🪟Windows of Reality, 🌊 ✨ Clearing psychic waters, and the Mytho-Poetic Punk Puppet Maker 🧶🪡
🔍 🕳️ Find your Alice, Feed your Head
We are growth experiments, be kind to yourself.
— CLAIRAUDIENCE, AUGUST 29, 2025
I live alongside other creatures who are not human, and I have compassion for their shortcomings—just not my own. I see that we’re all under the same dome: consciousness experimenting with form. Within the dream, my higher guides speak to me. I hear them say, “We are growth experiments. Be kind to yourself.”
ILLUSORY PLAYGROUND
🪟🪞Windows of Reality and Hall of Illusions
On one level of awareness, Life is a flowing river. I float past windows of reality, each belonging to someone on Earth. Life can be chaotic, serene, abundant, or tragic, but from this perspective I surrender to whatever it is—knowing these are only moments passing by. How beautiful it is to glimpse other people’s lives. How lucky I am to have my own. How magical it is to be briefly entangled on Earth.
On another level of awareness, Life is a hall of illusions—a mirrored maze to wander. I think I see and understand myself, but it is only a projection. Even with eyes, we rely on others to reflect our form, but what we see is all light and shadow play. I am another you, you are another me, and yet we must individuate. Let us help each other—to be both separate and collective. Tend to your shadows and distortions, and reflect back to those you love with open hearts and clear eyes.
SHAMANISM
🌊 ✨ Clearing muddy waters and healthy dis-identification
I spend most of the dream with my younger brother, clearing muddy waters. These are the psychic waters of our lineage, and right now, they are dirty. I’m grateful for siblings so I don’t have to cleanse the family lines alone.
While we are clearing, he tells me he has an appointment for a male hysterectomy. I tell him that’s a mistake: he has identified too strongly with our mother and is losing touch with his own generative power. This happens often in family systems: the son takes on the sins of the father—or, in this case, the traumas and illnesses of the mother.
This is part of the shaman’s work: escaping enmeshment and practicing healthy dis-identification. We can remain within the family system, yet be whole and separate. We can serve as psychic healers of our lineage without taking on its wounds.
Know what is yours to carry, and what is not.
PERSPECTIVE SHIFT
🌓 🌗 Celebrating the Union of Opposites
Before going to sleep, I declare that I’m ready to move beyond black-and-white thinking and embrace a galactic consciousness. My guides quickly yank me back and humble me.
In the dream, I find myself at a wedding. The color theme is black and white. I wonder, why would any bride choose this? I’m trying to divorce duality—not marry it. That’s when I notice the groom. He wears a silver tux—the third polarity principle I must embrace. Neutrality is the emergence of consciousness beyond rigid dichotomies. Sometimes the subconscious is so “on the nose” it’s nauseating. My higher guides step in: Not so fast. You can’t escape the dualistic worldview, but you can learn to celebrate the union of opposites.
This initiation into Cronehood has been unfolding for years. In dreams, my guides push Neutrality into my hands as the new foundation I must embody.
What I’m still learning is this: the Wise Woman doesn’t escape the dualistic reality matrix, but she does have the privilege of dancing with the opposites. This gamifies life, making it fun, because she knows every outcome serves a purpose.
True wisdom comes not from avoiding challenges, but from fully engaging with them—and learning to embrace what appears to be in conflict but is actually, on a higher level, acting in harmony.
NEW MYTHIC INTELLIGENCE
🧶🪡 Meet the Mytho-Poetic Punk Puppet Maker
I meet the Puppet Maker. She creates personas and storylines that embody archetypal intelligences on Earth—but her myths feel brand new, not old. She is a mytho-poetic punk, a presence from a future imaginal realm—a Lumina-verse of wild, illuminated imagination and new myths. She hands me her most life-sized marionette—an invitation to author my own story.
As humans, we hold the power to animate and give form to latent aspects of consciousness—what a wondrous gift. I want to be surprised by others, and I want to surprise myself with the strange beauties I choose to express. Don’t give me the same played-out storylines. Let’s create new dynamics together.
Reality should be cooperative, co-created, never a competition. We can all be cosmic artists, birthing new realities from the most imaginative iridescent soul-matter.
RADICAL MULTIDIMENSIONALITY
🌈 🦋 Shapeshifting in dreams as training for future fluid identities
My astral friend Jess and I are seated across from each other on couches when we begin to shapeshift uncontrollably. This is fine—sometimes it happens—but then I see Jess duplicate into two forms, and I become alarmed. This feels like dissociation, not multiplicity. We must remain one person, I tell her. Our identities can be fluid, but our aware ego is one—and the center must hold.
In the future, identities will grow even more fluid. We will be able to host multiple modes of consciousness within the body without splintering the personality. Multiplicity is not the same as fragmentation or dissociation.
Shapeshifting in dreams offers a glimpse of our spiritual evolution, as consciousness moves beyond fixed forms. Psychological and energetic transformations can happen rapidly. Shapeshifting is a direct experience of the soul’s multidimensionality and radical freedom.
Fixed identity is an illusion. Now is the time to begin shifting from singular identity into multidimensional consciousness. I am “Claudia,” a temporary expression of personality, but my body is a multi-use vehicle of consciousness—a cosmic storehouse, a dimensional space.
We can discover wholeness even in fragmentation—if we don’t cling to it as “who we are.” Let the boundaries of “self” dissolve—become the shapeshifter, the cosmic storehouse, the dimension anchoring galactic consciousness.
DREAM TELEPATHY, AUGUST 13, 2025
SELF-DISCOVERY
🔍 🕳️ Find your Alice, Feed your Head
I lose my friend’s Alice and I’m desperate to find her. I thought I had tucked her into a wallet—she’s just an inch tall—but when I looked, she wasn’t there. The rest of the dream, I search everywhere, asking everyone. Later, I find her hiding inside a terrarium, too afraid to come out.
We each have our own Alice in Wonderland—the inner part of us who dives into rabbit holes and wanders through nonsensical lands, who misses home yet knows we can never truly return. We have been giants and we have been small. We have been lonely and lost, only to reemerge with a new grip on reality. Alice is our paradigm disruptor, our eternal divine child, both wonderer and wanderer. Care for your Alice, and never lose her.
I wake up from the dream singing these lyrics in my head:
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I always love your posts, but I especially appreciate your insights around duality, neutrality, and the initiation into Cronehood as an invitation to dance between the two. This resonates so much Claudia, I can't tell you how much! Thank you!
I’ve had White Rabbit in my mind for a few weeks - there were giant toadstools on my front lawn. I got down in the grass to photograph them - posted them here, as a matter of fact, with the caption, “Go ask Alice, when she’s 10 feet taaaallllll.”