives within me.

Sorry sd, if I my tale(again I mistype myself..I typed 'tail') unveils nothing but bad travel writing, but it is lovely to meet you regardless ( or "irregardless" in America, which to me means with great regard in a round about way.) I AM trying to tumble for you all with a tumbler of iced Vodka at my side to inspire my Slavic muse. Off I must go to cook some Easter Pad Thai. (I actually bought some rabbit early in the week but realized afterwards with dismay that Easter had arrived.)

Da Skoriva my Droogies Liam

Angela

10:20 24/04/2000 

What lovely/dreadful description, Liam! It is wonderful travel writing, I disagree with you completely! Ha ha, 'really bad Heavy Metal...' Of the great classical music, though -- Rachmaninov, yes? (Who is yet another artful soul introduced to me through DMT's writing.)

I know you are speaking to sd here, and I'm glad you have joined in sd. We really had a miraculous, yet 'dangling', as you aptly say, time with this one. What riches are yet to be unveiled?

I must jump back a tiny bit as a very dear friend just emailed this afternoon that she has an article clipping saved for me of an Akhmatova poem. One she had cut from the paper two weeks ago... It is a poem about Lot's wife!

"...But a wild grief in his wife's bosom cried, / Look back, it is not too late for a last sight" (Lot's wife) "for a single glance, gave up her life."

But back to you Liam:

"At the window was the jolly chef, his face was beaming..." DM Thomas, again!

Good day!

Angela.

Favonius

11:56 24/04/2000 

My face is beaming.

I am guessing now that the Lot's wife quote and turning your back on the cliff are the same, no? I'm new at this game.

"The soul of a man is a far country which cannot be approached or explored."

Take care my Pillar of Salt

Liam

Shalie21

01:43 25/04/2000 

I have to add to this discussion. My cousin just recently had a dream about a white horse that was staring her in the face with unwavering eyes. I think that's very interesting.

A few years back I had a dream about white horses. Here it is:

I dreamed that there was a field where there was going to be an archery contest. All around the field were white horses, some with wings and some not. Some men were lined up in front of the targets so that they could shoot them with their arrows. One of the white horses with wings came near a man wearing a brown coat. He shot the horse with his arrow. The blonde man beside him was shocked at this, but the brown haired man in the brown coat said, "He was in my way." The blonde man was satisfied by this explanation. Apparently it was in the rules that if the horses got in your way you could shoot them. But then the contest was started. All the men were looking straight on to the targets, but the brown haired man was not facing the target. The announce said, "On your mark, get set . . ." The man tried to get back into position so that he could get a bulls eye, but he didn't quite make it. When the announcer said, "Go!" He shot off his arrow even though he was not facing the target directly. He got a bulls eye. The blonde man beside him was amazed. I was on the sidelines of the field. I was going to be in the next event which was a horse race. I was supposed to pick my horse. I picked the horse that the man had shot not knowing that it had been killed. Then there was a woman who I guess was a doctor. She had the white horses head on a table. She was cleaning it up and preparing it for something. I thought she was going to reattach the head, but she was only preparing it for burial. She wrapped the head in a navy blanket. People began to know that something was wrong and they came to try to figure out what was wrong, but each person who came close to the truth was killed. A psychic woman came with two dogs. She looked at the two dogs. She said, "Yes, there is something wrong. And it's somewhere to the right because the dog on the right is has a queasy stomach and her hair is thin." She then went over to the table and saw the navy blanket. She was about to lift the blanket when somebody pushed her. She fell and suddenly was on a hill in a shelter made of a clear, white tarp. Other people that had been killed were there as well. Then it was like I was watching a movie. Another girl came who had 2 sons. I didn't think she would die because she was one of the main characters. She came close to the truth and 2 people were hired to assasinate her. I didn't think that it could be the man in the brown coat, but I saw him riding a brown horse away. Then I was the woman being chased by the assasins. I was running through my childhood neighborhood, a trailor court. I ran behind some houses and behind another house that had a glass porch area. I was afraid that the 2 men would see me through the glass and they did. I ran up the porch not enclosed in the glassed in area and rang the doorbell and pounded on the door. The men came, but would not come up on the porch. A woman answered the door and I said, "You have to help me. These men are trying to kill me." The woman refused to help and shut the door in my face. One of the man put his fingernails in my ankle and when it began to hurt I would slap his hand. He did this many times. I rang the doorbell and pounded on the door again, but nobody would answer it. then I woke up.

I just saw some similarities in this dream to some of the things written here. In my cousin's dream the similarity was the white horse staring. In my dream the similarities were the white horse, the horses head, and the navy blanket. very interesting

babel

02:03 25/04/2000 

Thank you Liam, for Russia, for twenty years I have put off calling very close relatives living here in Israel.. there is no logic nor explanation but..the turbulence of two decades. This forum provides an "eye" (I) and from within that safe place I finally made the call. Joy gripped me, the relatives were surprised, excited.. we'll meet soon and I will finally hear a little first person history. Thank you for being the catalysts!

Jane Anderson

09:23 25/04/2000 

Hello All,

Thank you Liam for the textural quote you posted for me. The depths, joys, responsibilities and .. our new word born of this thread: ... 'tumblings' of writing. Love it.

Every six to eight weeks I look back over my dreams to see overall patterns, check for little precognitive or synchronous portions which slipped by and so on. I took this opportunity over the weekend and found my 'Russian Ireland' dream of 16/17 March. I was simply exploring the streets of a Russian city (though I've never been there), caught sight of a Gaelic street sign and realised this wasn't Russia, this was Ireland! I then took to looking round the streets of the now-Irish city, perhaps Dublin (neither have I been to Ireland despite many years living in Scotland and England). When I woke up I realised it was St Patrick's Day.

Thought you'd like that one.

(Morning, strong black coffee at hand),

Jane Anderson

Angela

09:26 25/04/2000 

Hi.

Shalie21: yes, interesting. There may be some lessons for you in here too.

Liam: I think that's how it works. It's hardly been a year of discovering this site for me and so I'm pretty new to it too. But when these synchronicities come, I find they are rarely gentle. Presently feeling slightly knocked around myself...

So, yes, I think the two Russian poet's poems, each containing a Lot's wife reference, were definitely a metaphorical parallel to the 'turning from the cliff' with intent to 'never look back'. All of this really is very powerful for me right now -- like a confirmation that I am finally getting myself on my life's right track.

I shall thank you for coming along. And like you said much earlier, the exchange has indeed been delightful.

Angela.

Angela

09:34 25/04/2000 

And Hello Jane... As we crossed each other's thoughts tumbling through that cyber air. What a fascinating addition of your St. Paddy's Day dream!

Angela.

Favonius

14:14 25/04/2000 

If everyone would continue to post scipt each message with what they are drinking (or eating) I shall post here forever!

(Evening, Truly bad "Chocolate Flavoured" Easter Rabbit.)

"I like to tell the time by dinner/ and tea and supper; there's an inner/in a country rings the hour;/ no fuss; our belly has the power of any Breguet: and in passing I'll just remark, my veres talk as much of banquets and the cork / and eatables betond all classing / as yours did , Homer, godlike lord,/ whom thirty centuries have adored."

O.K. I jest because I was unaware of the power synchronicities could unleash when woven with those of others. I find it a little daunting. If all this is solely catalyst for babal's phone call, that alone is incredible. Yet we all seem to contribute AND draw from this discussion. I may be stating the obvious to "Y'all" but I, for one, am reeling.

And Angela, So glad you have found life's right track! Perhaps you could send me a map. Or at least continue our delightful exchanges.

And Jane! Chuckling over your Russian Ireland dream. Perhaps it was Petersbourg and Donegan you were visiting. But nice to know you were expecting me.

By the way, I came across a 4th mention in a week of Arabian Nights today.

Dreamt about Creme Caramel last night, honestly.

Cheers all, Liam

sd

20:03 25/04/2000 

Let's look at all this: Horse Eyes (I): "A horse feels each shift of your weight, of even your mind, and tries to decipher the meaning, and respond to what it thinks the meaning is. You can dull that communication, or make it more sensitive, by your own awareness of what goes on between you. A horse is a good teacher in that way because it is both a creature of passion and of the moment. (Jane Hirshfield - am. poet - interview in daily poetry. I was reading this in those moments that this thread began) Skin Horse Russia. Canada.Ireland Train tracks. Food. T.S. Had a "bookmark" on this page:Frisch weht der Wind/ Der Heimat zu/Mein Irisch Kind/Wo weilest du? D.M - Birthstone- For whoever hasn't -do Anna A.: It is not with the lyre of someone in love/that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper/is what sings in my hands. Arabian Nights(first chapter: talking birds,singing tree, golden water)- Persia... Lot's Wife? Cole/Coal/( kol in hebrew is "voice") Eugene Onegin(stumbled on an article at the hairdresser yesterday, they are making this into a film) Food Angela - Quote on first page of A Blessing on the Moon: Rambam - remember the street name where i found that book with a name in it/the party synch we wrote about alot..the above mentioned, Persian hairdresser - the woman who introduced me into the world of dream analysis by chance/Persian holiday of Purim (Esther - secrets) etc. Liam send us a dream..... what were you doing with the Creme Caramel? Sorry just had to end like that. Reminded for a second of Four Letters of Love - Niall Williams, whoever hasn't do. bought this at the airport exactly a year ago as I headed for Boston for the first time in twenty + years since leaving at seventeen. Forgot to mention in my excitement that the relatives I contacted were from Russia, of course. Anyone notice that I did a name boo-boo. what the hell. love you all, sd

Favonius

22:43 25/04/2000 

sd, (Same person as babel?),

Too much to respond to here before work but my heart actually pounded when I read it. I was this ( -> <-) close to quoting the same, also bookmarked page in my TS Eliot but thought I might be stretching it.

"Fresh blows the wind to the homeland;/my Irish child where you are waiting."

Favonius = god of the west wind.

I will be back tonight my friends, Liam

babel

00:59 26/04/2000 

oh my g.... babel/sd

Jane Anderson

13:50 26/04/2000 

Just a little house-keeping:

This thread is continued as "New Eyes": the title above this one in the Synch Forum menu.

Just to help out those with slow-loading computers and rsi'd scrolling fingers.

And I'll just sweep those horse droppings away and clear the coffee cups, wine glasses, guiness pots and chocolate wrappers while I'm here ... oh, and put a few books back in the library ..

;)

Jane Anderson

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Subject: New Eyes - (Continuing from "Horse Eyes" below)

Angela

02:15 26/04/2000 

This shiverous moment has gone on for days... Now there are tears in my eyes. It feels crazy, like an all night dance when there is still much energy at five in the morning. Ah, but it is an all night dance... as each of us sleep and wake into each other's sleeping and waking.

You both (Sd and Liam) had me incredibly curious as to exactly where my T.S. Eliot was bookmarked. At first I thought it was missing from my shelf, but found it nearly hidden aside Roddy Doyle... (no need to light that synch.) My book mark sits on 'The Burial of the Dead'!!!!!!!!! TOOOOO... but on the first page (in my book)

"April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain..." TSE.

I shall welcome this Spring rain and know that summer is on its way.

Angela.

dianen

03:41 26/04/2000 

Hello, everyone. I have been reading this thread in fascination. Also I have been revisiting fond memories of my horse. The combination brought forth the following. I hope it isn't dropping a load of horse manure on such scintillating synching! Mezmerizing. I cling to the bank and watch the swirling currents of your thoughts. Diverging and rejoining. Something urges me to go in. Is it too swift? They are better-read and well-traveled. But I will let go my hold on the bank, trust and tumble. Because someone taught me how. A horse, of course! Her hooves knew only solid ground. I urge her forward into the water. She complies until the ground begins to leave her feet. Impossible! Shying side to side. One step forward,two steps back. Take your time, but we will not turn round. My certainty overwhelms her fear. And then...am I swimming my little dark brown mare thru a muddy farm pond, or am I crossing the sky on a great white Pegasus? Close your eyes. Then the ground comes up to meet her hooves. Rich green grass rewards her for her leap of trust. So I will let go my hold on the bank, trust and tumble into one of many various currents, making their way to the collective sea. Liam- Today it is water and tonight it will be Merlot. I also vote with SD to hear about the caramel. Angela- Keep dancing! The energy appears to be contagious. The nose is the most delightful part of the horse to touch. The hair is all worn off there from centuries of rubs and kisses. Diane

Angela

03:45 26/04/2000 

Hi again.

I've gone off-line, thought, come back. My TSE was bookmarked at page 51. I added 51 to 38 (the Russian poem's page number)which equals 89. I then took 112 (Geo's number that had synched with me too and was regarding page numbers) and subtracted 89. So 23 becomes significant. And, indeed, it is...

The issue following me through these synchronicities is one to keep to my resolve, to stay turned away from the very damaging relationship that began when I was, none other than, 23...

Is there such a thing as pushing it with synchs.? Could that be pushing it? But why else would I synch. with Geo's number?

Oh man, in re-reading the letters 'TSE', they now have a totally different look to me -- Toronto Stock Exchange...

Oh, how to keep pace with the mind!

Angela.

ps. Do divulge that creme caramel dream... I dreamt last of chocolate covered cherry wrappers being washed out of my tiny mop. See you at the dream forum?

Angela.

03:52 26/04/2000 

Hi Diane.

Now we have synched! Hardly horse maneure! What was that about the nose? Smells lovely, just like lilacs in Spring.

Liam, seems a crowd has gathered to taste your chef's talents at the creme caramel table...

Angela.

Angela

06:43 26/04/2000 

Hi,

It's me again...

I was just at the pool, reflecting as I lapped (Phar lap returns?). I dreamt about a week or so ago that one of my math teachers had hold of my waist as I bent for a pencil under my desk. She gave me 51% for this feat and I was sorely disappointed.

This last TS Eliot poetry quoted was from 'Wasteland'. Waist? And page 51! Linked to math! AND... that number 112 sticker was found inside my 'Waistband'... Is that not incredible?

Baffling away to myself...

Angela.

Jane Anderson

13:55 26/04/2000 

Lovely to see you stepping into the water, Diane .. and so beautifully expressed.

Anyone else jumping in for this breath-taking ride?

Yes, Angela, I love the way all three forums dance through all the hours of our global rhythms. Rhythms yet harmony .. a sense of unison (uni-song).

Keep dancing all ..

Jane Anderson

Favonius

14:00 26/04/2000 

A beautiful piece of writing dianen.

Liam

Angela

00:42 27/04/2000 

Hi all.

Diane, I was wondering if you are the same 'Diane' (with the one 'n'...) who responded to the original 'Horse Eyes' dream?

Angela.

Dream_runner22

01:38 27/04/2000 

So let's say we were to make a dream symbol dictionary, what does the horse mean?

Angela

03:36 27/04/2000 

Hi Dream_runner22.

Personally, I wonder that it's really not quite as simple as that. In fact, it seems to get more and more complex as more and more is discovered.

A single word or phrase to give meaning to the horse is not enough for the type of understanding that I'm after. We could base a definition on this, but I don't think we would get the full comprehensive awakening without exploring all the levels these horses are operating on.

I can only use myself as an example. In the original 'Horse Eyes' dream (dream forum), I felt fear as the character in the dream, and I felt extreme anger from the horse. Suggesting that I am both the horse and the character (which I believe to be true on one level), those are pretty intense and passionate feelings.

So in this dream: Horse = Passion.

But, I must also look at the second horse dream for my own personal meaning (recorded in the thread below) and note that I was being taken for a very bumpy ride by a horse, through no choice of my own. And the following horse became very intrusive into my privacy. This is, I believe, what is happening now on this forum. These horses have been brought to my attention, not by me this time around, and I find the nature of the message has become quite intrusive into my private life. I am not at all comfortable with divulging my relationship scenario, as it is very painful and immediate for me. Though it is also 'just happening'. I was neither comfortable on that dream horse though, nor did I have any choice but to hang on and trust that the horse would know the way.

So, in this instance: Horse = Instinct or maybe Force.

And there is also the level that presently I am working on a novel. The scenes in the last few days have been concerning horses pulling the coffins of 106 dead men. My novel horses also are the carriers pulling the coal or 'black heat' from underground to the surface. Perhaps this is a parallel of the drawing forth of my own 'black heat' from my unconscious?

Now, Horse = vehicle.

So, really, it seems to be a very complicated process, yet with very intense rewards. i.e. a sense of awe, thrill and a connection to the universe as others begin to synch. with you. Sure, it needs a massive amount of attention to bring forth the message. But it is worth it. And already I've seen a couple other paths which this could take me on, let alone everyone else...

It is an endless wonder. One that I, as one of the riders of this particular horse race, encourage to experience to the fullest!

So, dream_runner22, what was your last horse dream? Or what part has peaked your interest here? Perhaps we, too, shall connect...

Angela.

dianen

03:52 27/04/2000 

Hi again, Angela! Yes, that was me. I went back to read it. My reply seems heavy-handed to me now. I have never been able to get my lines spaced or indented at this site, although I type them out that way. Anyone know why? I'm going to a steeplechase May 6. I wasn't sure what to wear. Maybe Jane would loan me her outfit? I will look for horses to synch with Phar Lap. If I see one, should I bet on it? Diane

sd

04:37 27/04/2000 

The inclination I have now is to focus: to whip out the major synchs - major images - for instance two at at time to contract this or perhaps to get close up. i see two horse eyes staring me down - a sweet, sweet desert (my own little cake issue) with Lot - a pillar of salt on the DIRT road leading out of Sodom and Gomorrah.. you tell me sd

shalie21

06:38 27/04/2000 

I think the horse in my dream might symbolize my creativity or even my spiritualness.

dianen

10:57 27/04/2000 

Shalie, what was your horse dream titled again? I would like to go back and read it. Bye the way, you are a heck of a dreamer! I haven't responded to your dream posts because the length, details and complexities overwhelm me. Maybe if you noted what bits felt the strongest to you I could take a stab at it...But I like reading them! Diane

sd

01:35 28/04/2000 

Ok folks went for yet another medical (spring cleaning I guess) took me a few minutes to notice my surroundings because a book about left and right brained partners and how they disfunction with each other got me in its grasp as I walked in to the waiting room - but - looked up eventually and there were five HUGE paintings of Horses, in oil paintings, with angel like women in gold and bluish fuzz dancing about these horses at all angles. I wouldn't have paid much attention if we hadn't been discussing this( I'm not really into animal paintings)The large signature of the painter was in gold letters which i found outstanding. sd

HORSES angela - more,more you haven't discussed the horse itself but for the eyes or did I miss it... and Liam, you latched on to this..

sd

01:41 28/04/2000 

Actually you did discuss the horse in its different roles - what I meant was besides the blondness - the horse itself.. I did miss something, I know it. sd

Shalie21

06:48 28/04/2000 

Hi, Diane. I posted my dream on the previous sych thread about horses eyes. Perhaps I can put it also in the dream forum, but you can read it if you want to scroll through the other posts :-)

WHAT IS
SYNCHRONICITY?

Jane Teresa's Explanation

Jane Teresa Anderson

WHAT IS SYNCHRONICITY?

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Synchronicity occurs when you experience a coincidence, or several coincidences, that seem so bizarre that you feel they must be meaningful in some way.

Some people believe that synchronicities are signs to follow, to lead you to where you are 'meant' to be. My understanding, however, is that not all synchronicities are to be followed, because ...

Synchronicities are SYMBOLS of where you're at, not signs to follow.

Synchronicities speak the same symbolic language as dreams.

When you experience a synchronicity, you are witnessing a change within yourself, an insight, a birth of something that has been unconscious bubbling up into consciousness.

At such times of change we see, all around us, symbols that reflect our shift in perception and self-understanding. This is synchronicity.

To understand this fully, and to see why it is not always appropriate to follow synchronicity, you can read my book, THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME. This way you can also discover how to read the synchronicities in your life and how to act on them in positive, life-enhancing ways.

Reality may never feel the same again!

______

P.S.

In Jungian terms all synchronicities begin with a dream.

The dream comes first, then the symbol from the dream appears in waking life in ways that seem incredibly meaningful - though, classically, it is hard to understand, consciously, what that meaning is.

This is because the dream is painted by your unconscious mind in advance of your conscious mind 'catching up'. When the insight (unconscious shift) is big, synchronicities follow.

What happens is that your incredibly powerful unconscious mind (far more powerful than your conscious mind) manifests its insight physically into your waking life. (You have changed - the world, as you experience it, changes in accordance.)

It usually takes up to a couple of weeks before your conscious mind understands the symbolic dream manifesting in your waking life as synchronicity.

Being human, as we all are, we often forget the original dream but still experience the synchronicities.

There are many excellent reference sources on Jungian synchronicity.

My approach is largely Jungian, but slightly shifted.

Again, if you are seriously in-depth interested, I suggest you read my book "THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME" to understand where I am coming from.

Quite simply, synchronicity is a waking dream and interpreting it as such is immensely enriching.

Jane Teresa Anderson