That explains a lot...
Sep. 10th, 2003 11:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxI was going through my LJ archive, and found the very first entry from July 2001--and then I found the second one. I'm still fascinated by the theories behind this. Thought I'd remind myself and share it:
(July 30, 2001) 11:02 pm - Weird dreams. Then again, they all are.
My friend and I were having a conversation about what the terms good and evil really mean. Maybe they're two sides of the same coin. Being pagan, I'm open to everything. But I did have this to reply in my email to her:
Nothing is totally good. I see it as the yin-yang symbol. The white still has that dot of black.
I had a dream where a friend of Adam's--a Druid--was teaching me what he knew about light magic and dark magic. He told me that I was "basically completely white, pure--I couldn't be black even if I tried." I argued that I had to have some black because there always had to be balance. No one could be an extreme in magic. Adam is gray, the perfect blend of black and white; I've always seen that in him. And everyone always told me I was pure white. So I tried to defy the guy and call up some black.
(Now, in the dream, the concept was that white was a force of healing but also chaos, and black was a force of disturbance (don't want to say desctruction) but also order. As an empathic healer, I used white to help heal emotions and maintain a sense of personal peace for other people. But I had to be careful, because if white got out of my control, it could burn the people I was healing. Someone who was black would be someone you'd go to when you wanted to destroy something--a disease or infection. Black put things back in order by wiping out the invading stuff. But if not controlled, it could wipe out the helpful stuff.)
Back to the dream: I called up white from my own reserves just to show that I had it. And I had a lot of it. (In reality, I can't touch hematite, because for psychics, hematite absorbs energy and sends it back out stronger--like it recorded your own energy and hit you back with it.) Then he asked me to call black, since I was so insistent. So I tried. But I had to wind up gathering energy from my surroundings--the environment, other people. Wind started blowing, the table started rattling; it got interesting. When I opened my eyes, the guy took my face in his hands and told me, "See, Little One, you are pure. You can use black, but it's not your nature. You don't have it in you to go out and deliberately harm someone or something. You want to help, to heal. But you don't need black to prove that you can cause harm. White can burn as much as heal. There is such a thing as being too helpful. Sometimes it can turn against you."
Something else happened, but my alarm went off and I woke up. But I actually wrote this dream down, it was so fascinating.
Suffice to say, this is great material for the nexy chapter in the novel--oops, I forgot to mention I'm writing a paranormal science fiction novel. Night!
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Tangerine Dream, "Melrose"
(July 30, 2001) 11:02 pm - Weird dreams. Then again, they all are.
My friend and I were having a conversation about what the terms good and evil really mean. Maybe they're two sides of the same coin. Being pagan, I'm open to everything. But I did have this to reply in my email to her:
Nothing is totally good. I see it as the yin-yang symbol. The white still has that dot of black.
I had a dream where a friend of Adam's--a Druid--was teaching me what he knew about light magic and dark magic. He told me that I was "basically completely white, pure--I couldn't be black even if I tried." I argued that I had to have some black because there always had to be balance. No one could be an extreme in magic. Adam is gray, the perfect blend of black and white; I've always seen that in him. And everyone always told me I was pure white. So I tried to defy the guy and call up some black.
(Now, in the dream, the concept was that white was a force of healing but also chaos, and black was a force of disturbance (don't want to say desctruction) but also order. As an empathic healer, I used white to help heal emotions and maintain a sense of personal peace for other people. But I had to be careful, because if white got out of my control, it could burn the people I was healing. Someone who was black would be someone you'd go to when you wanted to destroy something--a disease or infection. Black put things back in order by wiping out the invading stuff. But if not controlled, it could wipe out the helpful stuff.)
Back to the dream: I called up white from my own reserves just to show that I had it. And I had a lot of it. (In reality, I can't touch hematite, because for psychics, hematite absorbs energy and sends it back out stronger--like it recorded your own energy and hit you back with it.) Then he asked me to call black, since I was so insistent. So I tried. But I had to wind up gathering energy from my surroundings--the environment, other people. Wind started blowing, the table started rattling; it got interesting. When I opened my eyes, the guy took my face in his hands and told me, "See, Little One, you are pure. You can use black, but it's not your nature. You don't have it in you to go out and deliberately harm someone or something. You want to help, to heal. But you don't need black to prove that you can cause harm. White can burn as much as heal. There is such a thing as being too helpful. Sometimes it can turn against you."
Something else happened, but my alarm went off and I woke up. But I actually wrote this dream down, it was so fascinating.
Suffice to say, this is great material for the nexy chapter in the novel--oops, I forgot to mention I'm writing a paranormal science fiction novel. Night!
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Tangerine Dream, "Melrose"