EVENTS: I had this dream on my third day in Magical Lanzarote
-- an island full of 30 volcanoes, lizards, camels, caves,
wine and surrounded by sea.
WORKSHOP WITH ROBERT MOSS AT GRAILVILLE
just experienced another magical week exploring with Robert
Moss some of the vast possibilities that dreams offer,
I am still flying high after doing Dream Theater (one
of many approaches used this weekend to spark our dreaming
soul. Everyone in the group, about 30 people I think,
played a part in my dream -- including people, an ornamental
table, dust, an ancient city, an old shoe, clouds, a left
ear and much more. I delighted in casting the roles. What
fun! What rich insights! I dreamt this dream while in
France. It's titled, "Van Gogh and Nostradamus,"
and guess who I cast to play the latter? Of course, Robert
himself ... and a splendid role he did play. Read on and
I will share the actual dream with you ...
Robert is one heck of a
fine Shamanic drummer!
click on the images to see an enlargement.
May 11, 2001 Van Gogh and Nostradamus
Gogh (this is a self-portrait by Van Gogh that I photographed
at the Musee D'Orsey in Paris).
Nostradamus (This is Nostradamus who was born in St.
Remy in the 1500's)
in St. Remy de Provence there is an old dusky curio shop and
I'm exploring in the back room where no one hardly ever goes.
A beautiful, ornate antique table in the corner intrigues
me. The top is covered in dust. Without thinking, I write
with my finger in the dust the words, “Vincent Van Gogh"
little bell rings on the door of the curio shop as two men
enter already talking together with animated voices and gestures.
I recognize them -- Van Gogh and Nostradamus!
Nostradamus says to Vincent," You ride the waves of a
turmoiled soul my friend, yet you will light the world of
art for all time." Nostradamus leaves abruptly while
I hear Van Gogh mumbling something about how he wants his
old shoes back.
rushes back into the curio shop and whispers something, obviously
important, into Vincent's left ear. I put my right ear against
the top of the dusty table in the back room so I can hear
their conversation ... Nostradamus is telling Vincent about
the ancient 2000 year old buried Roman city right under the
area where Van Gogh loves to walk -- about how it will soon
be seen again but not in Van Gogh's lifetime. Yet to now be
aware of the existence of this beautiful city is to be the
inspiration behind Vincent's greatest works of art, yet to
be painted in this area. Nostradamus walks out of the curio
shop for the last time now, tipping his hat to Vincent.
with me." Vincent motions that I follow him somewhere.
I do, full of anticipation. He leads me to the place close
to the ancient ruins buried beneath us (Glanum), to the place
he will soon paint the olive trees, the mountains, the sky.
By now I'm carrying some of his paints for him. He tells me
how he circles around, hones in like a dog, to an area where
a painting waits for him. “I walk long enough, then I know,"
he tells me.
we do this circle walking for a while, mostly in silence.
I notice the day -- slight wind, beautiful colors on the mountains,
blue sky with magically-designed clouds dropped here and there.
“Here is the place," says Van Gogh. He paints his painting.
(end of dream)
POEM: A Way of Creating by Robert Moss, June 23, 2001
Inspired by Noreen Wessling's dream of Provence
The buried city
bursts from the Earth
as Van Gogh sunflowers.
The stem sustains the fruit.
This is a way of magic:
to write names of power
in the dust of the old curiosity shop
and let them walk, ring doorbells
that old souls inspire young souls,
This is a way of Begetting:
to turn in the circle of creation
to breathe clouds into the air,
colors into the fields,
and paint the sun into the sky.
to go to Robert's web site http://www.mossdreams.com/