Robert Moss, the dream shaman, says if we are having trouble interpreting or even remembering a dream, he proposes going out for a walk to gather signs that illuminate a previously held confusion. He calls the signs Sidewalk Oracles.
When I think back over my life, I think of my father who exhibited the most unconditional love towards me as I was growing up. He was cheerful, gentle as in the a epitome of a true gentleman.
My dad often appears in the form of a crow. Lately on our daily walks together, Pearl and mine, we encounter crows, some who come close enough for a momentary gaze into our eyes. On the eve of my father’s death anniversary, he appeared with brother Delaney, as if on a cloud. My only thought was, oh so now they are traveling together.
The Sidewalk Oracle is a tool for applied daily introspection. These days of CV19 solitary existence opens the channels to daily frequent periods of introspection. Back in the days of busyness, introspection was not a factor in the way most of us lived our lives, because we forgot how to slow down, how to be in a quiet world who’s main habit was speed.
Now we can choose to be radically happy, radically generous and radically Loving Inwardly, introspectively, no matter what is happening outside in the world. Today I learned the US bombed Syrian facilities used by Iranian backed militias that have been bombing US troops in a Iraq. I thought we were withdrawing troops from Iraq in the Middle East. Bombing Syria is a great disappointment to the optimism I previously held towards the Biden administration. The military industrial complex lives on. This is not good news, and bodes poorly for the future of world peace.
I take to my meditation cushion. We walk out into the world, to find our Sidewalk Oracle. It is there if I remember to look for it. The crows will show us how. Om