Dream.

[witchscauldron]

I was in a cathedral again...in a room someone called the "meditation garden". It was soft and blue....it smelled like candle wax and incense. Inside, small birds fluttered around the room, a fountain in the middle of the floor gurgled and splashed, lots of pillows to invited one to sit. Through the open arched window that looked over a rich treed grove, I could see the roses..roses of white, soft yellows, lavendar. A statue of the star-crowned Mary was there, but with her arms raised to the sky, her eyes filled with joy and mirth, . There was no plinth, no perfect Virgin with a bleeding heart raised above all other women. Instead, her feet were bare, and stood on the ground.

I sat in the room for a while....it was very peaceful and fufilling. It felt a lot like the dream I had a while ago where there was the blue altar/bedroom in the upper floor of the white church. No priestesses here, no initiations...just quiet water, birdsong, and a row of flickering candles at the west wall where a small shrine sat. The statue was faceless, but winged, and all the light was aqua. I drank of the fountain, felt cleansed...

In the church was different. In the actual sanctuary, there were no candles, no soft lights, no colour but the blood-red carpet and the stark white walls. All you could smell, in fact, was the carpet - stale and old. No statuary, no gilt, no imagery, no beauty. The pulpit kept moving around on a crane, so it could move over everyone and make sure they were praying properly. The priest hid behind eyes full of fire. The angels on the walls came to life and were more like winged monkeys - they seemed disgruntled with being awakened. The windows soared tall, but were cold and empty. No colour...no life. Empty eyes. It was as if the walls were made of crackers - a house of cards that could crumble at a touch. Listless worshippers. I left.








Which Rainbow Brite kid are you? By Growing.


-M.