I have reread Valerie’s notes on my dream of the medicine wheel.
I have gone on the Internet and I have pulled out some myths about ravens and turtles. That the turtle is my animal totem seemed a bit disappointing at first — there is nothing glamorous about a turtle —
yet I am not surprised. What surprised me was the myths. I like the Chinese myth the best; about the great dragon giving his life to the turtles so they will teach truth and wisdom to man. I also like the Norse myth for the raven: that Oden had two crows; Thought and Memory were their names. They flew all day and at night reported to Oden what they had gathered around the world.
In the dream, the medicine wheel was not complete. It was missing the east. I find it interesting that Valerie’s bird (an eagle) arrived with
its head smashed by the large matrix clear crystal she sent. The sun was missing one ray. Valerie had put the little crystals loose with the large one. The turtle is the only survivor, so to speak. I guess I have much to learn still. I think I will not know what symbol is in the east until I die and I am reborn.
We will see. The raven and the turtle must have a very long conversation. I must pay attention to their discussion. Death is a very serious thing and so is resurrection!
Nov. 10, 2000 (NSA Journal after adjustment) Today I felt…so fidgety. Yet there was that one spot at the bottom of my spine that left a sensation of pressure and of wanting to move up. It actually felt alive and vibrant, and nice. But I have a headache from the adjustment, as happens so often. Still, all in all, and considering I had a full stomach, the whole thing was pretty nice.
Nov. 13, 2000 (NSA Journal after adjustment) Today it felt like I could not breathe. It goes from the head to the heart centre. Worse, the pain intensified until I could barely stand it.
Stop it! Stop pounding. Stop hitting, I can’t take more of this. You have to stop. Stop! I will die.
Nov. 14, 2000 (Computer Journal)