“It’s lens flare,” says the scientist. “It’s synchronicity,” says the mystic. “It’s divine,” says the shaman. “It’s alchemy,” says the alchemist. “It belongs in the fifth chapter,” says the author. “Let’s see what my dreams make of this,” says the dream analyst. That’s me: scientist, mystic, shaman, alchemist, author, and dream analyst, though probably not
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A fairy floated by, not a real fairy, but a fluffy seed like the dandelion seeds we called fairies when I was a child. Only it didn’t really float, it lingered right in front of my eyes then danced a little before flying away, leaving this mini blog in its wake. I was sitting in
Isn’t it interesting that when we see something new, we first try to fit it with what we already know? Our tendency is to categorise this with that, to file today’s experiences to fit in with yesterday’s, to make sense of our world by making it connect with the picture we have been building, day
Alicia, my guest from Atlanta, Georgia, dreamed of winning a prize that led her on a mystery journey. Listen as we piece together the elements she encountered along the way: the red tinted photographs, the light under the garage door, the significant numbers and directions, the distinguished faces, Carmen the neighbour, Debra the team mate.
He was tall and rivetingly handsome, striding towards the ocean, wearing a new, seafaring sweater and carrying something under his arm. What was it, an inflatable raft? “What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the raft. Or was it a set of bagpipes? He looked bewildered, as was I by now, but an old lady behind
I hesitated to share this story because it sounds implausible, but it did happen, on Friday to be precise, and the scientist-in-me has been trying to explain it away. So I entice you to don the hat of your choice – dreamer, scientist, detective, alchemist, sceptic, mystic, reader – and explore this mystery: Three weeks
If you want to understand the meaning of life, or see the mysteries of the universe revealed before your eyes, go to your local supermarket. Yesterday’s trip to our local Woolworths to buy some bread and fish – yes, how biblical – reminded me how stunningly the universe is revealed in the apparently mundane. “To