Ferris Wheel of Activators, and dream strangers say the strangest things
The god ate my astral homework
FERRIS WHEEL OF ACTIVATORS
Sometimes in dreams you are given assignments or astral homework. The purpose of which is to clear out energy blocks or to act as guide posts along your path, pointing you to a new trailhead.
Advice and assignments from the astral realm line up in a queue in your mind, and wait for you to act upon it. If you don’t, the queue gets backed up and new messages from the Divine won’t be able to cut in line to get to you.
On Sunday, June 19, 2022, I saw in a dream what they called my activators rotating on a ferris wheel — similar to the Wheel of Fortune tarot card. An activator is an energy that you draw power from. It propels you through life with passion. I was assigned to categorize the activities and people in my life that act as activators.
I began with a blank astrological chart. In each of the 12 houses I wrote down values or concepts that are vital to my existence. Each one is a dimension that I can travel to or a room in my mind that I can dance inside of.
Underneath each dimension, I wrote down the activities that activate these values. I took note of the ones that repeat.
Hiking activates Freedom and Solitude and Play and Beauty. Working with my dreams in waking life activates Mystery, Exploration, Divination, Creation and more. Reading teleports me to the dimension of Mystery and Wisdom. Worship is Love.
The last part of my astral homework was to categorize the people in my life. I chose colors for the persons closest to me and drew lines connecting them to the realms they activate. Some people are more influential than others.
If I know what activities and people activate my passion for life then I have no reason to ever be bored or uninspired. I just spin the wheel and try something else.
You can download your own blank ferris wheel here.
FUNNY STRANGERS I MET IN DREAMS
Friday, July 22, 2022
At a dinner party I was seated next to a woman who said she worked as a substitute for kindergarteners.
I asked her how she liked it and she said she didn’t like it at all, because all the young kids were wearing crop tops now, and she was not comfortable wearing a crop top as an adult woman.
I asked her why she had to wear a crop top to teach kindergarten and she said she didn’t teach kindergarten. I had misunderstood. The woman was not a substitute teacher, she was a substitute for kindergarteners who were absent.
Whenever there was a class photo to be taken, she would have to dress up like the missing kindergartener and take their place. And this is why she didn’t like wearing crop tops.
Saturday, September 18, 2021
I found myself in a dream where I was unpacking and packing the same water bottles into a backpack — as if in a loop — when two men started chatting me up.
They asked me to list all the cities I had lived in. When I mentioned Oakland, they lit up. We share our war stories. Break-ins, shootings, slumlords.
One guy says his apartment balcony was so poorly built it just collapsed one day. We all laugh and then he says it’s okay, because he stills sees it occasionally. What? I ask. How?
He says, “When my balcony fell down a homeless man must have picked it up, because every once in a while I’ll see it in a shopping cart just rolling on by.”
It was great. I consumed the dreams using the audio version.