The Orb of Power
Before going to sleep last night, I was trying some ‘directed dreaming,’ asking my grandfather, ancestors and whoever else might be listening to help me sort of find my spiritual calling, as it were. Just before waking in the middle of the night I dreamt that I was some kind of security watchman in a gigantic storage facility.
At some point, my boss or someone else handed me a set of very fancy and expensive keys unlike anything I’d seen before. They belonged to a very rich client of the storage facility. I’m not sure how or why, but I ended up locating the box that the keys belonged to.
In it was an extremely valuable and powerful artifact of some sort - maybe an orb - which had the power to manifest the user’s desire. I treated it with great respect and fear because I understood that this artifact could even be used to destroy the world. Mentally, I sort of compared it to the Holy Grail. The odd thing about it was that I knew it to be so powerful at manifesting desire, that I realized I didn’t quite know what it was that I desired. I ended up bringing my friend to the place to show him it, and I realized the first thing I needed to manifest was some measure of protection to keep others from taking the artifact. And so a sphere of protective light formed around us.
Shortly after that, a strange pair of ancient entities, who I understood to husband and wife (with the added impression of he being from “above” and her being from “below” - and I think they may have been riding white horses) began chasing us and trying to trick us into losing control of the artifact. At one point, the old woman confronted me and her face looked like it was made up of lumpy cardboard or maybe papier mache. She approached me, and I held out the orb in my hand to keep her at bay. A sandy-brown colored snake appeared and lunged at her, and she cried out something like “Enough, woman!” This struck me as odd, since she was the only feminine force around - although I speculated that perhaps the orb-artifact was from some kind of female energy source as well. Perhaps I was tapping into the power of the Earth itself.
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July 23rd, 2006 at 7:29 pm
Just the white horse part interests me. White horses are such a common theme in mythology especially celtic, there is even the White Horse of Uffington which is interesting. I am wondering what is your blood line is Boucher an English surname?
I am Reading Mysteries by the occult investigator Colin Wilson (aka Factulty X) and he talked about it mystical horses but you (don’t) know me so I can’t remember what he said but it was interesting.
Tori Amos
July 24th, 2006 at 2:54 pm
The power of manifestation is a classic with Shakti Gawain’s book Creative Visualization. I would gather that she went to Berkely Psychic Institute as it uses the same ideas, only over the years, the power to manifest has gotten stronger results with some added techniques from BPI that Shakti doesn’t talk about.
I do not doubt that you already hold the keys. It’s just a question of deciphering. Maybe ask your ancestors, spirit guides, etc. to show you more.
July 24th, 2006 at 3:18 pm
Don’t worry! I’m all over it.