In last night’s dream I am preparing for my graduation. I’m asked to help develop the processional for myself and my peers. Grace is there doing her best to interfere with any and all matters in her trickster ways. She doesn’t realize that people get tired of the behavior but it doesn’t seem to set in. As the processional is moving in one direction Grace is going in the opposite showing clear signs of confusion which we know is just an act. I’m tasked with placing the award ribbons around the necks of those in my class trying to figure out how much slack I need to place the medallion securely around their neck.
When I get to Grace, she is standing looking sideways instead of forward face to face. The loop that goes around the neck in her case is plastic and octagon shaped. I take up the slack and pass her on. I then realize that I’m the one graduating and in participating in the process I’m granted the recognition I’ve earned. It doesn’t matter what role I play or how I got there.
Procession: the emanation of the Holy Spirit
Emanation: (of something abstract but perceptible) issue or spread out from (a source), originate from; be produced by.
Octagon: Eight sided,
- Right Concentration