Planting Dream Seeds by Soul Sister

It was the night of the New Moon when I took the packet of Dream Seeds from the pouch gifted to me by L’Enchanteur. The time to plant these magical entities had come. The New Moon is the most propitious time in the lunar cycle to plant ones dreams. Before stepping out into the clear, cold night I took out my moon journal and wrote down all I have ever hoped to be, do and become. The list was not long once I realised that everything I had ever wanted was simply to grow into that which each of us are born to be…a true reflection of the face of the Divine. Sitting down in front of my altar for a while I closed my eyes and visualized what such a being would look like. A vision of a light-filled being emerged. Later I planted the seeds in a specially prepared section of my tiny garden.The New Moon passed, changing into first the Crescent Moon, with its emphasis on fertility, growth and committment. Each night I sat awhile re-affirming my committment to inner growth and deep soul work, to that vision of the spark of divinity that lies deep within. How to nurture this dream? Water the seeds regularly with silence, meditation and prayer.

The Crescent moon gave way to the First Quarter moon, followed by the Gibous moon — times of waiting and incubation. Daily I watched over these tiny seeds and rejoiced when the first shoots began to push through the dark, moist earth.

Finally the night of the Full Moon arrived, eagerly anticipated, and with it came illumination and fulfillment, a blossoming of the flowers that had issued forth from the Dream Seeds. On that night I sat up in vigil drinking in the fullness of life that is bequethed to all who live and walk upon the face of the earth.

And yet this time too passes, and so it was that the Full moon gave way in time to the Last Quarter moon and the Balsamic moon, leaving behind decay and death. The flowers were gone. But even though birth is always and necessarily pursued by death, yet renewal is never far behind, and so it was that I searched through the dead petals and leaves and found some new seeds which I held tightly and gratefully, carrying them reverently to my altar where I sat awhile with them in the stillness, quietness and darkness of the long night, allowing the emptiness of that time to fill my soul and inner being, knowing that the more I could empty myself now, then the stronger would be the next cycle of seed planting and dream growing during the coming New Moon.

Life goes on. Dreams never die, they just go underground for a while.