I met God.
"What," he said, "you already?"
"What," I said, "you still?"
~~~Laura Riding, Collected Poems, 1938~~~
Dream: The Second Level God
A huge giant is chasing me and two others. We run into the forest to escape him,
then climb a mountain. Toward the top of the mountain is a ranger station. At
the door the ranger bids us, "Come in."
As the giant threatens to come ever nearer, a flash of light goes off,
temporarily blinding him. He stumbles back. One of the others with me says,
"He (the ranger) has set up square reflecting plates to scare the giant
The ranger replies, "HE?" She takes off her mask, smiling, to
reveal a blonde-haired woman. The ranger explains that she is a "second
level god" and has come back to earth to help others (to the god level).
She leads us out the door and down the path, around the mountain. On the other
side of the mountain we see a large valley. The ranger says, "Just a
moment," requesting the three of us to wait here.
Then I suddenly co-exist with the ranger. She/I spreads her/my arms and leans
over, allowing the air to buoy her/me up. One of "us" exclaims,
"She's flying!" She/I smiles and flies toward the top of the mountain
as a vantage point from which to watch the giant.
"The Journey (of women becoming) is itself participation in
Paradise." ~~~Mary Daly, Gyn/Ecology: The Metaethics of Radical Feminism,
Dream: Goddess on a Pedestal
I'm inside a small chapel with a pointed, arched roof. There are no people
around and I want to get out of this scene to be with others. Spotting a hole in
the wall, I go through it.
On the other side, I am disappointed to find only a long corridor. Briefly, I
see a woman in a head shawl walking toward me. Because she reminds me of a
Madonna, I think of "gods" and "goddesses."
I go back into the chapel and walk up on to a pedestal shaped like a diving
board. I want to feel what it would be like to be a "goddess." I stand
at the end of the diving board for a short while. It seems rather lonely with no
one else in the chapel.
Then I sit down and begin to read something that looks like a picture-book
Bible, which features a geographical map of the United States. I seem to be
listening to a record as I read along. I can hear a male narrator saying,
"...and God made America...and swimming pools."
"Swimming pools?!" The thought is so absurd it makes me laugh out
loud. Amused, I think, well, yes, "He" did make swimming pools
indirectly, through us human beings.
"The unfolding of God...involves the creation of new space, in which
women are free to become who we are, in which there are real and significant
alternatives to the prefabricated identities provided within the enclosed spaces
of patriarchal institutions." ~~~Mary Daly, Gyn/Ecology~~~
Dream: I'm the Levitating Third God, Tabor I'm high atop an enclosed platform on
stilts (like a fire lookout station). I am dressed in a heavy robe and long grey
hair, mustache and beard to look like a patriarch. Surrounded by a group of
swarthy men in grey suits, I step outside to the edge of an attached platform
made up of wooden slats, with spaces between. When I look down, I see that my
feet are right at the edge, and there's no railing.
A crowd of men standing below roars at my appearance. My robe is lined with
shaggy white fir that wraps around at the edges, but otherwise is burgundy in
color. Because of the reddish color, the crowd recognizes me as the "third
god." "Tabor! Tabor!" they chant.
As if on a PA system, a male voice begins speaking in Arabic, and I mouth the
speech, pretending it's me doing the talking. Extending my right arm I wave it
back and forth over the crowd, down and right as a blessing, and left and right
to tell the men to sit down. Most of those in the front do sit down. I do one
more full sweep so those in back get the message, too.
Telepathically, I overhear one of my entourage think a word in English which
is a translation of what I've been parroting. The word is
"insurrection." I suddenly know the purpose of this speech is to
incite the crowd of men to riot. With than realization, I stop, turn around and
go inside. Pretending to be a god is fun, but I refuse to be the cause of an
Inside, there are no men in view, but because the front is open to the crowd,
and there's an open doorway on the left, I scrunch into a corner as I change out
of my clothes. Will the people figure it out? I wonder. I turn the robe
inside-out so only the lining shows and place it into a large straw purse to
sling over my shoulder. This way I'll appear as a poor peasant girl, part of the
entourage. The people won't suspect me because I'm female. I also take the white
makeup off my face. Then the scenario repeats with a new variation. This time I
levitate off the platform, still standing atop the wooden porch which is as
large as a doormat. Gliding overhead, I wow the crowd. The scenario repeats yet
a third time. From the edge, I levitate to where a young boy is seated on the
peak of a single-story house, watching. I extend my hand. He's scared but
finally takes my hand and steps onto the wooden mat with me. We take off flying
above the crowd.