The Alchemical Mirrors
Last night I had difficulty falling asleep, but when I did drop off I dreamt all about mirrors, gorgeous, rapturous dreams that went on forever. They were beautiful, gorgeous mirrors that took your breath away when you gazed into them, framed with wood or metal, ornately carved in a classical style. The mirrors were rectangular in shape, and large enough to reflect an image from the waist up. Each mirror was framed with a different colour or material: some were gold, silver or another metal, some were laquered red, blue or green wood. It wasn't so much that you saw your reflection, but that you saw beyond them. Yet the seeing wasn't so much with the eyes, as with the emotions and senses. A woman's voice said, "We know all about mirrors. We have learned much from them".
Then I woke into a trance that may have lasted perhaps an hour. As I lay still in the night, I could continue to call forth more of these beautiful mirrors. But first I said, "But I don't know about these mirrors, tell me about them". And the woman said, "These are the mirrors with which the soul takes on form. Gaze into whatever mirror you want, be whatever you want to be". And I realized I was in unitive consciousness, gazing down into the life of the ego.
As I looked in any particular mirror, I was a different person. But each shift in consciousness was exhileratingly beautiful, each one perfect in its own way, wondrous and sacred. I asked for several different mirrors, I wanted to learn all I could about them. It is hard to remember what they were, and I seemed to stay with each one quite a long time - but time itself seemed very uncertainly defined. I remember mirrors framed in Red, Green and Blue, each one so delightful, and I think they may have referred to the chakras - Root, Heart and Throat. I asked to see the Beloveds, and Eirian was framed in Gold, Sophie in Silver. And perhaps most special of all, a mirror framed in laquered White - I don't know what it meant, but it engaged my rapturous attention the longest of all. Also there was one in high gloss black, equally wonderful, but I didn't stay quite so long. And too, there was one in gentle grey, that was my mother.
I asked for a specific solution to a problem in a relationship. I was shown a purple mirror, full of insight and compassion, royalty and grace. I asked, "What is change?" and was shown a mirror without a frame. This was a mirror you could easily pass through, like Death. I asked about my voice lessons, and five gorgeous mirrors appeared, striped with various rainbow colours. And here was the Fool, glowing with a full rainbow frame.
At some point I fell asleep again, and continued to dream of mirrors. Then in the morning when I woke I realized that the mirrors themselves had backdrop colours, and the purple mirror was hanging over a field of perfect black. I took almost an hour to fully wake, but on the way I learned that these were mirrors of transformation, alchemical mirrors that each had a lesson.
I am not going to limit these dreams with an analysis at this point, but I will share something quite wonderful that happened during the day of the last union, in the afternoon before the encounter. This seems to tie in quite closely with this night of mirrors, and gives them some context:
Yesterday I caught sight of an image reflected in a window. It was the face of a strange man, beautiful, gentle, warm and deep, a man I would like to meet. And then I recognized that the stranger was me.