Dream Seed Enchanteur
The Villa of Dreams is sometimes visited by Dream Seed Enchanteur from the Mouseion…
(copyright Heather Blakey 2007.)
In Defence of Dreams
What, if any, is the connection between the Book of Dreams and the Book of Life? Are hopes and aspirations real in the sense that they are like energy waves that can travel along some metaphysical pathway from my mind (or is it my heart that they come from?) to be felt at some unknown level in the universe and there to be transformed into new energy which finds its way back home along the previously travelled path? Is this what the metaphor ‘bringing the soul back home’ means? Is it really that the journey out and the journey back are roads going nowhere, just spiralling staircases that sometimes I climb up or slip down? Is this all there is to it? Is this it?
But I want my dreams. And I want to write them down in the Book of Dreams. So it is that I announce loudly like the crier standing in the middle of the city square, that I choose to believe that what I dream of shapes the road I walk on. It is my dream that plants this tree here and that flower there. My dreams don‘t make them grow, they have no power over life and death. These are forces that have the power to destroy my dreams and make me question their validity. But still it remains that it is my desire to dream them into existence that might drop the seed in that exact place. After that I must needs wait and see if there will be anything to be seen.
And what is my dream? I want to be good, pure of heart, and strong and courageous enough to have faith and hope that my dreams will come true, even if it seems as if the whole world conspires to make it not so. I don’t know if there is a God or Goddess, but I hope that God knows I’m good.
Book of Dreams
At the Villa of Dreams there is a book of dreams that you can record your hopes and dreams in. Be assured that writing in this book can be transformational so be careful what you ask for.
Exploring - Villa of Dreams
On the first day of arriving, Imogen Crest came across a place off the main piazza called mysteriously “Villa of Dreams”. To her surprise, nobody lived there, but many roamed around in different rooms of their own making. The Villa changed colours with the thoughts of the people, and became whatever they chose it to be. It was so mysterious and enchanting, she decided to send a postcard back to the Lemurian Hermitage, to show what she had found in the magical city of Cyberia.
(copyright Imogen Crest 2006.)
