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Giving birth to new possibilities

This message is for anyone with a dream. I like to begin with a call to action because it helps me state my intention, giving my words a clear sense of direction. My call out shapes my message. It speaks to you, dear reader with a dream.

During my trip through Brazil I took two weeks off social media. I wanted to spend some deep time connecting with my self, my woman and my dreams at a deeper level. Social media has been one of my most soul-sucking habits, and this trip felt like the perfect opportunity to lay it to bed for a while.

Nothing quite siphons my life-force more than the sparkly Metaverse we are slowly merging consciousness with. It seeps into my being like a sticky mould that won’t wash off.

How are we going to expand our intuitive and somatic capacity if we are constantly being swirled around in the tornado of the digital age?

With boundaries. And digital detoxes are the perfect way to see what comes online when we log off. We are drowning in information yet still thirsty for wisdom.

The digital realm is like the ocean. You look around and all you see is water, but it’s salt water. Your mouth is drier than an Afghan flip flop but the more you drink, the faster you die of dehydration.

Big Media, Big Tech and Big Food are in a race to get to the bottom of your brain stem. And they are getting better and better at hijacking your spirit like a kidnapper snatching an errand child.

Unless digital hygiene is consciously and consistently practiced, it will roll us all.

My detox was a way to reclaim my most precious resource: my presence. I wanted to channel that spirit into strengthening my relationships. Not just my relationships in the waking hours, but my relationships in the twilight too.

My aim was to see how deeply I could travel into the dreamtime. We spend a third of our lives in this realm. How do we know so little about!? Seriously.

While I was away I recorded a dream that had been stalking me for the first couple of weeks. The dreams were vague and unsettling, yet they all carried the same signature frequency in my somatic experience, that of birthing something.

I’ll share a snippet with you shortly, but before I do, excuse the undertones of melodrama in the monologue - it’s genuinely me fucking with myself for a laugh.

I didn’t think at the time of recording I’ll be sending it out to thousands of people but hey, here I am preaching deeper connections, and I don’t think it gets deeper then that! You can find the recording in the audio version from 2.55 onwards.

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The string of dreams I had were loosely tied together by a subtle feeling, a vague knowing. As my old ket dealer would say, not super psychedelic. More of a body high.

Looking back, I realised going from a creative sprint to a complete standstill took my body a while to adjust. I had been going full send in the lead up to my trip and when there was no outlet to channel my artistic expression, my body needed time to recalibrate.

Every night my mind churned with writing ideas, new directions for my Substack, future event concepts and plans for SOUL CAMP at the end of the year. The creative energy that had fuelled me leading up to the trip didn’t just vanish.

Instead, it lingered, waiting to be channeled into something meaningful.

The archetypal realm from which dreams originate is a living body in and of itself. And this body does not speak English. It speaks in the language of symbolism, synchronicity and dreams.

Before anything manifests on the material plane, it exists first in the imaginal realm, waiting for a willing vessel to bring it into existence.

What if your dreams are the dreams of the earth, flowing through you? A vision trying to emerge through your animal body.

Join me here if you would like a deeper dive in to dreams

Living the dream

Blue screens, red pings, medication and poor diet all effect our ability to have a dream - both literally and metaphorically. Everyone dreams, up to ten times a night and there are many types but the first I want to focus on are prophetic dreams.

The types of dreams that give us insight into future situations. The ones that manifest into our reality, sometimes many years later and we wonder, how did I envision this so many years ago?

In his book Dream Tending, Stephen Aisenztat challenges the cultural disposition towards dreams. Through the lens of Empire; we either look at dreams as something you interpret and analyse for personal gain, or dismiss as inefficient and unnecessary. Aisenztat offers a different perspective:

“I believe that the DNA of our individual and planetary evolution is coded in the images of dreams. Combine this conviction with the idea that dream images not only live within us, they also exist all around us.

Our dreams can reveal our highest aspiration, our most secret wish, as well as our hunger for something more. Dreams are the original “altered reality” that are not just phantoms in the night but have meaning originating in both the psyche of nature and the psyches of persons.”

For me, dreaming is a way to peak through the veil and catch a glimpse of alternative ways of being, knowing, connecting, and sensing. I’ve had prophetic dreams my whole life. Things that I have dreamt and imagined have come to life in real time.

Even though most dreams I’ve had in my life are completely indecipherable, I can’t deny there have been ones that have manifested into my reality. And yet, sharing this online and publicly brings up resistance and hesitation in me. It wasn’t always like this.

There was a time when premonitions, visions, and prophetic dreams were seamlessly woven into many cultural fabrics. There was no fear of rejection or need to prove oneself; it was simply how things were. When we step outside modern industrialised capitalist society and look across various traditions, we see some clear patterns.

In almost every single culture other than our own it was common to have dream experiences that come to pass, common to have premonitions that translate in to the day-to-day, common to be in dialogue with the animate & unseen forces that live among us.

There was no virtual reality - just reality. While we often dismiss dreams as meaningless and random, I would argue people who lived more natural lives away from the dizzying distractions of the digital age were likely better equipped to understand these experiences.

It wasn't until the church asserted itself as the mediator between people and the divine that things changed. Those who held beliefs outside of biblical doctrine were persecuted - heretics and blasphemers were demonised for challenging the church’s authority, and countless witches were burned at the stake.

Bro, if witches don’t exist, why would you burn them at the stake?

Prophetic moments don’t have to be wild Nostradamus-esque visions of the French Revolution and the Twin Towers.

It can just be as simple as thinking of the person just before they ring you.

Having a vision - and reliving that EXACT moment a few years later.

A moment of inexplicable synchronicity.

What does this tell us about the nature of time as we know it?

Dreams offer glimpses of futures that could be. They are a portal into the deep wisdom that resides within and beyond us, in our intuitive intelligence and in the intelligence of the other-than-human world.

If dreaming is an invitation to critically assess and shift the cultural structures that govern our reality, is it any wonder that exploitative and oppressive systems condition us to stifle and dismiss dreams? To call one a dreamer is to discard them as deluded.

These systems thrive on conformity and control, discouraging the kind of radical imagination that dreaming invites. In a world that needs transformation, Dreaming Big is an act of rebellion - one that challenges us to see beyond what is, and step into what could be. Which takes us right back to where we started.

The digital detox

The second kind of dream I want to explore are what Aisenztat refers to as counterfeit dreams. These are the ones that are implanted through media & culture, programmed into us through inorganic symbols and imagery.

And just like our dreams in the twilight, our dreams in our waking day can be held hostage by that next counterfeit hit of reality.

What world are we wrapping ourselves up in if we are spending more time in an artificially constructed reality than the pulsing animate world that is all around us?

When we replace the stars for the screen, the tree for the chair and friendships for the phone how does our humanity warp from our natural state?

When our biology, intuition and senses are filtered through the reality distortion fields of the Empire how does this effect our ability to be?

I’m genuinely curious.

Tap the fuck out of the city for just a few days you will see for yourself exactly what I mean. First Nation mobs call this “Three Days Deep” - meaning that it takes “whitefella” three days to connect back to their true nature.

Think of yourself on a camping trip or at the final day of the festival. Notice how the grip you have on your story starts to shift? Hell, just take a short walk through the forest and you’ll feel your organic faculties come online as the world expands to hold more than what your small self believes it can.

Faculties of love, courage, honesty, compassion. These are the qualities of our Central Self. Our purpose is intrinsically linked to this voice, the voice of our Soul. For some of us the soul is a small ember. For others, its a Supernova star.

We all have a destiny within us, just as an acorn has the potential to become an oak tree - but this can only happen if the conditions are right.

How magical is it that there is a version of you, trying to give birth to itself, through you? An evolutionary impulse that is always inviting you, as well as every living being, to become more of itself.

What exactly does that look like for you? Well, that’s a need-to-know basis.

And I don’t know.

But what I do know is this dear dreamer: you're still playing small.

For whatever reason, deep down, you know it's time to take the next step.

For some, that step may feel like a leap of faith.

For others, it might be a plunge into the infinite unknown.

And then there is a third group - a quiet minority.

You know exactly what to do.

You, my friends, are blessed with a vision, but have been cursed by your animal body. No matter what you try, you find yourself stuck in cycles of burnout, procrastination, and despair, always ending up right back where you started.

How can you be running so hard and going nowhere at all? AT THE SAME TIME!? Because the body remembers what the mind forgets. And until we can get back home in to our bodies and take action from this place, our dreams will remain counterfeit.

When we step away from soul-sucking distractions and give ourselves space, we reconnect with our dreams - not just the ones we have while we sleep, but the dreams that drive us in our waking life.

At the beginning, I mentioned that this piece is for anyone with a dream. And I stand with you now at this juncture - because it’s for me too.

This piece is a declaration to let go of the counterfeit stories that are keeping me small and to align with destiny.

To live so deeply in alignment, that my dreams chase ME.