I stand in my kitchen with my youngest son; we are surprised and intrigued by the sound we hear outside. It sounds as if snow is shifting on the roof of our house and about to fall on the ground. The sky darkens and now we can see why: spiders are falling down in their millions from rooftops and trees! They are all the same size, all the same colour and all equally fat, juicy and healthy.

We are not afraid. We delight in this wondrous abundance of nature. I try to close the kitchen door, but the soft bodies of the spiders, lying between the door and the threshold are preventing me from closing it. I wake up just when I decide to give the door a hard push.

The day before, I had a fabulous healing at the Goddess Hall in Glastonbury. I felt nurtured and taken care of and when the two healers asked me to name a deity I would like to have mentioned in their opening prayer besides the Lady of Avalon, my answer came quick; I like Great Mother.

That same night I had the dream about the spiders described at the beginning of this article. In between the scenes of endless amounts of spiders everywhere, I cooked meals  and set tables, and I was nurturing family and friends. My spirit guide walked towards me on a road in The Netherlands I know very well and asked me how I was doing, and I met many colleagues of a solicitors office where I once worked. And a next dream-scene would be again about tumbling spiders.

A few days ago I removed a big, big spider from my bedroom, while talking to her I caught her in a glass and placed her in the garden. The following day I saw a nest of spider eggs hatching simultaneously and I watched the little cute yellow/green baby spiders go wild on a sun-warmed door post. Spiders had entered my day-to-day life and now I experienced them too in my night life.

Upon waking up I grabbed Jamie Sams’s and David Carsons’s Medicine Cards – I’d just refound that book, after having mislaid it for about a month – and there I read that Spider coming up in a reading, and I like to see my dreams like that, a personal reading from my unconscious self, means that Creation finds delight in you and your plans.

Brenda Mallon’s Dream Bible  talks about how Spider is the archetype of the Great Mother, the weaver of destiny. Spiders often appear in dreams when the threads of  lives need to be renewed or relocated. Of course these books also mention the reverse meaning or a ‘negative’ meaning of the archetype of the spider, but since I felt not afraid in my dream, there was no negativity for me in that symbolism.

I watched the news at 7.30am and I told husband Sig about my outrageous dream, while keeping an eye on the screen. We both burst out laughing when we became aware of the next news item. An image of Maman, Mother, Spider Mother was shown because the creator of this fabulous sculpture, Louise Bourgeois, had just died at the age of 98. Of course it is awful when such a gifted artist passes over, but the synchronicity of the moment was unique.

This dream had a very special meaning for me in that I feel nurtured and taken care of by Great Mother, Maman. What ever happens in my life, what ever hoops I have to go through or put myself through willingly, I will be supported by the image of gazillions of spiders representing the hologram of the feminine divine.

Love,

Karin Schluter Lonegren.
karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk
www.sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk/psychic

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Last month, I did not feel well. A recurring complaint (will not bore you with details) was bothering me and I spoke about it with my sister who lives in Suriname on Skype. She has been urging me for some months now to perform a water healing ceremony and since I am a lazy Taurean woman I just could not get myself to gathering the materials needed and on top of that to take some time out for myself.

My sister moved to the former Dutch colony on the northern coast of South America some years ago to study Winti, the indigenous spiritual belief system she came in contact with through her Surinamese friends in Amsterdam. When I visited her in her newly adopted country I also met her spiritual teacher: Aun’Marie – Tan’Marie for Dutch readers – a formidable woman who directed ceremonies, taught and kept an eye on the pervading energies all in one go.

So when my sister and I were talking with each other through Skype and I complained about my circumstances, she said it would be necessary for me to get into this ceremonial bathing stuff now. She gave me the extensive recipe for a herbal bath (we tailored it to Western-European flora) and the just as extensive list of do’s and dont’s before, during and after the healing.

In haste I wrote down her instructions and then catapulted myself from my house – once a Taurean woman get’s going, there is no stopping to her -  and ran down the High Street into Benedict Street to go to an old-fashioned shop to buy some old-fashioned household materials I had to add in small amounts to the bathing water. Those particular items were not sold anymore as they could be hazardous to the health of people and pets, so I ran the High Street up again to the health food store and bought everything in politically correct form: organic, non-chemical, recyclable packaging plus the herbs, dried and fresh. With arms full of materials, greenery and a second-hand baby bath I went home.

I locked myself in my bathroom and wrote with chalk on the sides of the small tub the concerns I had about my body. While adding the herbs, spices and the Ecover cleaning materials I talked to the ailment itself and how I really, really, really thought it was time for it to go away. Actually, I used much stronger words but they would shatter my image as a well-brought up person if I would write them down here. (By the way, I do not care much about my image, let it be shattered! But I do believe in kindness towards my readers. Those words would not fit that model.) I kept a cloth ready for standing on while I poured the herbal concoction over my body, all the time talking to the ailment, the herbs and the water.

When that part of the healing ceremony was over I wrapped myself in towels, stepped out of the bathroom, never to look back at what was left there. My husband Sig had to remove the cloth, not allow it to touch his body in any way, and throw it away and also disperse the water. I had to go to bed for an hour and be calm and meditate. Which I did. In fact I hadn’t felt that at ease in a long time. When my quiet hour was gone I brushed my body because the dried up herbs were still there. A shower was not due before the next morning.

The result of this ceremonial bathing was that I felt whole and healthy and full of flowing energy. Through the blessing of the Internet, water and plants, prayer and intent, fabric whitener and some essential oils, my energy had shifted and I felt different, better. And when my system felt positivity returning through this holistic ceremony, the healing journey had begun.

Love,

Karin Schluter Lonegren

karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk
www.sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk/psychic

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