I had a very vivid dream once while I was living on Kauai. I ‘awakened’ in my dream and found myself floating face down in a fetal position in the middle of the ocean without any ship or lifejacket, yet I was peaceful.

This felt totally real–vivid color, coldness of the water, the wind, the sky, the whole works. An endless period of time passed and it seemed I was just waiting for something. Then at some point something opened in my heart and I asked for some help from the universe from the bottom of my soul.

Instantaneously, something emerged from the depths of the ocean. Simultaneously a giant pair of hands enfolded my entire body in its cupped ladle and the head of a giant woman appeared 30 yards away in the water, towering over me.

A pair of pale blue eyes each larger than the size of my head gazed at me with so much love, reflecting the gentle ripples of ocean. Her hair spun in wavy curls down way past her shoulders into an unknown depth into the water, seemingly light brown with reddish highlights at the same time unless the red sky of a sunset was deceiving me. This giant woman picked me up out of the ocean and stood up, making the ocean seem like a bath tub to her naked body, barely covering her waist. She held my body near to her collar like I was a doll or figuring and filled me with the deepest and most healing love I had ever experienced. “Who are you?” I asked without words. “I am Ishtar,” she replied. That was the end of the dream, yet it has stayed with me my whole life.

The amazing thing was I had never heard that name before. About a week later on a friends coffee table a book was placed in my path that entitled, “Gods and Goddesses Throughout History.” I looked up Ishtar just for fun and found the entry read, to my utter surprise: “Mesopatamian Goddess of Fertility, wife of Tammuz. Also known as Isis in Roman(?) and later civilizations.” This dream happened at a time in my life when I really needed healing. This dream absolutely became an unforgettable anchor for the ongoing recovery into wholeness and balance into a being of love. I’d love to paint this image someday.

Peace b with u,
Oren

Dreamt I saw a spiritual master speaking to a crowd. In his face was a gentle, radiant energy and upon it shone the glow of a setting/rising sun. A creative power seemed ready to mysteriously act upon his every syllable, as though he could say anything and it would come true. He said it was important to be consistent no matter what you do: if your body is cleansing you need to get a consistent amount of sleep each night–you can’t deprive yourself four days a week and then sleep for 18 hours to “catch up.” He spoke with a very simple form of common sense that caught people’s attention and allowed him to apply that logic or expertise to the spiritual world.

Then I was at a gathering or party for young people and another spiritual master was there, a woman this time. This master decides to take some children hiking in the clouds. At first she just commented on how beautiful the rays of light were on the mountain mist, then she said something that made a child think the mountain mist itself could be climbed. Lo and behold! Following the master, a child did climb the mountain mist like little spring boards. Three more children joined this child, bouncing upon the springy fluffs and disappearing behind the gray mist. “No way.” I thought, following like clues to a mystery. But my doubts seemed confirmed when I saw green grass and a trail in the dispersing mist. I followed the trail but somehow never caught up to the master and three children. Just before waking a glimpse of a child’s shadow with a giggle seemed to appear in the clouds above.