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Dragonslayers welcome!

“Only one who has risked the fight with the dragon and is not overcome by it wins the hoard, the ‘treasure hard to attain.’ He alone has a genuine claim to self-confidence, for he has faced the dark ground of his self and thereby has gained himself…”

Carl G. Jung, The Collected Works of Carl G Jung

I’m getting ready to redesign my web site. But first I have to answer some big questions for my web design consultant, one of which is “Who does your business serve?” I’m meant to respond with the demographics of my ideal dream client. But here’s what I really want to say:

My ideal client has met the dragon.

My ideal client met the dragon, and she did not turn her back.

Or maybe he turned her back once, but now she is ready to face its firey breath.

My ideal client is ready to do what it takes to claim his treasure.

You, Dreamer, are a dragonslayer …

I want to work with you if you’re a dreamer. An adventurous dreamer, that is:

If you know that you have dragons to slay.

If you love an adventure–especially the kind you take without ever packing a bag.

You’re the dreamer who has stepped onto the battleground–and you know for sure this isn’t a place for bloodshed. this is the ground of mystery—and mastery. It’s a place you visit at night, beneath the deep blackness of your closed eyes.

The sword in your hand is forged of courage. It is there to give you the confidence to face what comes. (It’s a prop, and one day you’ll be able to drop the sword, wield just the courage instead.)

With the sword in hand (for now) you turn toward the breath of fire. Or you turn toward the rising sea. Or you look into the metal-toothed mouth of the one who wants to devour you. Or you take your sword with you into the stinking crypt. (The dragon takes many forms, you see.)

You are the one who has glimpsed the treasure and you want it more than you fear the fire, the fall, the crushing weight of body or bone, or the menacing glare.

How do I serve you, Daring Dreamer?

I serve you by affirming what you already know: The journey is real, (and it’s just a dream.)

The dragon is more than just the fiery mouth. It also has wings and claws, and ancient knowing—and it has come to serve you, not destroy you. (Wouldn’t it be great to have a dragon on your side? You do!)

I believe in the urgency that shook you awake in the night.

I’ve fought the dragon and I’ll fight it again and again. Sometimes it sleeps at my feet and sometimes it wags its fire in my face and I wake with a burn on my cheek.

I’ve learned, when I’m scared, to sing out in the darkness:

“I’m brave, I’m brave.”

I know that just a little courage goes a long, long way.

I’ve grabbed fistfuls of the treasure. I’m still digging up more.

I want you to have it, too. Grab a shovel. Dig deep.

My eyes have adjusted to the dark after years of gazing within.

You are among my people if your pupils are growing wide with the looking, as well.

I serve dreamers like you by meeting them at the boundary between dream and wake. It’s a territory I’ve been mapping for decades, a place where I’m known and I know.

My passport is cluttered with stamps from this territory. I’ll can tell you some of the best routes in and out again. (What you do while you’re there–that’s for you to figure. And I can’t wait to hear about your adventures on your return.)

I remind you that there’s a sword in your scabbard. (You tend to forget that from time to time, and you come to me quaking.)

I point out that the dragon is working for you, not the other way around.

I promise you that you didn’t just imagine the treasure, it’s really there.

I love the adventure. I love the dreamer and the dragon both.

That’s how I help.


Ready for your adventure? Let’s talk. I’ve got my guidebook, I’ve got some maps. I’ve got some pens so you can draw your own.


Today’s post is in response to the question “Who do I serve and how do I serve them?” The question was posed by Chris Brogan as part of #Quest2016, where Jeffrey Davis of Tracking Wonder is our guide.



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The Yesand School of Dreamwork

“I have no theory about dreams. I do not know how dreams arise. And I am not at all sure that my way of handling dreams even deserves the name of a ‘method.’ I share all your prejudices against dream interpretation as the quintessence of uncertainty and arbitrariness. On the other hand, I know that if we meditate on a dream sufficiently long and thoroughly, if we carry it around with us and turn it over and over, something almost always comes of it.”

Carl Jung, “The Aims of Psychotherapy (1931): The Practice of Psychiatry, p. 86


I was shopping for hawthorn at my neighborhood herbal apothecary, when the proprietor and I began to talk about my dream therapy practice. “What is your approach?” she asked. “Are you a Jungian?”

I said that I was not a Jungian, nor do I think Jung would be one today.

What I mean is that whenever we add “-ian” or “-ist” to a word, thus creating a codified school of thought, we lose the vital energy from which the originator’s wisdom flowed.

What I most admire about Jung is the courage and audacity he used to delve into the deep strata of his own consciousness, and study his dreams and visions to find meaning.

Here’s my philosophy: Have a question about dreams? Ask the dream. Pay attention to your dreams and the ones other people tell you. That’s your primary textbook.

In addition, study mythology, religious texts, psychological tomes, and the latest articles about neuroscience and dreaming in scholarly journals.

Drawing from personal experience, and being informed by myth, science, psychology, and mysticism is the best approach to dreams I can come up with.

From now on one someone asks what school of dreamwork I come from, I think I’ll say I am from the “Yes-And School of Dreaming.” Meaning, I believe in Jungian approaches to dreams, AND Tibetan Buddhist approaches, shamanistic ones, AND Kabbalah-influenced approaches, as well as what neuroscience AND psychology have to offer.


Oh, and as for that hawthorn, more on that later. But you might have to remind me to discuss it in a future post, because, well, that’s why I need hawthorn ….

In the meantime, if you are local(in the 413 area) and are looking for a wonderful herbal apothecary where you can also buy mugwort and other herbs to help you dream more vividly and remember more dreams … visit Acadia Herbals. Tell them Tzivia sent you.


If you’d like to learn more about your dreams, schedule an appointment for dreamwork, purchase a dream journal, or buy a dreamwork gift certificate, visit me at Third House Moon.


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Tea and Synchronicity

“Overvalued reason has this in common with political absolutism: under its dominion the individual is pauperized.” –Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, p. 302.

High Tea, 3.31.12


Today’s tea is Japanese green tea. I’m drinking it from one of the little blue and white polka dot cups I received as a gift on my first visit to Japan with my sister and her then fiancé, who is Japanese. The warm grassy scent of the tea reminds me of that first visit to Yoshi’s family’s home on a small fishing island on the Inland Sea.

Preparing for this afternoon’s tea break, I put my lemon cookies and Dove chocolate on the blue and white dishes painted with images of Mount Fuji, which my sister, who by then had moved to Japan, gave me as a gift some years back.

Thinking of my sister I decide to decorate the table with the Lakshmi postcard she sent me, from Japan, this winter for my birthday. Coincidentally, This morning in my yoga class the teacher introduced the theme of giving and receiving abundance, pointing to a tapestry of Lakshmi as a visual aid.

In this case, I created a sense of synchronicity*. I consciously set up the echoing symbolism of Japanese tea, memories, and the Hindu goddess that my yoga teacher mentioned, and my sister had sent me an image of.

But lately, the synchronicities have been finding me. My dreams for example, have been dropping funny coincidences into my lap, at least once a day for the past week or so.

For example, last night I dreamed of a former colleague, whose name, I just realized, is the same as my sister’s. I ran into her this morning at the pricy health food grocery store, where I rarely shop. I’d just gone in to buy a bottle of vitamins, but accidentally turned down the diaper aisle instead. Since my “baby” is fully grown, I had no real business in that aisle. Except that that’s where I ran right into J., who was shopping with her adorable toddler.

“I was just thinking of you!” J., exclaimed when our grocery carts nearly collided.

“Of course you were,” I said, because these days that’s just how things have been going. Mind you, I can’t recall ever having dreamed of J. before, we haven’t been in touch in well over a year, and have maybe run into each other one other time in the 3 or 4 years since she stopped working in the same school where I still teach.

I won’t even mention the next coincidence today, when I jotted down the name of an acquaintance, one who has never before called me, but who … within three minutes of my writing her name on a Post-it because I wanted to invite her and a mutual friend to tea … called me. We haven’t communicated with one another since Thanksgiving, and I don’t believe she’s ever phoned me before. Hmmm.

Still, I’m skeptical of such things as synchronicty, precognition and other extraordinary phenomena. But because I experience these things, perhaps too often to consider co-incidental, I have to take pause and consider.

I take comfort in the fact that Carl Jung, who was trained as a scientist, believed whole-heartedly in sychronicity.

In Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Jung writes, “The unconscious helps by communicating things to us, or making figurative allusions. It has other ways, too, of informing us of things which by all logic we could not possibly know. Consider synchronistic phenomena, premonitions, and dreams that come true.” (p. 302)

How I would love to sit down to tea with Dr. Jung and talk all of this over.

“The collective unconscious is common to all; it is the foundation of what the ancients called the ‘sympathy of all things.’ ” –Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, p. 138.


*synchronicity |ˌsi ng krəˈnisitē| noun 1 the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection : such synchronicity is quite staggering. ORIGIN 1950s: coined by C. G. Jung.

What role do synchronicities have in your life?

Is your life made richer by them?

What’s your favorite tea?


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The Red Book

Jung’s Red Book, on sale at last!

I search for the copy I will purchase;

Reject one whose pages fold up at the corners,

And another on whose pages the ink became tired and slept,

Stopping mid-sentence so Dr. Jung has had to pen the missing words by hand.

The copy I purchase — 60 percent off! Such a bargain! —

Has a leather cover that holds, pocketed within itself,

A leather holster. No gun.

Dr. Freud: What do you make of that?

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