Tantra Dream Warm Rain
Sharing a Tantra dream
set in a warm oasis setting.
Date: 10/18/2005 5:14:02 AM ( 16 y ) ... viewed 1166 times
In the Rain,
In the Rain
The Rain, the all night first rains
of harvest Fall the warmth of bed covers,
warm bed covers. I drift into the most
delicious of dreams, after touching myself,
a dream so very close to reality.as it happens
in places but most of us do not know this.
I arrived singularly to the place close to the beginning
of this event,
and I sat there in a palm enclosed little Oasis
that somehow felt like a Balboa Park After Dark
some kind of Canyon Guadaloupe setting of very warm,
warm, pools of springs intermixed.
I was watching comfortably people across the way
who were near to each other just sititng because they
had done this before, this kind of gathering,
and then I started to feel more comfortable in myself,
less the outsider, and there was some kind of tint
of Judaism, or a rumor that a story had been written
in ten point type with hyperlinks on the shirt of a curveacous
woman's shirt in front of me,and one of the Jewish women said
I was included in the story that was printed on the top
she is wearing. I got excited wanted to read about me,
tt made me feel so included, and i went into a thrill
finally seeing the confirmation of my name Leslie
underlined someplace on her the cloth that covered
her breast, but I kept losing myself in her movement
and could not find myself
in the cloth of the story imprinted on her clothes in multi-
colors, and then finally I find myself before again in the writing
and I asked her
to take the top off and she did so I could read the whole thing
and what it said.
This was not sexual, it was all very sensual, and I started
to fall into my tantric self that gives permission
and their were clusters of women and men.
I started to massage one woman's arms and she asked
how was it my hands were so good at this
and i said it was from centuries of touch, being touched,
and then i feel into permission and deserving,
and there were these clusters
of people many who already knew each other and they were
interwhining and feeling the very healthy energy we
all dream about
that is so alive in our dreams,
but seldom act out.
in the pools, the pools, fading in and fading out,
sometimes I would loose sight and have a question mark
in the disappearance and ask where was everyone?
Then I would see them, in bigger and bigger clumps
of Whole Being Humanity, innocent
touching, all in the moment, larger clusters
all together exchanging these very human healing energies
natural, Goddess, Woman, Man, and it was life
and so alive, and very including, and naked and moving
and somehow not sexual. It all felt so good.
At one point I went down some stairs, and saw ripe
plums on a tree, some soft, and bitten into
and my eyes looked up and saw little deer and various
animals grazing. I realized that somehow i had crossed
into the zoo part of Balboa Park, and off in the distance
I saw bigger animals and feel a bit fearful, so I went back
up the stairs out of there.
I felt a bit disconnected because this Tantra event in my dream
was near finished but I wanted more touch,
especially since I shocked myself with the thought of
larger animals, some maybe man eaters on the loose.
There was a little encampment of some near lovers
who did this event on a regular basis, and they were on the zoo
side of a fence that i realize was there but I had not seen,
and I wanted to be part of this, ever though they were breaking
up and about to go home.
There were three men, and I asked for more touch and
leaned into them and just felt all the energies of the women
they had been with them, they were off in the near distance,
and then one or more military helocopters with headlamps
started to do search light missions in the sweet dark,
and so the one man led me toward the gate to get out of the zoo.
It was open. He scampered through it, but I had some
difficulty getting out, so he came back and made sure
I got through. The military copters were dropping
some kind of stuff like you draw lines on football fields,
the white stuff, and it concerned me.
On the other side of the fense, we were out of there
and safe. It turned into some kind
of Slow Food handout, with the cars leaving, and we were
handing out foods that was left over from this big event
of human whole being kind of people holding and touching
and moving. It was all so safe and comforting, It happens.
It is here, and then the event is over, and no one misses it,
because it will come again. They go back to being friends
and enjoying life. I woke up and listened more to the rain.
I was so very comfortable in my bed, so warmed, so
self contained, so full of the life and love that had been shared,
many adventures with many people who received me
in open arms, some half naked or more, all very natural,
all very innocent, caring, and loving. mindful breathing.
I could have stayed in bed
feeling the rain, and selishing enjoying this.
I was concerned to get up and write this, I thought maybe
I would get cold,
but i wanted to share, and i put on my red flannel
shirt, and stayed warm.
So here I am by candlelight typing
and it is in the middle of the night and morning yet to come
but really, really, right here, and right now
and I know everything in my life is all right..
and going to be all right.
unedited, written by candlelight,
going back to bed,
feeling warm and safe,
October 18, 05
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