Shaumbra Newsletter -October 2009

I recently attended Adamus Saint-Germain’s Inter-dimensional Workshop in Sante Fe and wanted to share an experience that I believe illustrates the use of our many senses. In the workshop, we learned to expand and enrich our human senses of taste, smell, hearing, touch, and sight. Adamus reminded us that we could carry these powerful human senses with us when we travel to the other dimensions. We learned to stay in our beautiful earthy bodies while we expanded ourselves wherever and whenever we chose to travel.

In addition to these human senses, we also have access to the angelic senses of compassion, imagination, focus, expression, and awareness. By joining and rearranging, merging and adapting these ten basic senses, five human and five angelic, we become incredible and powerful. There is certainly nothing to fear in our travels. Whenever we are surprised by something, we need only take a deep breath and utilize one or more of these senses get our bearings.

The night after the school I had a dream in which I encounter a faceless woman in a hospital bed/coffin. There is ice in the coffin and the body is hot. I realize she is alive and I go to call for help. I cannot find the right number and others come wanting my help. I cannot help everyone and realize I need to help myself.

I woke up and wrote down the dream. I have a long history of helping others and this dream shared themes from other dreams and reflected my ongoing struggle to move from an energy of wanting to save others to one of honoring all beings. It was a nice reminder for me and I had a wonderful morning of caring for myself and the body, with hot tub, swim, relaxing, then I went to the airport on my way home. Thirty thousand feet in the air I pulled out my notebook and re-read my dream, and it became clear to me that it would help to utilize the senses. I took a breath and did so, easily and effortlessly, and re-visited the dream as follows:

I notice a woman lying in a bed/coffin (focus). It is full of ice but her body is hot (awareness). Her face is featureless, like it has been erased (awareness/focus). I realize she is still alive (awareness), so I try to talk to her (expression). She doesn’t answer immediately so I use my human senses (imagination). I smell her. She smells salty/afraid/confused. I taste her. She tastes earthy/fire-y. I listen to her. She is screaming. I touch her. Her energy is slippery, hard to define. I use vision. I see that she is lying on her back, but her head is tilted to one side. She reaches out to me energetically in a sort of frantic way.

I remember that in the dream I left at this point because I didn’t want her to grab me. Then the dream degrades into the old theme of people wanting things from me that I cannot give. So often in life when other souled beings try to steal our energy we either run away or we give in and resent it when we are drained.

If ever there was a time for compassion, this is it. The mind helps me by reminding me that this woman is a souled being who has chosen to be exactly in this position at this time. How dare I assume that she needs me to leave her presence and go look for someone else to help her (which is what I did in the dream)? I am here with her at this moment. What do I choose?

I breathe and allow. I expand my energy, letting her know that she cannot grab me and feed off me. At the same time, I am present and totally accept her as a master, as a souled being, as an equal. I honor her with my breath and my presence. We are together, two souled beings; fully independent and fully connected.

At that moment, she collapses. The body withers away to nothing but ash. Her soul is freed and expands. I get a glimpse of her excitement and freedom.

The pilot announces for everyone to put their seats in the upright position and we land in Omaha. A couple hours later I am home. I remember that this experience is as real as my house, as real as my family and my dog Rosie, as real as my work and my writing. This was not a dream, as we normally understand dreams. This was an experience of meeting a remarkable woman who was trapped, and who raised her hand looking for help. I was honored to be able to honor her with compassion and she chose to free herself from her trap. Tears come to my eyes. I taste the tears. They taste salty and life giving. They smell of true freedom.