Thursday 23 December 2010

In which Adrian talks to the beyond...

Okay, so I’m propped up in bed, with books and notebooks spread around me; with the SP curled up against my hip and Adrian comes into the bedroom. He says that he had the weirdest dream. Given that Adrian never dreams and, if he does, it's only ever about beer, my ears prick up. If he's remembered it, it has to be bloody weird. 

He says he dreamed he was in a taxi and that my mother kept phoning him on his mobile. My dead mother.
‘It was so strange because I knew she was dead,’
‘Oh my God. What did she say? Was she okay?’
‘I can’t remember really.’
‘Did you ask her if she wanted to say anything to me?
‘No, I didn’t. Sorry.’
‘Did you ask where she was?’
‘No.’ He shrugs.

Oh FFS. He’s got a hot line to my dead mother and he doesn’t ask the most basic questions?

‘Well how did she sound?’
‘Quiet. Frail. The usual. As she did really. Then at the end she said, ‘I have to go now’.

Jeez. What a waste. And why the heck didn’t she talk to me? Why didn’t she phone me?

‘It was just a dream. Probably because we’d been talking about her yesterday.’

Yeah right.

‘Look, don’t start expecting me to take dictation from your mother in dreams, okay? ‘

I look a bit sheepish... I had been on the verge of pushing a tape recorder on him.

‘Well, at least if you believe that was her, you won't still think she's reincarnated in the SP, will you?’

I stroke his silky head.  ‘I dunno.’ (Keeping my fingers firmly crossed under the covers).

Weirdly I haven’t been dreaming much lately. All my life my nights have teemed with dreams. I have rows of notebooks with them all written out in long boring detail; endless files on the PC; sketchbooks full of images from them. Now, nothing. Maybe the action has shifted to my waking life instead. Maybe my poor subconscious doesn’t need to shout anymore because I’m finally listening with both ears wide open?

I pluck a rune. Othila. Separation.

“This is the time of separating paths. Old skins must be shed, outmoded relationships discarded. Othila is the rune of radical severance.”

Nooooo. That sounds harsh.  I can’t bear it. 
“The proper action here is submission and, quite probably, retreat – knowing how and when to retreat and possessing the firmness of will to carry it out.”

I decide I have to submit to it. You can’t, mustn’t force things. What will be, will be. I have to trust it’s for the best. Let go, let go. Breathe. Breathe. Centre. Wu wei.

Later, sitting at my PC, I feel something shift. My hand slides into the rune bag once more.  And pull out...
Laguz. Flow. 

“Laguz fulfils our need to immerse ourselves in the experience of living without having to evaluate or understand. This rune often signals for a time of cleansing: for revaluing, reorganising, realigning. A Rune of deep knowing, Laguz may call you to study spiritual matters in readiness for self-transformation.”

- No shit.

“Success now lies in contacting your intuitive knowing, in attuning to your own rhythms. A rune of the self relating rightly to the Self, Laguz signifies what the alchemists called the conjunctio, or sacred marriage. In fairy tales, it is the end where the hero and heroine live happily ever after.”

- Shit!

I mean, bring it on..... :)


Tattieweasle said...

Trie4d and tried to say something useful but come up with nothing but I didn't want you to thnik I wasn't here - if that makes any sense!!

Irene said...

You shouldn't pick out too many rune stones. Merry Christmas!

Exmoorjane said...

Tattie: it makes total sense...and thank you (barely anyone comments anymore!) :(

Nora: ah, you're right, you're right.... mea culpa... I'll put them away. :) Merry Christmas to you too. xx

Milla said...

I'm with Tattie. Word for bloody word. And, hey, here's a rune (squints): Sauvignon. It has been spoke. It now be drunk must. Ommmmm. Xxx

Frances said...

Jane, I am breaking into this post to let you know that I love the card you sent.

Also, Patti S gave me her book and wrote a sweet inscription.

Never, never would I have imagined either experience years ago. And yet, they happened.

Life has many surprises. I do hope that we will have lots of fun surprises in 2011. xo

Rob-bear said...

Good grief!

You're in danger of letting stones rune your Christmas. I truly doesn't happen.

Peace and joy now, and for 2011.

Rob-bear said...

Yes, I'm getting Bear-brained; I should be hibernating.

Why don't we try,"I truly hope it doesn't happen."

I'm sure there are some who think Bears should never be allowed near computers. Let alone civilization.

Unknown said...


Sometimes things like this happen and take you off in a new direction. Hope you're having a wonderful Christmas!

Unknown said...


Sometimes things like this happen and take you off in a new direction. Hope you're having a wonderful Christmas!

ProzacMum said...

I don't know about runes but a friend sent me a gold star last week. It obviously tapped into a dormant conditioned response as it made me feel unaccountably better. This either means I must go back to infant school or get a job at MacDonalds for career gratification. Anyway have a gold star on me and fingers crossed for inspiration in 2011 :)

Lara said...

Hey Jane, step away from the Runes!
I hope you had a peaceful Christmas and are ready to face the New Year xx

Eliza said...

Spooky! Have a wonderful new year.

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Exmoorjane said...

Alchemy... :)