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Magic Carpet Dream


As I approach the end of therapy, I continue to be in wonder of the process and the relationship that is so intimate and yet so distant. It seems as though the very act of Dr. W.'s careful attention, his study, fuels my growth. We talk in his space but most of the action occurs in mine. Some of the action he sees, some he infers, much remains a mystery. What happens behind my eyes and in my heart does not become immediately known. He waits, watches and shares his metaphors. Dr. W's observation is informed by knowledge gleaned from a lifetime of reading. The sculpture on the shelf, of the two circles meeting, signifies the union of symbolic knowing with every day reality. In the physical world and in psychic space, my stories have been told, the drama acted out by my selves who have come to know and care for one another.

Gold has many associations, eternity, perfection, insight, knowledge, love and heavenly light. The alchemists' attempts to turn base metal into gold were associated with the quest for purification of the soul. In the dream, Dick takes the role of my inner scoffer and says its just paint and I made a mess. But I know better, I've been blessed, baptized with gold, bestowed with magic, it's a gift in celebration of life.


Dream:

Dick and I were going along a narrow street lined with fluted lampposts. The man who lived there had spray painted them gold. As I went along I put my arm around each pole and swung around it. The gold paint was still wet. It came off all over my hand, arm and clothes. I felt bestowed upon but Dick thought we should go back to tell the man that I messed up his paint job. I thought it was OK; it was part of the magic.



Chapters: Intro | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08