When I was a young adult, I had a recurring dream where my car windscreen would mist up and I couldn’t see the road ahead. The complication was that I was the driver, and the mist would often descend when I was driving along a highway or through a complex series of narrow winding pot-holed
In a dream last week, an ancient alchemist leaned in close and shared his advice: “When you work with the feminine, work with earth. When you work with the masculine, work with metal. When you gain clarity, work with Perspex.” The previous day, I had been puzzling over the way to approach the next step
“You’ll live to regret it if you don’t try,” “It’s too risky,” “Change is good,” “You’ll lose everything you’ve worked for,” “It’s everything you’ve ever worked for,” “Better to be safe than sorry,” “You’ll get hurt again,” “You’ll be happy,” “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” “It looks too good to be true,”