Dreams Guide You Home


The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.  ~Ellie Rodriguez

As most of you know by now, interpreting dreams is a passion of mine,  I love to guide someone towards the interpretation of their dreams.  Something I have noticed, is everyone, at least once, has a house dream.  This type of dream  shows up in many forms: mansions, childhood homes, castles, family homes, cottages.  Some are often familiar, haunted, broken down, or  being renovated.  They can also be full, empty, colorful or falling apart.. so many types of houses in dreams, but what do these dreams mean?

Often, in my life, I have dreamed of Victorian Mansions or “castlelike” homes, with many many stories and secret passages!  Those are my most favorite dreams.  I love to discover new rooms which appear out of nowhere, like this one dream where I lived in this house and after years and years never knew there was an extra bedroom.  It was hidden in a small corner under the stairs.  The magical feeling I had discovering his in my dream  is a feeling I rarely experience awake. Thinking back now, did this room represent something hidden inside of me ready to be discovered?  Most probably.  It also could have meant I had hidden issues which needed to be addressed.  Another theory, which I do not dismiss, it that I once lived in that Victorian Mansion in a past life.  It is possible.. in fact, in dreams, anything can happen.

Yet, for today,  I want to focus on one aspect of the house in dreams, which is:  The House represents self.  Take this snippet I found on About.com:

For the psychologist Carl Jung, building a house was a symbol of building a self. In his autobiographical Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Jung described the gradual evolution of his home on Lake Zurich. Jung spent more than thirty years building this castle-like structure, and he believed that the towers and annexes represented his psyche.

I believe this is true in life, however, it also represents the reality of  some dreams.  If you look at the levels in a house, attic, main floors, basement, all these represent a part of “self” in dreams.  Although I am a true believer that each floor would represent what that floor means to YOU, there are general interpretations one could look at.  I would caution against generalizing, yet, these interpretations I use as a blueprint, like an astrologer would use the general meaning of each sign.

In the interpretation of The Mausoleum, I explained the different levels, according to Jung, by looking at the iceberg, the conscious mind or intellect represents The Attic, different rooms and main floors represent different aspects of self, or a specific aspects of your soul, mind or spirit, I tend to believe the mind is up there with the attic.  Consequently, the basement is where your subconscious mind and intuition live.

Yet, do not forget, these are general statements, as for some, basements may represent fear, loneliness or depression, and attics may represent the same.  So it is good to really look at the symbols in your dream and relate them to what they mean to you!

The house as a whole can represent safety, comfort and love.  Rooms, as mentioned above can represent a spiritual part of oneself.   In Jen’s dreams, A house is a home: Where the Spirit Lies you can see, if you refer to them, the comfort aspect is predominant, and one room in particular struck me:

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The renovated room.  There is a room in you, some part of you that maybe you “forgot about”  (I think this room represents a part of you spirit) that was improved and decorated.. and you are willing to spend more time there now that you have discovered its beauty..

In Face In – Workin’ On It The house in Mel’s dream represented her:

This house represents the new you, your essence, the “new phase” you are shifting to. The upper part of the house is usually where your thoughts lie. The narrow staircase reminds me “narrow minded” or the parts of all of us that is like so. So that you hadn’t noticed the “narrow staircase” makes me think of “today” in life, you are “opening up” to new things. Being surprised of how big it is up there, is also you realizing that things are bigger than they seem..

In conclusion, the next time you do have a house dream, ask yourself these questions:

  • What is going on in my life right now?

  • How is this affecting my spirit?

  • What part of me is this touching?  Intellect? Spirit? 

  • Look for colors, shapes and how these make you feel?

  • Were you happy, excited or fearful? 

  • Who was in house with you? 

  • Was it empty, furnished or full of staircases?  


    There are plenty more questions you may ask yourself after any dream, however, remember to relate it to what is happening in your life, even the weirdest dreams have meaning:

Remember:

Everything in the unconscious seeks outward manifestation…
– Carl Jung

As for me, I am hoping to return to my Victorian Home full of winding staircases, floors and gorgeous rooms.  And those secret passageways, those I can get lost in for hours!

Blessings

Kim

If you have any questions about house dreams, please do not hesitate to contact me on my Facebook page (see left hand side bar and clic on LIKE) or email me at kim.larocque@sympatico.ca.  For dream interpretations go to Intuitive Dreams Readings tab above.

Time to Take OUT the Garbage!


Open your mind, allow your feelings to be expressed, to be pushed out, and your heart will neither break nor burst, but be a free-flowing channel of the life energy in your soul.

°~Neale Donald Walsch

I must admit, once upon a time, I was a borderline hoarder. In my 20’s I would keep piles and piles of dishes on the counter of my sink. Hundreds of old newspapers waiting to be recycled, would line up in my hallway. My room was rarely clean, and I always had a storage room full to the brim.

Then, in my 30’s, when my children came along, I decided it was important to rid myself of clutter. This would happen every time I move, and I moved often, and more and more things would finally disappear from my life. I was never ever good a housecleaning though. Cleaning was always a challenge, and I always found something better to do.

When spring sprang out of nowhere, and the sun sparkled on all my belongings, I noticed the dust and grime left over from a deep dark winter and felt quite overwhelmed. My soul cried out for order.   Out came the Pledge, the Windex and rolls of paper towels. I would finally clean a 6 month’s worth of dirt and grime.

God this is taking FOREVER!

As I went through this process every year, I started asking myself, why do I  let things go so far? Why do I create so much work for myself? Instead of cleaning on a regular basis, I left, for example,  the leftovers in the fridge go until new breeds of mushrooms were born! I had no choice but to clean these awful things out, and as I opened each container  (or just throw a perfectly good Tupperware out entirely) of “whateverthisgreenstuffis” I would gag and cough as I chucked the obnoxiousness out.

WHY DO I PUT MYSELF THROUGH THIS?

Cleaning time for me, is when I had company coming over. This was rare, however, I did have get-togethers with family or sometimes friends. This is when I frantically run all over the house making it look and smell like it was clean all along. I was so tired by the time everyone got to my place, that I had to put on the mask of hostess on and pretend I was happy.

AHA! Pretend I was happy! What a statement!

Fast forward to 2012. I am in my new place, I am committed to making this a “no clutter zone” and I am doing terrific at it. I clean regularly, no I am not perfect, but I will not feel uncomfortable now if you just popped in (although I would probably say: don’t mind the dishes, as they are STILL sitting on the counter.)

I’ve always known that what lurks inside of ourselves, often manifests on the outside. Meaning, our immediate environment. That our “home” is a reflection of our soul. Since our soul is our home, it makes total sense no? So, as this process continues with me, I noticed this week, that although in therapy I am now healing a lifetime of soul clutter, there was still one more thing I needed to deal with. The garbage!!! The ugly, stinking, piling up garbage.

Peeling away the layers comes with going deep, and sometimes going deep stinks! As I go to where no Kim has gone before, I noticed one thing in my apartment that was truly bugging me. The garbage pails are all full! I would go to the bathroom and stuff that kleenex in the waste basket until garbage was overflowing. I would curse at the kitchen garbage, because when it did come time to “take it out” it was so full I couldn’t tie it. Then there’s the balcony. I had kept garbage on the balcony all winter, and it finally dawned on me: Why the heck do I do this to myself? STILL!!

Speaking with my good friend Sylvia, we came up with: You keep the garbage to keep people out! You keep the garbage to keep your truth from exploding! You keep the garbage because what is coming up inside you is old garbage which needs healing. So, in one swoop of the wrist, I took all the garbage, filled 2 bags, and brought it to my front door in such a fury, like the power of a lioness. I marched downstairs to the dumpster, and threw the bags in so hard and yelled “F YOU!!

Eff you effing garbage get out of my LIFE!”

The picture below relates to the poem Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out.  by Shel Silverstein Go take a read and come back! 

Now I hope the neighbors were not watching, because they would probably think I just fell of my rocker. In a sense, I did lose it, however, it was for a really good cause: – me!  The rage had to come up, in order for me to release it. I needed to tell off the the stinking mess. I am so sick and tired of CREATING trash!

The next trip to my therapist came the next day, and guess what? Yep, stuff, feelings, experiences, that I didn’t even know where bothering me came up so strong I cried for 5 minutes in my chair. I discovered, that I was carrying trash in myself that needed disposing.

I discovered, that I was in love with everyone else’s potential and not mine. I discovered that I can trust myself again, but in the past I didn’t and I discovered that the garbage in my apartment and the garbage in my soul was a way to keep people OUT! I built walls I didn’t even know where there.

So now, I can slowly start dismantling them, one at a time, so that I can eventually create friendships, and relationships that matter.

Now Mr Glad .. I’m kicking the garbage to the curb! I’m getting mad so I can get glad!

Time to let love in!

Love your trash and set it free!

You can read the follow up to this post:

HERE:  Spring Of Life

Kim 

This little light of mine…


Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.
– The Buddha

 

I feel like I’ve lost some of my light. I must admit I’ve felt this way for a few years, yet just recently, I seem in a big hurry to “lighten-up” (no pun intended). It’s almost cyclical for me. I go on a 9-year stretch, and then bam! I’m back to working on the thing I’ve worked on years before, albeit with more wisdom and ease. I’ve been reading books and blogs again, writing again, reaching out again… and I even took an online course called ROOTED with Megan Monique who was kind enough to show me the way. This course was the beginning of renewing my essence. I learned to breathe, communicate and let out my creativity. The latter is probably the one I have neglected the most… My creativity needs to shine daily!

So what steps am I going to take to find this light of mine? Well, I started this year by making a bucket list of things I want to do in 2011. The disappearance of light started when I stopped doing all the things I really love to do. Then again, I could say it started when I was fulfilling everyone else’s needs but mine. You can say I’m somewhat of a martyr. This is the list I made:

  1. Going out to a movie,
  2. Going to at least 1 concert;
  3. More girls nights;
  4. Time alone (just by myself);
  5. Nurturing the relationship with the BF.

I didn’t include my kids here because I spend most of my “doing time” and “quality time” with them and for them.

Nurture myself is the next thing. Taking care of my body, being mindful when I dress, putting some makeup on to feel pretty are all things I kind of stopped doing. I don’t own pretty clothes, because I do not take the time to go buy pretty clothes. I don’t have pretty hair, because I don’t take the time to get a haircut. I have skin tags I hate, but I don’t take the time to get them removed by a dermatologist. Those are HUGE examples of me not LOVING myself. I must feel worthy of all of this in order to move forward.

Therefore, this is where I’m at. I’m at the point of renewal. I’ve seen this in my horoscope, on friends FB pages, on twitter.. The message is loud and clear! It is that time for me again. Time to shed my snakeskin.

Please feel free to share with me your insights. How to you keep from going stale? What are you renewal rituals? Your input will help me find my way.

Love and light

So let the sunshine in!


let it in

Its been quite a tough time lately for many of us.  Since Haiti last year, I’ve been pondering the question about our future and how we all connect somehow.  For some reason, I’m starting to see a pattern of destruction which somehow is bringing us closer together.

Is it me, or does Japan seem closer to us right now? Right before the earthquake and tsunami, Japan was a land far far way.  Today, I sense its presence, almost like the people in Japan were my neighbos.  Haiti, Chili, Lybia, Egypt all those places so distant are now right here in my backyard.

Is it me or do you feel it?

Social media, like Facebook and Twitter, has enabled me to send my positve energy to those far away places and so many have assembled to do the same. I have made some new friends and the conscious connection is getting wider and wider.

We are more ”one” than we think.  We are distancing ourselves from separation due to religion and we are now seeing our humanness.. our souls.  We are closing in as meditation and prayer bring our consciousness to connect.  I feel what they feel to a lesser degree, but I still feel it.

Our love will shine through, and I really do think this is not the end but the beginning of something completely different.. Something only our souls will recognise.. not our eyes. 

Let the sunshine in dear friends, even if it hurts the eyes.

Love and light

Pen