Kaizen

Friday,29th August 2012

Moon Cycle: 14% illuminated waxing crescent in Libra

Tarot Card: 2 of wands

Mayan Calender: Blue Self- Existing Night
Dream:

I found myself in the red rocky mountains that had a resemblance to places in the grand canyon.
An old Apache Indian chief lead us toward a huge orangy red mesa-like mountain.On the cliff face of the mountain many abstract colourful art paterrns where painted.
Two scientists followed closely, although they where more of a pain than anything else.They continuously complained about the heat and how much further we had to go. I prefered staying close to the Apache shaman that lead us, listening to his stories and wisdom of the solar system and our planets, namely Pluto.

At the top of the mountain was where we where to do a shamanic vision quest ceremony,the first night consuming blessed tobacco and then moving onto other psychedelic medicines.
The walk soon turned into a climb, when we where faced with the shear cliff face with practically vertical stairs upon it.When we reached the top there was a small hatch to climb through.Once through a small concrete covered room lay,with the view of the azure sky.
I felt rather guilty as i forgot to tell the scientists to bring blankets and warm clothing,the nights where going to get cold.

I find myself in a location where I usually vacation with family and friends called the Widerness.
My Father and I walk back to the communal house I which we have rented.He shows me his Gold Credit card which seems to be in bad condition.Wax and dirt coat the plastic.
I tell my Dad not to leave the credit card in the communal house in fear that the domestic worker, and elderly Indian man might capitalize and steal it.
"Don't worry, I can sense he's a good chap" my Dad replies.
I'm surprised by my Dads positivety.

We enter the long grey room in the house and find the Indian man washing dishes and making tea in the far corner.
He offers us the bright yellow tea in mugs and we accept.
My Dad blatantly tells him its horrible tasting and returns the mug.
I feel sorry for the man, and embarrassed at my Dads words although i soon reflected and realize he was being honest..the tea did have a foul taste.
The Indian man leaves seemingly nonreactive to the statement looking fresher than when he arrived.
My Dad and i then begin to clean the dbris and wax off of his credit card.