Last night I dreamed about the Shadow. In my dream it was an alien virus, and I was

Sketchbook drawing 1980s by N.Wait

with one of the doctors (picture a white coat) trying to find a cure, or at least a containment. But this seemed impossible because the virus appeared as a shadow—and was as difficult to catch!

The one I saw was no bigger than a quarter. I saw it on the throat chakra, the vehicle of speech. You know when you shine a flashlight on an object, how it appears as a small round beam of light? Well imagine you’re in a very light, white space like I was—the room was white, all the furniture and fabrics were white, and when you shine the ‘light’ it is DARK. A shadow light!

But how do you cure (or contain) a shadow? I saw a watch-face—signifying it was Time. Or This was the time. I was in the kitchen, trying to cook something up, but I didn’t have all the ingredients… Oh dear, I thought. Oh dear, oh dear…

Sketchbook drawing by N.Wait 1980s

Ahhhh, the same feeling of “Oh dear,” when I heard Trump won the election. The same feeling I’ve had all through this election cycle. But this is not an ‘alien’ virus. It is us. (Dear us!) Ours. Indigenous to this wondrous planet of polarities. I read that as of yesterday there were already 900 cases of hate crimes or hate speech in the three weeks since the election.

The Shadow Self. (Fear, anger, terror, hatred—take your pick of negative energies.)

The Shadow will out. It must. In order to be dispelled it must out. And so we shine our light, no matter what the degree of darkness or light…it is still Light is it not?

(And the missing ingredient in my dream? Why, it must have been Love. Love and Acceptance. How could it have been otherwise…)

Sketchbook drawing 1980s by N.Wait

Sketchbook drawing 1980s by N.Wait