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The Majestic Southwest: A Place for Dreams

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The Majestic Southwest: A Place for Dreams
Donald B. Carroll



Mesa_VerdeMany know of the fascinating readings of Edgar Cayce that speak of the American Southwest’s cliff dwellers. The readings called this area the land of “Og” and located it on the Colorado plateau, exactly where you will find such places as Bandelier, Chaco Canyon, and Mesa Verde. The readings also describe the injection and influence on this ancient ancestral Puebloan civilization (formerly called the Anasazi) from several different areas. Such influences came from immigrants escaping the sinking of Lemuria and Poseidia (Atlantis), the Lost Tribes and even “Og” sending representatives to an ancient world council to discuss the threat of huge animals still roaming the earth. The readings even speak of connections with cultures in the Yucatan, which archeologists have recently confirmed with evidence found at Chaco Canyon. I personally enjoy the reading below (1144-2) that tells of connections of the cliff dwellers, through Poseidia, to immigrants into the area of the Pyrenees. Interestingly, some 25,000 years ago, in that portion of Europe, there existed a people called the Solutrean Culture, identified by their unique arrowheads. The arrowheads, which have been found up and down the East Coast of the United States, are similar to the Solutrean arrowheads, causing some to speculate that those European immigrants are the same peoples.


Besides the historical information given in the readings, there is another aspect to these readings that is just as important and something that was personally experienced in New Mexico by Edgar Cayce himself! This is an area of the world that one may experience or re-experience in dreams and visions. Some examples from the readings:


In the one before this we find in that land known as the land of Og, now known as that of the American plateaus, or in north portion of now New Mexico, and such…

 

Q. Will the entity be able to use the knowledge she obtained in New Mexico, and how will she be able to recall this knowledge?

 

A. In dream! (993-2)

 

Hence the entity was among the daughters of the Law of One, being a priestess of the temple in the Poseidian land; among those that went to the Egyptian land with those peoples for the establishing of the associations; also visiting those that established themselves in now the Pyrenees—or the eastern portion of the continental Europe, and those that established themselves in what is now known as a portion of America—in Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and those portions of the land.

 

Hence all of these lands have their influence in the experience of the entity, and there may be—through those periods of the deeper meditation, the periods of thought—the periods when the entity may through the mystic forces, in which there is the innate interest in the present, become more and more aware of the motivative forces of the Law of One, or of the Creative Force and its relationships to the souls of men and women in their experience through the earthly sojourn. (1144-2)

 

…in that portion of the land now known as Utah and New Mexico. Would the entity vision much of that portion of those lands lying in the southern portions of that land, and those of the Arizona and New Mexico lands, much as a dream would come to the entity. (358-3)


Now let me share Edgar’s experience of a dream/vision and manifestation when he spent about a month in these same areas.


dreaming-mindQ. Please elucidate upon the experience I had last month in New Mexico when seeing and talking with my mother, in which she materialized a silver dollar.

 

A. As has been given, either by vision, by prayer, by Urim, by Thummin, by dream, or in the material things, may the vision of those that are in the heart and mind of individuals given through the powers of those in the spirit plane to enter into association, communication, or activity with those that they seek to guide.

 

Here we find for the first, that has long been sought between mother and son, that of communication concerning those things that deal with the mysteries of life and of those things that may bring to bear in the experiences of all, and how that there may be used those things of materiality for the representing of the spiritual. (294-174)


What an incredible experience—an experience whose generation seemed to be assisted by this majestic, magical, and mystical area of the American Southwest.


The A.R.E. Travel Program tours this area every few years—including a trip to New Mexico and Mesa Verde in the fall of 2015 (see EdgarCayce.org/tours for details). I hope you can join me so that we may share and dream together.



don_carrollDon Carroll spent his career working in Fire & Rescue, as a district chief, academy instructor, and paramedic. During those 30 years, he raised a family and pursued the meaning of life through extended study into the Cayce readings and other spiritual, scientific, and philosophical materials. Today, Carroll is a regular speaker and writer of metaphysical topics from the Cayce perspective. He spent 10 years researching and writing his latest work, Sacred Geometry and Spiritual Symbolism: The Blueprint for Creation. Carroll is also an international tour leader for A.R.E., visiting sites of a spiritual nature across the globe. His website is DonaldBCarroll.com.

An Easy Passage by June Bro

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An Easy Passage
June Bro


easy passage You and I have taken this journey before. We know all the traffic signals, all the landmarks. Once we set out on this path, we begin to remember each step. We see lighted passageways and familiar faces. We know that we have done this before. Departing on this trip should be like any other important leave-taking. It should be a comfortable, even a peaceful takeoff. And yet, facing death brings up many fears. Is this truly the end, or a new beginning? Is there a hell and is that where I’m headed? What about all the mistakes I’ve made? Can they be forgiven? Will I see anyone familiar or will I be all alone?


According to Edgar Cayce we don’t die at all: we just leave one lifetime with its gains and losses and move to another realm to prepare for the next one. The soul never dies. The brain may die but consciousness continues. The truth of this is corroborated in many exciting stories of near-death experiences. Dr. Eben Alexander, a neurosurgeon, who has spoken here several times, tells the story of his own near-death experience. His book is entitled, "Proof of Heaven." If you have any doubts about the next world, read this book.


Dr. Alexander had believed that the brain is the beginning and the end of consciousness. After a severe case of meningitis he was pronounced dead. He could see his body on the bed, with the doctors and family members standing around, the life supports removed. His brain was dead and yet he was aware of all that was going on in that hospital room. How could that be? Then he found himself traveling in the beautiful life-after-death-mode. His story is inspiring and this experience completely changed his understanding of death, the brain, and consciousness.


A question was asked at his last conference here. "Did Edgar Cayce ever have a near-death experience?" There were serious accidents in Edgar’s childhood when he might have had one, but I had seen Edgar Cayce go into his prayer/trance state and I was aware of his disciplined focus and complete offering to God of his body, mind, and spirit.


Hugh Lynn Cayce told my husband Harmon and me that every time his father gave a reading, he moved into a prayerful, focused state that was more like a death state than anything else.


When he was giving a reading, he was in the Spirit and it would have been very easy for him to leave his body for good: the threads between this life and the next were very delicate in this trance state and needed to be treated with the greatest respect and prayer. The vibrations around Edgar always needed to be of the highest order. The pull of the ‘other side’ with its freedom from the responsibilities of the physical realm, and the peace and joyful atmosphere of the spiritual realm, could be very enticing,


Hugh Lynn also told us about a time at the end of a reading period, when Gertrude was slow in giving Edgar the suggestion to return to consciousness, and his breathing became slower and slower and more and more shallow, until Gertrude, Gladys and Hugh Lynn all got down on their knees beside the cot to pray for his life. Finally, his breathing became more normal and he returned to consciousness.


There is no way that Edgar Cayce was afraid of death. On his own deathbed he heard the music of the spheres—heavenly choirs. For him, the passage to the other side was easy. He had been practicing it for most of his life.


Some of you will remember Jim Dixon who was bead of the Study Group Department for many years. When his wife was dying of cancer, he invited my husband and me to visit them in Arizona. His wife Beth and I were very close because she had a beautiful soprano voice and whenever we got together we would spend hours at the piano making music together. I had a dream shortly after this visit.


Jim and Beth Dixon
Jim and Beth Dixon


In the dream, I saw Beth sitting on their king-size bed. In front of her lay shells of all sizes, colors, and shapes which she had arranged in beautiful designs. In the dream I started to weep. I turned to Jim who sat on a chair near the bed and I said through my tears, "Beth is not afraid of dying, Jim. Look at these designs! She trusts the beauty of the process. But there are so many people who don’t know how to die!" Jim nodded in agreement. I awoke, my face wet with tears.


"Then there should not be sorrow and sadness in those periods when the physical turmoils and strifes of the body are laid aside, for the moment, for the closer walk with Him. For indeed to be absent from the material body is to be present with the Lord… And then when…there is the meeting at the river, there will be indeed no sorrow when this barque puts out to sea." (Edgar Cayce Reading 1824-1)

Excerpt from June Bro's The Art of Living from the Jan-Mar 2015 issue of Venture Inward magazine available to A.R.E. members at EdgarCayce.org/members.



JuneBroDr. June Avis Bro  found her life deeply affected by working daily with Edgar Cayce when she and her husband, Harmon, came to Virginia Beach in 1943. She set about sharing her interests with others as a pastoral counselor and minister, as well as by using her skills in the performing arts. She has a graduate ministerial degree from Andover-Newton Theological School, near Boston, and a doctorate from Chicago Theological Seminary. In addition to teaching on six campuses while raising five children, she has been a research assistant at Harvard, lectured and held workshops in many cities, led overseas tours to the Near East and China, and served as pastor. A concert pianist, she has served on the music staff in churches of most of the major Protestant denominations and draws on her background in the arts to illuminate myths, symbols, and dreams. At age ninety, she released her first piano CD called “Soul Soundings,” which is being sold in the A.R.E. Bookstore. Her column for A.R.E.’s Venture Inward Magazine, "The Art of Living" is based on her life reading given by Mr. Cayce in 1944. She wrote the forward to the recently re-released book A Seer Out of Season written by Harmon Bro.

 

My Answer to Spring Cleaning

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My Answer to Spring Cleaning 
By June Bro

I don’t consider myself a hoarder, just a procrastinator. It is time to get my house in order. You see, I have boxes and boxes of possessions that I must get to when I have nothing else to do. That day never comes. I have made lists of the boxes and their contents, and have a rough idea of the size of the job that is coming up for me. You see, I have moved many times in my life and simplified my belongings at each move. But somehow, boxes of books, papers, memorabilia, photos, clothing and correspondence have kept accumulating until they fill one closet, a half of another closet, and half of a screen porch. I also have a few beach items in an outside storage area. When I think about the work of sorting that is ahead of me I get panicked. I think to myself, "I can’t do it. It’s too big a job. I will never be able to follow through."


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"Big Sweep", sculpture at Denver Art Museum, Colorado
Source: Wikipedia


My friend Gail came over one day and helped me sort through some boxes of clothes on the floor of my bedroom closet: four or five boxes. It took half a day. It was a good start, and my friend was unrelenting. "Are you sure you need that?"


My question was, "Can I keep doing this on my own?" I was worried that memories would flood back with each item of clothing (like the expensive black dress I wore to my husband’s memorial service) and slow me down. And when I came to the boxes of photos and correspondence would the memories and regrets over letters unanswered do me in?


The more I thought about it the more I was sure I couldn’t do it alone. I couldn’t ask my friend to take all the time needed to help me get this task accomplished, either. I had to devise another plan.


Finally it occurred to me that I could ask for Jesus’ help. I could pray and meditate for the right answer for me.


Not long after I realized that I should ask the Creative Forces for help, I had a dream. I was standing facing a man in a robe of some kind. He had a very kind face and obviously he was a beautiful soul. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "June, will you marry me?" I looked him straight in the eye, too, and I said without a moment’s hesitation, "Of course I’ll marry you. I love you with all my heart!"


As I thought about the dream, I knew that it must be Jesus. No one else has ever looked at me so intensely with such love. It was as though he was asking me for a commitment, a promise. I knew immediately what the dream meant. I would get the help I needed for this huge task, but only if I remained faithful to my ideals.


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James Tissot – The Lord's Prayer (Le Pater Noster)
Brooklyn Museum Source: Wikipedia


So the advice from Edgar Cayce in his life reading for me was the ideal I needed. He said, "though you have started on a career in music, make the home the career, for this is the greatest career there is in the earth. Those who shun same will have much yet to answer for. Then make thy home as a shadow of the heavenly home." That a family group and their living quarters can mirror the peaceful, orderly, creative, joyous heavenly home seems an almost unattainable goal here on Earth. But I am committed to giving it a try. Edgar assured us that the trying is "counted for righteousness."


virgo - symbolI have Virgo rising so I love order. But loving order and creating order are two different things. I am on a journey to find out how to create order. These are the questions I will be asking myself:


Can I give thanks every day for the loving care God has given me throughout my life? That loving care is often expressed in the thoughts, gifts and words of friends. Can I give thanks and throw out all but the most treasured correspondence? How long will I see an unanswered letter and be overcome with feelings of guilt?


I have many years of memories: cherished items of my children’s growing-up years, family photos, photos of tours Harmon and I have led, tapes of our lectures, correspondence of all sorts, clothes I will probably never again wear, like the expensive black dress I bought for Harmon’s memorial service. There are so many boxes, that if I counted them, I would probably give up the whole venture. Well, not since my dream.


These are the questions I keep asking myself:

  • Can I keep the Holy Spirit alive in me as I work?
  • Can I be patient with myself when I start to tire?
  • Can I stop for a moment to listen for the guidance I need to hear?
  • Can I find joy in every aspect of the task at hand?
  • Can I wait for that sweet jolt of heavenly energy and go on when the going gets hard?

 

Excerpt from June Bro’s column “The Art of Living” from the Jul-Sep 2013 Venture Inward Magazine. A.R.E. Members can read the current issue and past issues in our online Member Section at EdgarCayce.org/members.


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JuneBroDr. June Avis Bro  found her life deeply affected by working daily with Edgar Cayce when she and her husband, Harmon, came to Virginia Beach in 1943. She set about sharing her interests with others as a pastoral counselor and minister, as well as by using her skills in the performing arts. She has a graduate ministerial degree from Andover-Newton Theological School, near Boston, and a doctorate from Chicago Theological Seminary. In addition to teaching on six campuses while raising five children, she has been a research assistant at Harvard, lectured and held workshops in many cities, led overseas tours to the Near East and China, and served as pastor. A concert pianist, she has served on the music staff in churches of most of the major Protestant denominations and draws on her background in the arts to illuminate myths, symbols, and dreams. At age ninety, she released her first piano CD called “Soul Soundings,” which is being sold in the A.R.E. Bookstore. Her column for A.R.E.’s Venture Inward Magazine, "The Art of Living" is based on her life reading given by Mr. Cayce in 1944. She wrote the forward to the recently re-released book A Seer Out of Season written by Harmon Bro.

 

Only a Dream?

(Dreams, Intuition) Permanent link

Only a Dream?
By Yvonne P. Gleason



“Anything of importance that will ever happen to you will be previewed in a dream.” — Awakening Your Psychic Powers: An Edgar Cayce Guide
by Henry Reed PhD.

One night when I was a child, I had a vivid dream that shook me to my bones. In this dream, my dad died in a car accident while driving to work. When I woke up, the dream seemed so real that I believed it.


Dreamer blog 11-2014


The next morning at the breakfast table, while Dad was still upstairs, I told my mom about the dream. I told her that I didn’t want Dad to go to work. I thought if he did, he might die.


My mom said, “Oh honey, it was just a bad dream. Don’t tell your father. It’ll only upset him.”


“If it was just a dream, why can’t I tell him?” I asked


“Your father has enough pressure at work and he really doesn’t need to hear negative things right now.”


I persisted. “But Mom, I really think I should tell him. Please?”


“No. Please, honey, don’t upset him with this. Promise me.”


I didn’t want to upset my dad. Besides, Mom was always right about things. She was probably right about this too. Maybe I was getting worked up for nothing. It probably was just a bad dream—a nightmare.


“O.K., Mom. I won’t tell him,” I promised.


I let go of the issue and dug into my cereal. As Dad made his way out the door, I said, “I love you, Dad.”


He winked at me and said, “I love you too, Golden-girl,” just like always.


I grabbed my books and walked to school. By lunch, I’d forgotten about the dream.


Later that night I sat down to the dinner table as usual. My mom had dinner ready to serve, but Dad wasn’t home yet. Six-thirty came and went. Still no Dad.


I looked at the painting of Mary Poppins on the wall across from the table. It was bought after Mom had taken me to see the movie Mary Poppins years ago. I loved the movie because Mary Poppins helped Mr. Banks get closer to his children, Jane and Michael. It wasn’t until Jane and Michael wrote the want-ad for a nanny that Mary Poppins showed up and changed everything.


I didn’t need Mary Poppins, because my dad was always here for me at six o’clock sharp. It was a familiar routine to give him a big hug when he came home.


But tonight he wasn’t here. The tick-tick of the clock began to sound louder and slower than usual. Every second turned into an eternity.


Finally Mom picked up the phone and dialed the office. “An hour ago? Are you sure? Okay. Thank you.”


She hung up the phone. “He left at five o’clock, as usual.”


Seven-thirty came and went. I didn’t move from the table.


Mom started pacing. “Maybe he ran an errand. But I don’t remember him telling me . . .”


No matter how hard I tried to believe that he’d gone to the store or some other place, I really felt like something bad had happened to Dad.


“Why don’t you eat? It’s late,” Mom said.


I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.” The kitchen had grown bigger, hollow and otherworldly with the constant heavy strike of the second hand.


I looked through the sliding glass door that led to our backyard. There was no wind tonight, and I was old enough to know that Mary Poppins wouldn’t sweep down from the sky with her umbrella to help me or Mom.


I began to write my own want-ad in my head:


Dear God,
Please help us stay together. Please find my dad.


Then a few minutes before eight o’clock, my dad walked up to the sliding glass door along with a police officer. In one hand, Dad held his briefcase; in the other, the snow scraper from his car. His eyes were wide as if he was permanently surprised. Mom opened the door. I yelled, “Dad!” and ran to him.


The officer said that my dad was in a car accident while driving home from work. Dad further explained how he’d been pushed down a steep ravine to the very edge, with his car swaying back and forth, ready to drop at any moment. He’d had to be carefully maneuvered from the car.


Suddenly I understood that one move in the wrong direction would have meant disaster. My father had almost died.


blog-flowers11-2014Later that night, with the three of us finally sitting at the dinner table, Mom said, “Isn’t that strange? Your dream last night?”


Suddenly I remembered the terrible dream.


Dad asked, “What dream?”


I told him all about it. My mom apologized for not letting me tell. Dad said he believed it was a premonition.


Even though in my dream Dad was going to work, not coming from work, I knew it was a premonition. I felt grateful that part of my dream hadn’t come true. Dad was alive and here with us.


Dad leaned across the table and said, “The next time you have a dream like that, you let us both know.”


I said, “Okay, I promise.” To this day I’ve kept that promise.


Since that event, I’ve had many precognitive dreams. Some concerning my father; some concerning other loved ones. Over time, I’ve learned to discern which dreams are precognitive and which are not. The precognitive ones bring a sense of urgency to tell a particular person the information in the dream.


Perhaps when all of our souls are on the “other side,” before we’re born, we make promises to warn each other of what’s to come, as a form of protection, or a form of love. I just know that I’m thankful for all of my dreams and the guidance they continue to bring.


Precognitive dreams can come to anyone. I wasn’t “special” when mine started happening. I was just a girl going to elementary school, playing with friends, and making sure I finished my homework on time.


All my life I’ve kept a journal, starting at a very early age. My journals included writing down my dreams and trying to interpret them. Edgar Cayce said that dream journals not only help us to remember our dreams more clearly each time we dream, but they help to keep us open to receiving new dreams and the guidance that comes through them.



Yvonne Gleason Blog 112-14Yvonne P. Gleason has always been fascinated by dreams and their meanings. Her journals usually have plenty of dreams—some with messages—and some still left to be “translated.” Currently she is taking a course on dream interpretation at Atlantic University as part of the Spiritual Guidance Mentor Training certificate program. This is her first blog post for Edgar Cayce’s A.R.E.

 

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