An Inner Room

Carol Anthony
Carol Anthony

When things go haywire, whether in daily life or in a dream, it’s usually because, on some level, there is resistance to what is unfolding. That resistance could come from us, or from others involved, but if that resistance is a denial of the flow that’s already in progress, resistance is futile. And so it is with us and the universe. We cannot change the universe to our way of seeing things, we have to let go to the way of the universe. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

Jeane: In the last image that came, I’m in a house. And again, both the house and the hospital feel like they’re all on one level, except in this case, there is an inner room, where my mother is.

In this dream that came in this morning, it was like there’s an inner room where I feel like my mother is still in bed, and I’ve been in to see her. And I come out to the kitchen, and my niece has been there.

And I’d heard popcorn popping earlier. I go out to the kitchen and my niece has taken something like a turkey platter, and has put it right on top of a gas burner, and just put popcorn in it. And the popcorn is popping and flying all over the place, and some of it’s even burning because she’s walked away now to go into the inner room to talk to my mother.

And I’m just, again, kind of exasperated, because how could someone do that, not just to let something pop all over the place, but then to even walk away so that it’s starting to burn? Because I go over and turn off the burner.

John: So, in this case, the popcorn is like your synapses, you know, it pops and fires off and goes every which way. And it requires a certain kind of focus or attention to try to hold it into it being within a container, as it’s meant to be.

What the dream is doing is it’s beating up on you over the fact that there’s something that you could or should be holding onto. Maintaining, in other words, in terms of a process of unfolding within.

And instead, what is happening, it’s almost as if it’s like losing the thread or something, because there’s something of a deep, deep innerness, where you can go and that’s where your mother is at. And then there is something, in which the energetics are just all over the place.

Almost, it’s like one is just living and functioning off of the unconscious, as centers that just control one. Kind of like, the idea that one is controlled by the archetypes, instead of having an attention inside that one holds onto and merges into. Instead, the archetypes have their way. And yet at the same time, you have an ability to go inside, go into an inner room, but you’re not pulling the two together.

And so, as a result, you know, for appearance purposes, it’s dizzy. It’s dazed. The popcorn is flying all over the place. There’s just no responsible continuity. And how do you blame? In other words, if you were to turn to your niece, so to speak, the part of you that’s your niece, and you were to point all of that out to her, in her defense, in her making her defense, she would say, “well yes, but I had to go to the mother. I had to go to that deeper, inner room.” Perfectly rational explanation in her opinion, and thus in the outer, things are just left askew.

So, the dream is showing that when you don’t have this inner connection and you don’t have this part of yourself that is maintaining some semblance towards the inner, when you are just juggling left or right and you’re not pulling it together. In other words, the first dream indicated that you were missing out on that completely because you didn’t have a breakthrough. Neither of those reflections pointed out something. Usually, they almost always—this is kind of an unusual dream—in that they almost always points to some aspect of a depth opening up inside. But your primary two images were both haywire. And then the idea of stripping, getting stripped out, to a letting go, an emptiness, which is at least thrown in there.

But then the dream you had just right now, takes this whole thing and moves it forward, you know, almost as if the grace has been pulled out of it so that you don’t have any inkling of common sense. And you find yourself completely at this huge, huge gap between the inner and the outer. Because on the outer, you’re just firing off. You’re just popping popcorn every which way. There’s just no semblance. No sanity. You know, things were just synaptically going every which way.

And on the inner, there’s a deep depth, but the two aren’t in any kind of language with each other. And as a consequence, there’s no inner going into outer. In other words, these two need to come together and be a bit as one. There’s no inner and outer there.

What needs to happen is everybody needs to crack. They need to let go. And the dream last night that you had was a prime example of its literally not taking place in that dream. And as a consequence, how that then gets applied is shown in your second dream, in which there’s the part of yourself that—it’s animated by things—then just pops off all over the place and it does not tie in. It’s not linking in. It hasn’t got a proper listening center to the other part of you that goes into another depth inside of yourself.

And so, if you were to take and pull the two of them together, as if they could talk to each other, the part that’s popping all over the place could probably say, “well what do you expect, you know, I had to go into the deep inner room.” And the part that went into the deep inner room would say, “well, what do you expect? That out there is what it is. It’s, you know, it’s different.” And yet it can’t be. It’s got to come together.

It’s a very straining and peculiar thing that doesn’t seem to cause you grief; it causes me grief. Actually, grief meaning a type of huge sadness. But of course I dream about it in a slightly different way.

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