Le'ts Just See What's in this Hole
Dear Dreamer,
The other week I had a dream–
I was at a beach, about to go swimming, carrying a dive flag but no other equipment. Some spearfishermen with all their gear looked like they were going to enter the water in the same place as me, but I got in ahead of them.
As I began swimming, I figured I would dive down to check out a small hole I knew was right there in the reef, and see if anyone was home inside. “Let’s just see what’s in this hole.”
Of course, although I didn’t walk into the water with a mask and snorkel on, I was suddenly able to see perfectly clearly underwater.
And the hole in the reef was full of fat red fish. Menpachi.
I experienced a familiar moment of pause–a hunter locking eyes with its prey. A brief window of opportunity, two animals recognizing each other.
Something was different from waking life experience, though. I felt a magnetic pull between us as we held eye contact, almost as if these fish were beckoning me into the intimacy of capturing them. In a way hard to explain, it felt like I was gazing at God.
And of course, suddenly my speargun was in my hand, and I took a shot from the hip.
The hole was so concentrated with fish, that after I shot, I saw three fish strung at once on my fishing line. And they were not wriggling about trying to escape, but stunned into stillness, slowly drifting under the water.
I pulled each fish toward me, until I came to the end of my fishing line and found that it was embedded in the fleshy pad of my left ring finger. I pulled the line out of my finger without much more pain than a papercut.
A dream as graceful and generous as this stands out in my mind for days and teaches me so much.
It reminds me to keep following my spontaneous curiosity.
Where else in life can I continue saying “Let’s just see what’s in this hole” even when I am unprepared and without all of the proper gear?
It reassures me of how much abundance is right within my reach.
It speaks to me about the energy of Artemis and the tender intimacy a huntress must feel who is also a protector of wild creatures.
It changes my perspective of giving & receiving, to remind me that whenever I receive, I am also giving. Like the reverence I give to a fish I shoot. And whenever I’m giving, I am also receiving.
It mirrors back and affirms my devotion to exploring the dark holes (of Imagination or Dream), as I am also not totally spared in the encounter with this God, the pinprick of my own fishing line in my finger almost like an engagement ring.
It offers me a portal I can access any time I want, simply by conjuring the image of Menpachi’s large eyes again.
My greatest dream is for you to be able to receive the generosity of your own dreams. Join me in The Scorpion’s Nest as we develop our own dreaming practices and work with the archetype of Artemis to call up the kind of courage that intimately knows dark, wild, softness.
And join me this Sunday at 9am HST/12pm PT/3pm EST to witness this work unfolding yourself. I’ll be demonstrating my process in-depth with a dreamer, and it’s free to attend. This is the Zoom link.
Love,
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