Post by Peace on Aug 1, 2007 10:50:27 GMT -5
ok, so i thought i would share the dream that brought back the knowledge of stonework to me and how i make my jewelry. no biggie. ~huggies~
i'm at a party, almost like an old masquerade ball or feast, only no masks. i'm me, but not as the me i am now. i know i'm kind of young and have dark hair, although i never see myself. i'm aware that i'm dreaming and am aware of it being past life, so i pay attention. i look around and notice all the amazing people and clothes. possibly mideivil time (give or take). i look and notice my beautiful dress. low cut, tight bodice straight across the bosom and so tight i'm almost flat. long sleeves that point over my hands (also tight). long full skirt. bluish/silver in color with very tedious, intricate sparkliy bead work all over. most awesome. i feel cramps in my stomach, so i go over to my 'mother'and tell her i need to leave the party before there is a mess. we walk to my chamber. not alot of light, but i can tell there is a fireplace and a couple candlabras on the mantle. this was the only light. i can tell the entire room is made of stone, which lets me know it's a castle. i don't see the bed, but i knew it was behind me to my left. i also knew it had large tall posts and very fluffy. odd since i didn't look at it. i just knew it. my mother had a lovely dress on, either black or dark red, also with amazing bead work all over. only her's wasn't low cut at the bodice, but up to her neck, as an older woman would wear. when i looked at her, i felt no bond at all. i knew she was my mother, but i felt no connection to her. she sends for the hand maid. when the handmaid enters and i see her, i immediately felt a loving bond with her. i knew then that she was the one who tended me and took care of me since birth. her face was round and sweet, yet tired looking as well. she wore a plain dress of grey or light brown, with a white apron of sorts. she wore a white servants cap that turned up at the jaw line. she brings in a huge thick white quilt and they help raise my dress so i could sit on the quilt. this makes tells me that we were of higher standing, seeing as they monitored bodily functions, such as a period. they would come, periodically, to change the quilt and replace with a new one. after i was settled in, my mother left out the door we entered from and the maid left out of the other(servants) door across the room. as i sat there, i pull out some leather string and a peice of carnelian to make a necklace to ease the pain.(in real life, i hadn't yet learned that carnelian can help ease cramps). this felt as a normal thing in our home. not unusual at all or lowly thought of either. stonework was normal with us. i wrap the stone in a way to be sturdy and not fall out. as i put it over my head, i wake up...........with cramps. i know this to be past life. stone work is in my soul. i was compelled to try to wrap a stone in the same manner and i did! it was just like the dream. a talent i've carried for lifetimes. i've been working with them ever since.
i'm at a party, almost like an old masquerade ball or feast, only no masks. i'm me, but not as the me i am now. i know i'm kind of young and have dark hair, although i never see myself. i'm aware that i'm dreaming and am aware of it being past life, so i pay attention. i look around and notice all the amazing people and clothes. possibly mideivil time (give or take). i look and notice my beautiful dress. low cut, tight bodice straight across the bosom and so tight i'm almost flat. long sleeves that point over my hands (also tight). long full skirt. bluish/silver in color with very tedious, intricate sparkliy bead work all over. most awesome. i feel cramps in my stomach, so i go over to my 'mother'and tell her i need to leave the party before there is a mess. we walk to my chamber. not alot of light, but i can tell there is a fireplace and a couple candlabras on the mantle. this was the only light. i can tell the entire room is made of stone, which lets me know it's a castle. i don't see the bed, but i knew it was behind me to my left. i also knew it had large tall posts and very fluffy. odd since i didn't look at it. i just knew it. my mother had a lovely dress on, either black or dark red, also with amazing bead work all over. only her's wasn't low cut at the bodice, but up to her neck, as an older woman would wear. when i looked at her, i felt no bond at all. i knew she was my mother, but i felt no connection to her. she sends for the hand maid. when the handmaid enters and i see her, i immediately felt a loving bond with her. i knew then that she was the one who tended me and took care of me since birth. her face was round and sweet, yet tired looking as well. she wore a plain dress of grey or light brown, with a white apron of sorts. she wore a white servants cap that turned up at the jaw line. she brings in a huge thick white quilt and they help raise my dress so i could sit on the quilt. this makes tells me that we were of higher standing, seeing as they monitored bodily functions, such as a period. they would come, periodically, to change the quilt and replace with a new one. after i was settled in, my mother left out the door we entered from and the maid left out of the other(servants) door across the room. as i sat there, i pull out some leather string and a peice of carnelian to make a necklace to ease the pain.(in real life, i hadn't yet learned that carnelian can help ease cramps). this felt as a normal thing in our home. not unusual at all or lowly thought of either. stonework was normal with us. i wrap the stone in a way to be sturdy and not fall out. as i put it over my head, i wake up...........with cramps. i know this to be past life. stone work is in my soul. i was compelled to try to wrap a stone in the same manner and i did! it was just like the dream. a talent i've carried for lifetimes. i've been working with them ever since.