[NOTE: This is not yet modified and is only here as an example of content.] One of the first steps for the adept aspirant is to begin to read the “signs and wonders” that are all around us. Working intuitively with dreams parallels working intuitively in every day life. The dream below came after a day of pushing limits with energy beyond any expectation, and after weeks of struggling with aggravations and irritations that were blown up out of proportion.
Honey Bee
11/08/2011 The Dream of Bees
It was like film noir, a movie — but there were colors, just mostly dark or muted. I was both watching the movie from the outside, and participating in the movie — watching, observing there also. I was a detective, and I had a partner, an older man. And we were investigating some kind of crime. We went to a house where there were two women, one tall, androgynous, dark energy on the inside, blonde and pale on the outside. And around her we noticed honeybees, that were like, enthralled — but when we would go to touch them they dissolved into drops of gold and black liquid. She didn’t seem to notice them. There was another woman there, younger, Hispanic, filled with light but held some how in that house, not of her own will.
Later, near dusk we followed some lead and went into town, and it was like something between a barrio and vaguely voodoo, Haitian maybe. In a back alley, we found this caged in area and the doorway was an energy screen, my partner touched it and it unzipped and let him in, but I couldn’t follow. He was immediately swarmed by honeybees, until they covered him all over four inches deep. I remember anxiety, concern that he would be stung to death, and a shaman appeared, a very old shaman and he leaned forward into the bars of the cage and was about to use some word of power, when a very dark, demonic human figure appeared in the cage and came toward us… they began to talk, and the man in the cage began to draw the shaman into himself, like the shaman’s face began to turn into vapor and get drawn into the man’s mouth. The demon wanted to know where the young woman was, but the shaman would never give her up. Eventually the shaman got his word of power out and the other man disappeared and the energy barrier failed and we got into the yard/cage. My partner was ok, because somehow he had been covered completely in honey and wax, before the bees swarmed him, and they all got stuck and couldn’t sting him (I knew he’d be a mess to clean up though). The people that had gathered as this was going on murmured “miracle”…
Then I woke up. I remember thinking “why bees?” I don’t recall ever having bees in a dream, or having seen something about them while awake recently. There are layers and layers of things here — what do we see?
Kath: Musing on the dream.
I know this was an astral message to myself. As a dream it is working with more awareness; the observing of the self observing. Themes repeat; yin/yang, dark/light, in/out, interior/exterior. In my life at the time there had been a big push to move on to the next level and I was close. Hence, first level, the “mystery” that needs to be solved. The patient sifting of clues and suspects, tension and contention, battles fought, resolved.
And all of that on the second level, more abstractly, is about reconciliation of the dualities. So in the house with the two women, one light, one dark, both contained, each the opposite image of the other. The bees are here too, and yet within they are drawn to the one woman and yet are not what they seem to be. The women can’t see them, only my partner and I can.
And when we go outside, this repeats. Only more obviously. The Dark Man tries to pull the essence of the Shaman within himself, the Shaman is drawn there too… but then resists, and almost too late, but where he might have not fought it for himself he will not give up the young woman. Defense of innocence. And temptation is contained again. The bees swarm here, massed – what they seek to attack they are defeated by what comes from themselves to begin with.
Third level, honeybees are a sixness, harmony, collective consciousness. They are also that which converts light into an assimilatable form. Literally. They are resurrection, the nectar in the comb that revives the mummified larvae. They are master builders. Their fear of the intruder leads them to attack and they are self-defeated.
Each vignette an exercise in the reconciliation of duality, in balance. And the “miracle” – the sign that is pointing, where did the honey and wax come from that covered my partner? My partner, the part of me that is active, not the observer, that takes risks.
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